Page 52 of Nanny for the Protector

Wesley cursed. He gripped the comforter in his hand until his knuckles turned white. “Taking me…so well…”

“Fuck me harder.”

He pumped into me with more force, our pleasure building by the moment. Warmth was pooling in my belly. I’d never felt this good with anyone else.

Wesley moved back onto his knees and wrapped his hands around my hips to control my rhythm. I moaned. “Faster…”

“Jesus, you’re so fucking beautiful.”

I loved the way his eyes devoured me, from where our bodies were joined, to my swaying breasts, all the way up to my eyes. When our gazes locked, the fire burned hotter inside me.

Suddenly, Wesley slid out of me. I whined, “What are you doing?”

He moved onto the bed beside me, so our centers were lined up. “I want to make you come.”

“But I was so close.”

He shook his head. “Better than that. I want to be in you as deep as I possibly can.”

With more control than I thought possible, Wesley lifted my top knee and plunged his cock back inside me. We both moaned, lost in the sensation.

I mewled in ecstasy, burying my head in the pillow. “Oh, fuuuck.”

Wesley was in complete command. He shook his hair out of his eyes, his head tipping back. He shut his eyes and parted his lips, almost as if he was praying for the strength to hold on as he fucked me.

I reached toward his navel and pressed my hand against his taut muscles. My fingers dug into his hip, as if I could somehow pull him closer to me. Wesley pulled my hand up and pushed his mouth into my palm, kissing it sweetly. “Oh God, Cara…”

I raked my hand back through his hair and pulled him closer. “You’re gonna make me come.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

He moved his hips faster. “Come on my cock, Cara.”

The tingling in my core grew stronger.

Wesley grabbed me by the chin, pulling my face toward him so our gazes locked. “Eyes on me, beautiful. I want to watch when you come.”

There was no going back. While he plowed into me mercilessly, his brown eyes stared at me so intensely, letting me know I was safe.

I came with a scream, reaching for something, anything to make me still feel like I was on earth while my body burst into stardust.

“Good girl…that’s right…come for me…”

His tender voice drew out my pleasure for longer than I thought possible. I fell limply onto the pillows, breathing heavily.

Wesley bestowed kisses from my clavicle up to my neck. “You’re so gorgeous. The most exquisite woman I’ve ever seen.”

When he reached my mouth, he stopped. I tenderly cupped his cheeks in my hands. “We’re not done,” I whispered.

“I don’t care about me.”

“I care. I want to feel you, Wesley.”

His Adam’s apple bobbed.

I kissed his chin, the short bristles of budding facial hair scraping my lips. “Please. I want you to come inside me.”

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