Page 66 of Nanny for the Bodyguard

Slick, slippery flesh is warm around my fingers, and I work her, pumping in and out so that Hazel’s good and ready to take me.

She grabs my face, swirling her tongue against mine as she tries to be quiet. The struggle is adorable, and I’m so damn hard that I could cut fucking diamonds at this point.

Hooking my fingers into her G-spot, I make Hazel buck against my hand. She whimpers, rocking her hips.

“Oh, shit. Easton…I’m…ugh, I’m so close already.” She whines, and I work harder, driving her to the edge so that I know she’ll be ready for my cock. “How are yousodamn good at this?”

I can’t help but chuckle, and when she squeezes around my fingers, I know she’s going to fall apart for me.

“That’s it, gorgeous. I want you to come for me.” I brush my lips over hers, loving how she’s totally relying on me to keep standing. “Then you’re going to bend over this swing for me, aren’t you?”

Rubbing my thumb across her clit, I press that spot hard.

“Fuck!”

She comes for me, and I make sure not to stop until her legs are trembling. “That’s my good girl.”

Hazel is breathing hard, her eyes lust-lidded and unfocused. It’s so pretty to see her all blissed out for me.

“Turn around, baby. Lean on the swing.”

Grinning, Hazel spins, looking over her shoulder at me. “You’re going to make it impossible for me to stand after this, aren’t you?”

I beam, this addictive pride glowing from inside me at her words. “That’s the plan.”

Kissing her shoulder, I press Hazel forward so that she’s facing the house and gripping the back of the porch swing. She lifts a knee and plants it on the cushioned seat, using it to help her.

From there, I work my kisses lower and lower until I’m tasting her sweet pussy. I stroke myself as I indulge in this incredible treat, and then I stand and line my cock up with her entrance.

“Do you want me, baby?”

Hazel looks back at me, biting her lip and nodding. “Yes.Please.”

I slide into her, and goddamn, it’s better than I could have imagined. Part of me remembers having sex with Hazel, that it was damn incredible, but right now, it’s better than any memory does justice.

We start up a rhythm, her hips sinking back as I thrust forward. The swing dances, the chain creaking slightly as we lose ourselves in each other.

More lightning and thunder rumbles in the distance, and then the rain starts up again. It’s not a storm now, though. Just a gentle patter against the house as I make love to this incredible woman.

You never stopped loving her, Easton. Not for a second.

I know it’s true, but there isn’t time for that.Thisisn’t the time for that. Refocusing, I grip Hazel’s hips as I move in and out of her.

The sensations are mind-blowing, the way her pussy grips my cock too amazing for words. I’ve wanted this since the moment I saw her in that coffee shop.

Hell, I’ve wanted Hazel since I left. I never wanted to stay away from her, not really. But…but I was too chicken shit to stick around.

She’s too damn good for me, and I fuck her knowing that. I give her all I have because I want this to act as some sort of silent apology. Hazel deserves to feelfantastic, and I can do that for her.

Iwilldo that for her.

“Easton, oh god…” She reaches back and grips my hip, egging me on. “Yes, please. That, oh god, that.”

Doing exactly as she says, I piston my hips, sinking as deep as I can before sliding back and starting all over again. It feels so good, and my head falls back as my own orgasm creeps ever closer.

“That’s my Hazel. Ugh, you feel incredible. You feelperfect.”

“Please, Easton. Harder. Ineedit harder.” She thrusts back against me. “Ugh, give me everything."