Page 90 of Nanny for the Bodyguard

“Well,” she licks her lips, running her hands up and down my thighs, “fuck it, right? You deserve to feel good, and so do I.”

I can’t argue with her there, and even if I could, I don’t want to. The connection between us is fire, and all I want to do is pour gasoline on the flames and let it consume us.

For a little while, at least.

Devious intent burns through me. “Go on then. Be mygood girl.”

The wide flare of Hazel’s eyes stretches even farther, and then she grins, as mischievous as ever. I run my hand down the back of her head as she reaches for my fly, which she pulls down agonizingly slowly.

Hazel doesn’t undo my button, reaching inside my slacks instead and freeing my cock through the opening she’s created. A desperate tear of precum lingers on the tip, and she’s quick to swipe her tongue through it.

Moaning, I let my head fall back, and Hazel begins to suck, just the head at first, but then she’s taking me deeper and deeper.

Fucking hell, she’s good at this.

There’s something about doing this right in my office, too. Something about the fact that she hasn’t stripped me. Hazel is sucking me off with my pantsstill onas I sit on my desk chair.

“That feels so good, baby. You’re amazing,” I mumble as the sensations ramp higher and higher.

Bobbing and sucking and licking over my entire length, Hazel is going to have me coming in no time. But I want to be inside her for that. Ialwayswant to be inside her for that.

Still, I let myself enjoy this a moment longer, feeling so filthy for taking her mouth while she remains cramped by my desk.

When I’m near to bursting, I stop her, giving Hazel a smile as I pull her to her feet. “Bend over my desk, gorgeous. I’m taking that sweet pussy all for myself.”

It’s not lost on me that she’s wearing a skirt for once, too. It looks like something you’d go running in, with tiny spandexshorts beneath it, but it still provides much easier access to her than those cut-off shorts.

Lowering herself to my desk, Hazel arches her back and looks over her shoulder at me.

“Please, Easton. I…I was thinking about you, and I need you so bad.”

I smirk, absolutely beaming from her words. “You were thinking about me? Does that explain this?”

Smoothing my hand over her ass, I lift the skirt portion of her outfit and begin to pull the stretchy leg of the shorts to the side. My cock kicks as I see what she’s done for me.

“And no panties either? You little minx.”

“Ugh!” she groans as I slide my fingers through her already wet slit, readying her for my cock. “Yes, yes, yes. I…oh god, Easton.”

“My good girl, getting all ready for me because you knew I was stressed. I should reward you, shouldn’t I?”

She nods frantically, so I line my erection up with her entrance and sheathe myself inside her. The rhythm is slow at first, letting Hazel get accustomed to me, and then I pick up speed, desperate need forcing me to fuck her harder and harder.

Hazel reaches around behind her, gripping my hip and egging me one. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. Yes, Easton. Oh god, that’s incredible.”

I love this sight of her bent over my desk, her hands knocking things to the side as I pound into her. Hazel is lost to the pleasure, and so am I. She hikes her knee up onto the edge of the desk so that I can reach even deeper.

This is so naughty for us, risking being discovered in my office, and it’s fueling me so much. With one hand, I grip her hip, steadying her so I can drive in and out hard and fast. With the other, I reach around for Hazel’s mouth, muffling her cries.

Fast and hard. That’s what we are right now, throwing caution to the wind. I pummel Hazel, bouncing her, and this frenzy of emotion and lust is raw and all-consuming.

It doesn’t take long for both of us to find our release. I grunt low as Hazel screams against my palm. The way she clamps down around my cock has my orgasm lasting so long she’s milked every last drop from me.

The frantic energy relaxes, and we separate as smoothly as we can. Smiling at her, as I catch my breath, I nod at my untouched coffee cup, which is somehow miraculously unspilled.

“Thanks for the coffee, by the way.”

Hazel laughs. “You, sir, areverywelcome.”