Page 96 of Nanny for the SEAL

The feeling is bliss as she sucks on the head of my cock, her small hand wrapping around the base and moving up and down. And shit, I’m so fucking happy that I have a garage to do this.

I usually don’t park in it, but the fact that I’m “parking” in it with my girl. Hell, I feel like a teenager again.

Pulling Ivy’s hair away from her face, I rock my hips in time with her efforts, and she swallows me down until I’m fully sheathed her throat.

“Oh, fuck, baby. That’s so damn good. Ugh, you’re amazing.”

She hums against me, the vibrations rumbling over my skin, and I groan, gripping her hair like a lifeline.

After a moment, I’m already so worked up that I need her to pull back if we’re going to make this last, and I want to be inside her. Ivy smiles up at me as she maneuvers back to her seat.

“I’ll admit that I thought we would make it inside.”

I smirk back at her, tucking her hair behind her ear as I take my cock in hand and stroke it.

“We still can if you’re not?—”

“No,” she shakes her head with the sweetest damn blush coloring her cheeks, “this is fun.”

“Yes, it fucking is, darlin’.” I reach over across her, nearly standing, and pull the lever on her chair that makes it recline.

“Oof!” She yelps, but it’s followed by a gorgeous laugh. “That works.”

I crawl over to her side of the car, which now feels much roomier with the seats lying back, and I go for the hem of her dress.

“Still feeling flexible?”

Ivy nods, her smirk growing and then disappearing as she rolls her lips between her teeth. She gazes up at me expectantly, and I lift her dress over her hips so that I can yank down her panties.

“I’ve been thinking of tearing these off you all night.”

“They are one of my favorite pairs, so keep the actual ripping to a minimum.”

I nod, gripping the two sections of the waistband on her hips. “Yes, ma’am.”

With that, the annoying barrier between me and what I want is yanked down her legs, and I toss them into the back seat.

“Remind me to get those later.”

She sheepishly looks backward. As she does, I grab Ivy’s legs and lift them up and out so that I’ve got her knees set wide and her glistening pussy on full display.

Before she can say anything, I dive in, tasting and teasing her with my tongue. She’s so damned wet. I know that we were playing, but it does appear like her body is running a bit on overdrive because of the hormones.

The slick, slippery goodness is all over my mouth. Ivy still tastes like a dream, if slightly different.

I swirl my tongue around her clit as I drag a hand down the back of her thigh. When I reach her entrance, I flip my hand and slip two fingers into her warmth.

“Fuck!” Ivy clenches around me, and I can feel a rhythmic pulse take over.

“Oh, sweet girl. Are you coming just from that?”

She nods, her eyes tearing slightly. “So…worked up. So…sensitive.”

I grin against her skin, fucking devouring her for a moment before leaning back to say. “That’s my girl.”

I pump my fingers faster, drawing out more and more from Ivy’s body. Her walls flutter as the sensations rock her, and I can’t get enough.

Making her come, showing her how much I desire her, how much she means to me, is the best thing in the damn world. It completes this part of the puzzle that’s been lacking in me for so long.

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