Page 50 of Nanny for the SEAL

I want to hear her cries as she falls apart for me. I want topleasureher—in every sense of the word.

“Xaden, oh my God. I…” Ivy’s hips flex up as I drag my kisses down her stomach and to the crook of her hip. “Ugh!”

“That’s it, baby.” My cock is hard as a diamond, aching to slip inside her, but I’m going to take my time enjoying this. “Those fucking sounds are perfect.”

Ivy’s panties are soft cotton that’s ribbed vertically across the black fabric. They smooth over her hips in a boy-short cut, a memory of the type nearly choking me.

No, you want this, Xade. Stay here.

Impatience flares and I have no time to pull Ivy’s underwear off her, so I shove the material to the side as I press my lips to her skin.

“Fuck!” She cries out, and damn, I am so glad that we can be loud.

I tease her sensitive flesh with my tongue, sliding it up and down before angling toward her seam. As I slip my tongue inside, Ivy’s taste blooms in my mouth, and my erection twitches.

Ivy’s hands go to my head, her fingers squeezing the roots of my hair as I claim her with my mouth. She arches, and the encouragement is incredible, a wicked pride rising through me as I pleasure her with my tongue.

“That’s it,” I repeat. “Come for me, Ivy. I need to feel it.”

I can hardly believe the words coming out of my mouth, but I just let go. I lose myself to this moment and allow the present to be the only thing that matters.

“Xaden, oh God. I’m…I’m…”

Her thighs squeeze against me as I probe deeper, reaching a hand up to join my efforts. I glide two fingers inside her, hooking the sensitive spot at the top as I flick her with my tongue.

Ivy surges around my hand, clamping down. I taste her arousal flaring and marvel at the pulses that hum through her.

With her hips rocking against my hand, I work faster with my tongue. The grip on my hair tightens, and then Ivy cries out.

“Ugh!”

She falls apart for me, and I keep stroking until the waves have stilled. But I’m far from done yet.

Her breathing is ragged and quick, and I crawl up Ivy’s body to plaster her with more kisses. She reaches for my face, pulling my mouth to hers, and it’s everything I want.

Knowing that she can taste her arousal goes straight to my cock, and it kicks. I plant a hand behind her head on the couch, reaching with the other to shove my shorts down.

My erection springs free, and Ivy lifts her hips for me as I guide her panties down her legs. As she wraps her legs around my waist, the blunt head that drips for her is poised at her entrance.

I wait just a moment, and Ivy nods without breaking the kiss. It’s exactly what I needed from her, and with that, I press forward.

“Oh, Xaden,” Ivy whispers as I sink myself inside her.

She surges around my shaft, and the squeeze is too damn good. I plunge forward until I bottom out inside Ivy, and she squeaks, her hips bucking forward.

Still, she claims my mouth with her, kissing me in a maddening swirl, and I start up a rhythm as Ivy works with me, her legs flexing around my hips.

I can picture us, naked on her rickety couch, and the lust swirls.

Reaching under her hip with one hand, I angle Ivy up just a hair, and on the next powerful thrust, I go even deeper.

“Fuck!” Ivy abruptly calls out, her forehead resting on mine as she works to mirror my rhythm again. “Oh, Xaden…I…you’re so…it’s so…much.”

I sheathe myself fully, up to the hilt, and Ivy whimpers. Balancing on my knees, I take her face in my hand while the other keeps her hips tipped up for me.

“You’re doing so good, baby.” I swirl my hips in a circle, grinding my cock against her walls. “Taking me so well.”

Her body responds to the praise, clenching around my shaft, and I deliver slow, pointed thrusts. It’s so damn good, and pressure skyrockets through me as my release roars forward.

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