Page 102 of The Nanny Goal

I wanted to stay up for you but my eyes are pretty scratchy

That’s okay, sleep tight, sunshine

I’ll see you in the morning

You can wake me up if you want

She doesn’t reply to that, and when I get home, the entire house is still. Fast asleep, tucked in their beds.

I get rid of the ice pack, then head back downstairs to the kitchen in search of something to eat.

In the fridge, I find a variety of meal options. Emery has taped macro counts to them, too. I grab two servings of meatloaf, suddenly starving, and heat those up as I catch up on the scores of the other games from around the league.

The west coast games are still going, so I sit at the table and quietly watch the Vancouver-Colorado game on my phone as I eat. I like watching other goalies work. Then I rinse my plate, put it in the dishwasher, grab a fresh ice pack from the freezer, and head upstairs.

It feels like one minute I’m brushing my teeth, and the next I’m drifting back to wakefulness because I’m surrounded by dozens of Emerys, big and small, whispering and teasing and…dancing on my bruises?

“Easy,” I mumble, catching her hands as her hair brushes my belly. Okay, that’s fine. More than fine. That feels good.

“It’s early,” she whispers, her voice like silk, wrapping around my still-sleeping brain. “But you said I could…”

“Yeah. I wanted you to wake me up.”

“Like this?” Her breath teases against my hardened flesh. And then she takes my cock in her mouth.

My toes curl and my ass clenches tight as she sucks my soul straight out of my body.

At some point, I’m going to stop coming real fucking fast for her, but it’s not this moment in time.

“Good morning,” I growl when she’s finished, licking her lips like a very satisfied wildcat. “Come up here and sit on my face.”

She blushes and presses her forehead to my chest. “That was just for you,” she mumbled. “I got my period overnight. But I worried we might not get another chance before you left for the next road trip, so…”

I pull her up my body, nestling her against my side. “Wait, what? Moya polovinka, why would you not tell me? Do you need anything?”

She rolls her eyes at me. Rolls her eyes! “I’m fine.”

“Do you have bad cramps?”

“We can stop talking about my period immediately.”

“No need for secrets between us, but of course, I want you to be comfortable. Would an orgasm feel good? Maybe I could touch you a little if you don’t want me to lick you?”

She squirms. “I didn’t do it so you would feel like you need to…” She presses her face against my shoulder this time, and I can feel how hot her cheeks are.

My sweet, innocent girl.

It’s fucking hot to watch her discover how intimate we can be together, even just talking.

“The onlyneedI feel is the one that makes me rock hard simply by holding you,” I say roughly. “My offer to eat your sweet pussy is entirely aboutwant, not need. Not a tradeoff. You are delicious.” I inhale deeply as I gather her deeper into my arms, one hand cupping her ass as I roll her on top of me. “I want to feel your clit pulse in my mouth. I want to push my tongue deep into your pussy to feel your clamp down on it. I?—”

She kisses me, cutting me off. She tastes faintly like my seed, earthy and real.

“Please, Emery. Do you need me to beg?”

“Yes,” she whispers.

I roll us to the edge of the bed, then scoop her up and carry her into my bathroom, grateful that it’s private.

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