Page 56 of Rejected Nanny Mate
She smelled like caramel, and underneath it, the slightest hint of her heat. She'd managed to fight it back, but it was still there, waiting in the wings if she decided to give in.
When she saw me in wolf form, her expression turned amused. “Okay, furface. I want to talk, but it's sort of hard like this. Shift, please.”
I did as she asked and approached her on two legs. She blushed, eyes flicking down my body before she focused on my face again. I was only in gym shorts, blissfully unaware of how chill the morning was. “Why are you out here?”
“I couldn't sleep. I went on a run.” I couldn't get enough of looking at her, but I was also filled with a sense of dread. She'd asked for space only hours before, and then she'd sought me out, not even waiting for me to come home. I was terrified she was about to deny me, resign her position as Rose's nanny, and move out. “What...ah...did you need?”
Gwen looked at her feet, and I watched, fascinated, as a blush crept up her graceful neck. She looked like she was gathering herself to say something, but hadn't quite found the courage.
“What do you need, Gwen?”
Gwen didn't answer me with words. Instead, she raised her chin, a determined look in her eyes, and rushed forward. Surprised, I caught her around the waist, and she slipped one hand behind my neck, pulling my mouth down to hers.
Gwen was kissing me. She'd chased me down just to do so. I knew that if I lived to be a thousand, I'd never forget it. My lips moved against hers, our mouths opening at the same time, and I took the opportunity to slide my tongue against hers. My hands gripped her hips, holding her close, and I felt my body reacting.
The heat was still there, and I wondered if she'd given in to it, if she'd let herself have what she so clearly needed.
There were a million things left unsaid, but we were communicating on another level, body to body. The way she touched me, her fingers in my hair as we kissed, told me that she'd accepted what I'd said the night before. She believed me, and wanted me too.
We broke apart to breathe, but we didn't stop touching. I backed her against a nearby tree, hiking one of her legs up so she could wrap it around my waist. My mouth came down against hers again, and before I knew it, her other leg was around my waist too, and my hands were holding her up, both palms cupping a cheek of her round ass.
Gwen ground herself against me, nipping at my bottom lip and jaw as I thrust back up against her. She needed friction, and I was more than happy to give it to her. Her heat was rising again, and I could feel the slick dampening her leggings. She was making little sounds of need, and I wanted nothing more than to push her down into the grass and fuck her right there.
“Gwen,” I said, pressing her back into the tree and pulling away just enough to speak. “Is this okay?”
“Yes,” she said, voice breathy with desire. “Yes, I want you, Joe.”
I growled, dropping my mouth back to her throat and kissing my way down her neck. Gwen moaned, tilting her head back and letting me mark her as much as I wanted. I knew we should slow down, take this somewhere more comfortable, but I was so worked up that I couldn't stop myself. I needed to be inside of her. I needed her to be mine.
When I lowered her to her feet, she pushed the hoodie off of her shoulders, and I took a moment to look at her, eyes burning with lust. She wasn't wearing a single thing underneath, not even a bra, and her nipples were hard in the chill morningair. I reached for her, unable to keep my hands to myself, and palmed her breasts, rolling her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers.
Gwen hummed with pleasure, her hands flying to the waistband of my shorts. She pushed them down, and I helped her out of her leggings. Then, there was nothing but skin between us.
She was hot as a furnace, her scent stronger than ever, and I cradled her in my arms as I brought us both to the forest floor. The energy between us was pounding like a drum, and I needed more, more, more. I kissed her, our bodies pressed together, and ground my hard length against her pussy. Gwen threw her head back, and I took the opportunity to press my lips to her neck, sucking and kissing at her sensitive scent gland.
“Joe,” she breathed. “I need you. Fuck me.”
I groaned, kissing her again as I settled between her legs. I guided myself to her entrance, teasing her folds with the tip of my cock. I needed to be inside of her, but I wanted to draw it out. I wanted to drive her insane before I gave her what she wanted.
“Joe!” she whined, wrapping her legs around my waist and trying to pull me inside. “Don't make me wait.”
I chuckled darkly, pressing another kiss to her neck before I thrust inside of her. Gwen cried out, her nails digging into my shoulders as I slid into the hilt. I held still, waiting for her body to adjust, and then pulled almost all the way out before slamming back in again.
She moaned, eyes fluttering shut, and I pulled back only to thrust in again. Gwen's back arched off the forest floor, and I watched her face contort in pleasure as I fucked her, long and hard and slow. I'd never seen anything more beautiful in my life,and I was overwhelmed by the need to claim her, to mark her as my own, to make her mine forever.
I wanted to come inside of her. I wanted to fill her up with my seed and watch it run down her thighs. I wanted to fuck her until she was as out of her mind as I was.
My hips moved faster, and Gwen was crying out with each thrust, her heels digging into my ass to keep me close. I growled, kissing her mouth again and sliding my hands into her hair. Her arms were around my shoulders, and she was holding me as tightly as she could.
The pressure began to build in my lower back, and I knew that I was close. “Gwen,” I whispered against her ear. “Come for me.”
She moaned in response, and I took one hand from her hair, bringing it down to stroke her clit. Gwen's breath caught, and her eyes met mine, shining with emotion. She was looking at me like she loved me, and it was everything I'd ever wanted.
“My beautiful Omega,” I said, pressing my lips to hers. “Come for me.”
And she did. Gwen cried out, her pussy tightening around my length, and I felt her release between us. I followed her over the edge, knowing somewhere deep in my mind I should pull out, resist knotting her until we were somewhere softer and more comfortable, but there was nothing soft about the way I felt for her in the moment.
I filled her up, painting the inside of her pussy with my cum, my face buried in her neck as I chanted her name like a prayer. My knot was swelling in seconds, and Gwen didn't even try to pull away. Instead, she held me closer as our bodies locked together.
