Page 33 of Mr. Wolfe's Nanny

“I don’t think she sees it that way.”

“Well, it is.”

She nods and says, “I broke up with my last boyfriend over a year ago. You were my first sexual partner since him.”

Oh? “And have you… since that night…” She still goes to Isa’s on Saturdays so I don’t know.

“No, no one since you.”

Something very primal inside me is damn pleased by that. Yes, Iama caveman and want to imagine she’s mine, only mine.

She smiles shyly, almost like she’s reading my mind. “I’m not sure I’d want to try another one-nighter with someone else. They’d have a hard time meeting expectations.” She snorts self-consciously. “God, did I just say that aloud?”

“Yeah, you did,” I say, grinning back at her. My fingers brush hers on the floor. “Quinn…”

All I say is her name but it’s like she knows the question I’m asking, knows what I want, like it’s a tangible, touchable thing between us, this desire. She’s so close.

“Yeah,” she whispers, eyes dropping to my mouth.

Like a man possessed, I lunge forward, grabbing her and hauling her up against me even as the hard tile floor punishes our knees for it. I wrap my arms around her waist, drag her up my body, she’s so petite. My hands cradle her luscious ass with only those little sleep shorts in the way. I kiss her like I’ll suffocate without tasting her mouth.

A momentary worry that I’m forcing myself on her is immediately relieved when she starts kissing me back, hungrily. Her hands grasp my shoulders, my back muscles, my neck. She wraps her legs around me, pressing her center against my aching, hard cock and whimpering for me to touch her. Touch her? I’ll do that and much more.

Ignoring the strain of holding her weight in this awkward position, I rub her up and down my shaft with only the light fabric between us. I can feel how hot she is. I shove my hands down her sleep shorts, squeezing her ass with no barrier. I let one finger circle her entrance while my teeth graze her neck. She shudders. “You like that?”

Pupils blown wide with lust stare back at me, a shaky nod. My dick’s turned into a lead pipe. She tilts her neck to the side, inviting me. I kiss her throat.

“You want this?” I ask, darkly. My finger’s still circling, teasing. Another nod. Fuck, this woman is something else. “Where else do you want me to touch you?”

She arches her back and presses her tits firmly against my chest as my hands explore more. I cup her mound from behind, my forefinger teasing her clit. She’s wet, so responsive to my touch. I sink my middle finger into her tight, wet pussy. Her breathing gets shorter, more frantic.“Yes.Right there.”

I nose my way through her loose, dark hair, nibbling at her delicate skin. I free one hand to lower her cami and pull a nipple into my mouth. My finger pumps her pussy and my thumb works her clit. “Like this, sweetheart?” I mumble against her sweet flesh.

Her answer is a harsh kiss which steals my breath for a time. I can’t get enough of this woman’s mouth. She nips at my bottom lip when I’m forced to seek oxygen. “Fucking hell, Quinn.”

“If you won’t bite, I will,” she says, tauntingly. It’s hot as fuck but that won’t do.

“I’m the one named Wolfe so maybe I’ll do the biting.”

She shivers as I finger fuck her while biting down on her neck and sucking like some lust-addled teenager or vampire wannabe, like I mean to absorb her into my bones that way.

“Yes, yes, yes…”she chants, hips rocking desperately as she humps my hand. My cock is very jealous.

But this position is growing unbearable on my knees and, even with working out, my arms are feeling shaky at this point. I lay her down on the tile floor, looming over her. “Are you going to come like the naughty little nanny you are here on my kitchen floor, Quinn?”

“Yes, Theo. Yessssss…”

Her orgasm hits and I take that moment to bite her neck again. “I'm going to mark you, Quinn. What do you think of that?”

She thrusts helplessly, chasing the spasms of release, such a wanton little thing. “Yes. Mark me.”

“You’ll be wearing turtlenecks for a week,” I promise her, licking the salt off her skin.

The pain makes her clench her thighs tightly around my hand but it triggers an aftershock of pleasure and she’s trembling all over with the force of it. I have to silence her scream of release with my mouth at last.

She’s glassy-eyed and grinning as the climax ebbs and I admire the purple bloom I’ve left on her neck.Mine. A fucking caveman, through and through.

I slip my fingers out of her pussy and smear them along her lips. “Look what you did, sweetheart. You wanted milk but gave me cream instead.” She licks her lips, her eyes dark and hooded. My balls feel ready to explode.

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