Page 90 of Fifth Avenue Fling

He pulls back to see if I’m serious, his eyes blazing.

When he sees blatant approval, he pulls my leather dress up so that it’s to my waist, pulls aside the thong, then slides two fingers deep inside me.

I’msoaking.I’m so wet, it’s embarrassing.

The sensation of his handsdown therehas me writhing around like it’s the first time I’ve ever been touched.

I arch my back into his hands and spread my legs wider, thrusting into his touch. Thousands of shivery tingly sensations light up my core as his thumbcirclesaroundmymostsensitive spot.

“Soaking,” he saysin a ridiculously husky voice. “You’re absolutely fucking drenched.”

He bends down to kiss my neck ashe controls me with his fingers.“Such a disobedient nanny. You want me to fuck you so badly, don’t you? It’s all you’ve wanted since you moved in here.”

I whimper in response.Oh God, that feels good.

“Say it,” he breathes against the dip of my neck. “Beg me. Beg me, and I’ll give you what you want.”

Arrogant ass.

“Please.”

“Louder. I can’t hear you.”

“Fuck me,” I gasp. “Please.”

“There’s a good girl. That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

His fingers leave me, and I moan at the loss. Then I realize it’s so that he can slide his boxers down and off him.

Then he turns his attention back to me. With a devious smirk, he slides my thong down my legs. I grip his shoulders for balance and lift each foot to free it, barely able to contain my impatience.

Desperate to feel him bare, I wrap my hand needily around his cock. He’s so thick; this is going to hurt.

He groans into my hair in response and lifts me off the floor, his hands tight around my backside. My hold on him slips.

The tip of his cock pushes against my entrance.

“Wait,” I breathe.

“Dammit,” he hisses, closing his eyes as if trying to calm himself down. “Condom.Yougotonedownhere?”

Struggling to form words, I wave vaguely toward my purse on the counter.

He leans over and rummages through it until he produces the condom.

Then his cock is back pressed against my stomach again.

God, I’m so ready.

I watch him as he sheaths himself. I’m useless. Incapacitated. A mass of quivering jelly.

He bends slightly to accommodate my height, and his mouth comes down on mine as the tip of his cock nudges my entrance.

I try to kiss him, but I’m too nervous and aroused. I swallow air, whimpering against his mouth.

He lifts my left leg and wraps it around his waist. I’m still fully dressed, including my Doc Martens.

He slides his hard, thick cock into my wet opening, and I gasp at the sudden sensation. My core flutters with pleasure.

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