She’s trying to be good, quiet, and all that does is make me want to break her a little more.
I lick and fuck her with my tongue, as deep as she’ll letme. She’s soaked, running down my chin, coating my beard—marking me.
I kiss her. Tease her. Nip and suck until she comes alive for me. There’s not an inch of this pussy I don’t learn, lick, or cherish. I map her with my mouth: every reaction, every tremble.
I’m on my knees, worshiping the most delicious pussy I’ve ever eaten.
Mia rises onto her toes when I turn my attention to her clit. It swells beneath my tongue, pulsing as I suck and flick it.
“I’m going to fuck you with my fingers now, baby. Stretch you open. Tell me if it gets too much, and I’ll stop, okay?”
“Do it,” she pants, breathless and bossy.
I grin and reward her with a long, rolling suck that makes her gasp.
Since she was so enthusiastic about it, I slip two fingers inside her tight heat, and Mia breathes little yeses into the back of her hand. Calls for the man above. Whether for mercy or gratitude, I’m not sure. But I’m taking credit either way.
The moment I curl my fingers just right, her words turn into curses. Both hands fist my hair, dragging me closer to where she wants me most.
Oh, baby. I’m not going anywhere. “Can you take more, Mia?”
I slow the thrust of my fingers, spreading her open with them as I drag my tongue along her seam. She bucks her head softly against the wall, again and again. The woman is too good to be true.
“Can I stretch this perfect cunt with another finger? Get you ready for my cock?”
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” she murmurs, body shaking, her walls rippling tight around me.
“Yes,” she rasps, “but stop talking, or I’m going to come before you even do it.”
The way she fights to stay right on the edge, to follow my lead, makes me feel like a fucking king. And I’m going to reign over that pussy.
“That’s exactly what you’re going to do. Come for me. When I give the word.”
I take my fingers out, and she finally looks down. I make a show of licking them clean, eyes on her, and her legs twist together like she’s trying to trap the memory of what I just did.
“Show yourself you can come on a man’s tongue.” I hold her thighs slightly apart. “They just need to know what the fuck they’re doing.”
Her eyes roll back, and she leans on the wall again, hips tilting forward. An offering.
“Shut up and eat me, Dr. Jett.”
Leave it to the nanny to hand me a doctor kink after twenty years on the job.
I do as I’m told, dragging my tongue between her lips, just beneath her clit, teasing the spot that makes her hips jerk.
She’s not spreading wider. And I’m betting that’s fucking deliberate.
Shewantsto feel stretched.Overwhelmed. Filled.
I want it too. I want her stuffed full withthree fingers, my lips wrapped around her clit, trapped between me and the wall.
“Get ready to bite into that hand again.”
I follow the wet trail up her thighs with my tongue, find her clit, and stroke it with the tip of my tongue before I sink in and suck on it. I’m slow, methodical. Cruel. One swirl. Another. The kind of pressure that makes her curse more under her breath.
Then I slide in three fingers and feel that perfect resistance. The ache. The tension.
I start to work her, deep and steady, curling just right.
