Page 19 of Mountain Men’s Nanny

I was still panting from my orgasm. “I want your cock inside me.”

Gideon slammed his dick into me with a word of warning. I braced, anticipating fast, deep strokes, but he paused with his entire length deep inside me.

I felt all of him stretching my hole and I clenched. Milking him, matching each grip to his breath.

I was close again; I could feel it. I knew he could feel it too. I tightened around him until my pussy was clamping down all on its own, wrapping around his shaft in unpredictable spasms.

“Oh, God!”

Gideon had slapped my ass so hard it stung.

“What did I say about coming before I said you could?” he grunted.

Between the orgasm still wracking my body and the sting from the smack, I couldn’t recover fast enough to answer in anything other than a helpless whine.

Gideon pulled out of me but not all the way, and slammed into me again, making me squeal. He kept himself there, breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling against my back.

“What did I say?” he repeated.

Gideon reached around my waist, rubbing my clit between his finger and his thumb as he slowly fucked me. He pulled back inch by inch before pushing himself back into me until I could feel his balls between my legs.

“Not until— not until you say I can.”

“Good girl. Now, I want you to come,” he demanded. He circled his hips, grinding into me while he played with my swollen clit.

I squirmed, twisting my hips as I drove myself back onto his retreating cock. All the way, until I felt my body vibrate with that familiar thrill.

“I’m coming,” I groaned.

Gideon pounded me faster and harder. I felt him stiffen inside me, cock throbbing as if he were growing more erect with every stroke.

He pushed in and up, and I could feel his cock pressing against my belly from the inside. Each thrust was more frantic than the last. There was no rhythm, no technique. He was unhinged, undone, and driven by pure lust. Digging me out with every stroke until he moaned, leaning forward and pressing me into the wall of the shed.

We stood there holding onto each other, panting heavily, our sweat mingling together as our bodies fought to stay close.

He was still pulsing in me. I clenched, squeezing him with fluttering spasms as he softened. Then he moaned a soft, satisfied sound in my ear.

It was quiet except for our ragged breathing, synchronized like the gasping of one animal instead of two. He pulled out, and the breeze caught my damp skin, bringing me back to reality.

What had gotten into me? This insatiable, wanton behavior was unlike anything I had ever done before. I couldn’t control it. If I ever had to answer for it, I wouldn’t know what to say.

Nobody could know. Except Holly. She was the only person I would dare tell about this.

I scanned the floor for my underwear and clothes, while Gideon hastily tried to put himself back together. He looked as bewildered by what we had done as I was. But not in a bad way.

In the best kind of way.

“Tobias can’t know.”

I scoffed, pulling on my shirt. “Wow. Don’t ever let anyone accuse you of not being romantic.”

The joke didn’t land the way I’d hoped, and Gideon glared at me. “I mean it, Brie.”

I nodded, my smile faltering slightly. “As long as we can do this again.”

His lip curled in a grin. “I was hoping you’d say that.”

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