Page 43 of The Nanny Contract

Every subtle move of Logan’s body pushed me further over the edge, and I felt my cock straining against the pressure from my pants.

Logan slid his hand between us, repositioning our cocks so that they ran parallel to each other.

I closed my eyes and moaned, giving in to the tantalizing pleasure of his cock sliding against mine between thin layers of fabric.

It simultaneously felt wrong and so very right.

Logan pushed himself into me, further pinning me to the hard, rough wall. But the slight pain only heightened the thrill.

“I want you to feel good,” he said, whispering in my ear. “I want to give you the same pleasure you’ve given me.”

I bit my lip, feeling my anticipation swell.

Without hesitation, I gently pushed him back before slowly lowering myself to kneel before him. I gazed up at his stunning face with something almost like reverence. Looking up at him, I felt more than desire—it was something more like awe.

He wasn’t just a handsome man, he was an elegant masterpiece, a creation so impossibly perfect he almost seemed unreal. Every line and curve of his body was like a testament to a divine artist’s work for me to enjoy. Logan was simultaneously larger than life, yet still somehow tangible.

He was real.

He slowly unzipped his jeans. I waited patiently for as long as I could, but I couldn’t resist the urge to reach out and tug them down. They slipped down just low enough to allow his thick cock to spring free and bounce in the open air. I licked my lips, excited by how massive it was.

I wanted so badly to taste the little drop of precome glimmering in the light.

“You want it?” he asked with a grin, gazing down at me.

I leaned forward and pulled the swollen head of his cock between my lips, rolling my tongue over the tip. The salty precome touched my tongue, making me groan as I eagerly swallowed it.

“I want to feel your throat,” Logan commanded. “Deeper.”

My own cock twitched as I moaned and took more of his length in my mouth. I moved further and further down his shaft, slowly swallowing more of him until I was nearly gagging. Logan rocked his hips forward, thrusting himself into my mouth, fucking my face as I gently moaned.

He held both of his hands on the side of my head, guiding me with commanding strength as he reared back and pushed forward again.

I felt him shudder, and I knew he was in heaven.

I wanted to give him everything he wanted—everything he could possibly ask for.

His pace quickened, and I thought he was going to finish in my mouth, but he stopped.

Logan pulled back, his voice low, and said, “Stand up. And turn around.”

I climbed to my feet, and we found ourselves beside the bed. I felt my knees ache, hinting that they might give out at any point.

I was overwhelmed and engulfed all at once as I faced the wall, Logan behind me.

Desperate anticipation rolled over me as I bit my lip and wondered what was about to come.

Logan leaned in and breathed in my ear as he unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them to the floor, exposing me.

He pulled my pants and boxers down, leaving me stripped.

I let out a quiet groan of approval as I felt the cold air brush over my uncovered skin.

Suddenly, I felt Logan’s length sliding against my cheeks.

“Do you want it?” he asked with the kind of confidence that told me he already knew the answer.

I eagerly, desperately wanted it.