Page 153 of Wicked Little Thief

“May I come, Sir?”

He moved his fingers from her clit and plunged them in her heat.

“No. Not until I do.”

She resumed her focus and moaned around his dick. The vibrations shot through him, and he felt his balls tighten as the sensation zinged up his spine.

Because this was technically supposed to be a punishment, he resumed his attention to her clit and quickly brought her back to the edge. Her entire body clenched as she fought off the orgasm.

“You better not come until I’m shooting my load down your throat!” he growled.

“Mmm, yes, Sir. Please come in my slutty mouth,” she purred as she jerked him faster. “I want to taste your cum on my tongue.”

Sneaky little minx. She wasn’t the only one who liked being talked dirty to.

He moaned louder and pressed on the back of her head, so she’d take him in her mouth again.

“That’s it. Suck it.”

Grunting as he got closer to release, he snarled, “Get ready, baby. Make sure you swallow every drop.”

She nodded as she bobbed her head up and down, and with a loud roar, he spurted his load into her mouth, growling, “Take it,” through gritted teeth.

Like a good girl, she swallowed every drop, just like he’d ordered her to.

She looked him in the eye as she dabbed the corner of her mouth with her ring finger and cooed, “Mmm, thank you, Sir.”

She was so damn sexy.

He reached for her arm and pulled her onto his lap with her back to his front. Draping her legs over his, he widened his knees to spread her pussy lips apart. Sliding his hand over her mouth so she had to breathe through her nose, he resumed finger fucking her.

“Look at you with your legs spread wide, like a dirty whore. Letting me do whatever I want.”

Her breath came out in short bursts through her nose, and she moaned against his hand.

“You naughty girl. You were just begging to come when I fucked your mouth.”

Her pussy was dripping when he plunged his fingers back inside and smeared her natural lubricant over her clit.

“Your pussy is so wet… is my little slut going to come on my fingers?”

He felt the vibrations of her cries against the palm of his hand, and her skin flushed hot against his.

“That’s it, baby. Come on my fingers.”

With that, her body began to tremble before her hips violently jerked on his lap.

“Good girl,” he crooned while pressing on her middle with his arm to hold her in place so he could keep up his ministrations on her clit.

Finally, she collapsed back against him and squeezed her legs shut so he couldn’t move his fingers anymore.

Liam pulled his hand from between her legs at the same time he moved his other hand from her mouth and wrapped it around her chest to hold her against him.

“I can feel your heartbeat,” he whispered in her ear before kissing her temple.

Her head bobbed. “It’s beating pretty fast.”

“I like making your heart rate spike.”

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