Page 19 of Wicked Little Thief

Luckily, the Trojans were there, and he grabbed two—just in case—before heading back downstairs.

Utah was lying on the rug in front of the unlit fireplace, looking like a temptress with her hair fanned out on the throw pillows around her head.

Liam tossed the two black square packets on the fireplace hearth and lie down next to her. His arm went around her hip, and he pulled her closer.

“Hi,” she said as her fingertips skimmed the hairline on his neck.

“Hi.” He placed a soft kiss on her lips. “Where were we?”

“Well…” A devious smirk formed on her face. “I was giving you an amazing blow job when you stopped me.”

“No argument there. It was fucking epic. But I want to be inside you the first time I come, baby.”

She reached down and stroked his cock, breathing in his ear, “Then you should probably fuck me.”

Liam wasted no time opening the wrapper and sheathing his cock. Boxing her under his body while resting on his forearms so as not to crush her, he lined up with her entrance and slowly pushed inside.

Her wet heat allowed him access, but it took several small thrusts before she completely opened and let him in. When he was fully seated, they both let out a long moan.

“You’re so tight, baby,” he whispered as moved in and out of her pussy. “You feel so fucking good.”

Her nails raked down his back, and she arched her tits up into his chest as she met him thrust for thrust.

“So do you.”

The sound of their bodies slapping echoed off the stone fireplace, and he felt his spine stiffen as the start of his orgasm began to stir.

He leaned back on his heels to play with her swollen clit as he re-established a rhythm to fuck her.

“Keep your legs spread wide,” he demanded as he rubbed her jewel faster. “Mmm, that’s it, baby. Your greedy little pussy wants to keep my cock buried deep inside it.”

Her body tensed and whimpering noises escaped her.

“That’s it, honey. Take it. Take that cock and come all over it.”

“Oh god, Liam. Yes! Fuck me!”

He thrust faster, hoping like hell she fell over the orgasmic cliff soon because he was hanging on by a thread.

“Come for me, baby.” He slammed into her, emphasizing his next words with every thrust. “Come. Right. Fucking. Now!”

Her pussy clamped down on his shaft and her body lurched as the orgasm raced through her. Liam didn’t wait for her to finish and grabbed her hips; furiously pumping into her six more times before seating himself deep inside her womb and erupting with an animalistic growl.

When he finally pulsed the last bit of cum into the condom, he waited a few seconds with his eyes closed, relishing how good she felt under him, before reluctantly pulling out slowly.

He disappeared into the half bath off the family room to dispose of the condom. While he cleaned up, he paused to reflect on the events that had transpired to cause him to be naked in his downstairs guest bathroom. Least of which was he now owned a cocker spaniel.

Speaking of, he needed to call Peter Gibbs, the contractor who’d done some work for him when he moved in, to see about having a doggie door put in. Liam could do it himself but didn’t see the point when he could afford to pay a professional and have it done right. Besides, his limited free time was too valuable, especially now that he might have someone to spend it with.

He returned with a warm washcloth to tend to Utah, then held out his hand.

“Come on, baby. Let’s go to bed.”

She furrowed her brows and drew her neck back without accepting his offered hand.

“You want me to spend the night?”

Liam felt a pit form in his stomach.

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