Page 77 of Wicked Little Thief

“Do you want to ride my cock, baby?”

“Oh yes, Sir.”

He tweaked her nipples. “Ask me nicely.”

“Please, Sir. May I ride your cock?”

“You may.”

She stood but before she mounted him, paused to ask, “Can I take your shirt off, too? I want to feel your skin against mine.”

Have her tits mashed against his bare chest? Yeah, he could accommodate that request.

He replied by lifting the hem of his polo shirt and pulling it over his head, then patting his thighs.

“I only have one condition for you, princess,” he told her as she moved to straddle him.

“Sir?”

“You will not come without permission. And if I give it to you, you will thank me while you’re coming.”

She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth and with pupils dilated, nodded softly. “Yes, Master.”

“You’re such a good girl. Ride my cock, honey.”

Positioning his dick at her entrance, she sank down on him, and they both moaned in unison when he was seated balls deep inside her.

“Fuck you feel good,” he growled when she began rolling her hips against his.

She moved slowly, pulling off him to the tip then sinking back down. Each time felt like heaven.

Liam reached between them to play with her clit. She put her hands on his thighs and opened her legs wider for him to allow him easier access.

Utah bounced harder as he manipulated her hard knot.

“That’s it, baby,” he encouraged. “Show me how high those titties can bounce.”

She fucked him with reckless abandon until he felt her skin get warmer and her body start to tighten.

Before he could issue a reminder about asking permission, she panted, “Please, Master, may I come?”

“No.”

He felt her pussy tighten around his shaft, and he rubbed her clit faster as he bucked up into her, closing in on his own climax.

She asked again, “Oh god, Sir. May I please come?”

This time he answered, “You may,” and her body instantly convulsed around him, and she blurted out an urgent, “Thank you, Sir.”

He continued pumping into her from underneath as she lurched forward onto his chest. Liam held her tight as her pussy milked his cock, and soon, he followed her orgasm with his own.

“Fuuuuck, baby. You are amazing,” he panted against her hair.

“So are you.”

He gave her ass a soft slap, and she quickly added, “Sir.”

She held his face between her hands and gently touched her lips against his. It was a soft, sensual kiss, and when she pulled away, the look in her eyes told him how she felt about him without having to actually say the words.

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