Page 76 of Wicked Little Thief

He tucked her hair behind her ear while looking up at her. “What do you need, little bee?”

Liam expected her to say money to buy something she found on Amazon, so when she cooed, “You,” while grinding against his cock, he was instantly hard.

Kissing his neck along the collar of his shirt while weaving her fingers into his hair, she whispered in his ear, “Is this okay? Am I allowed to come on to you?”

Fuck yeah, you are!

But in that moment, he realized something.

“I haven’t been very fair to you, have I?”

She stopped kissing him and pulled back to look at him. “What do you mean?”

“My expectations… other than telling you to please me and be my sex toy, I’ve been vague. We need to change that.”

Utah pressed her tits against his chest while subtly shifting her hips in his lap, and breathed, “Can we do that later, Master? Please?”

Liam fisted her hair in his hands and pulled until her head tilted back. “Do you need to be fucked, princess?”

“Yessss.”

He tugged a little harder until she corrected herself. “Yes, Master.”

Hearing her call him Master was a big fucking turn on.

“Take your clothes off.”

She slid off his lap and pulled the spaghetti straps of her sundress down, then shimmied the bodice past her hips until it fell to the floor, leaving her in nothing but a white satin thong and white strapless bra. She looked like a wet dream come to life.

“Fuck, you are beautiful,” he murmured as he sat back in his chair and stared at her standing before him.

Her hands were in front of her, and she rolled her left foot onto its side, like she was shy under his scrutiny.

“Take off all your clothes, baby.”

Utah went from shy to vixen when she looked him straight in the eye as she reached around and unfastened her bra, then let it fall to the floor.

Her nipples standing at attention on her perky boobs were practically begging him to suck on them.

She pushed her panties down, kicked them off her ankles, then widened her stance like she was issuing him an invitation.

An invitation he readily accepted.

He stood and grasped her hand to lead her to his office sitting area. He took a seat on the couch, then pulled her onto his lap.

“Are you wet for me, princess?” he asked as he reached between her legs.

“So wet, Master.”

His horny little honeybee wasn’t lying—she was soaked.

Liam explored her folds, circling her clit with his index finger.

“Take my cock out, Utah.”

She slithered to the floor between his legs and unzipped his pants, then pulled them and his boxer briefs down his thighs until his cock bounced free.

Her sweet whimper was like music to his ears.

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