Page 49 of Her Bossy Daddy

I bobbed my head up and down. I didn’t have the right combination of words to properly reply since the thought got me so aroused. Liam struck my mound two times in quick succession and twice more. “Sir,” I moaned.

“Answer me, love.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Tell me you want me to fuck you so hard you can’t walk.”

Jesus and all the others. His accent sharpened his command, but I laid there gaping at him, no words coming out.

“Say it, Lacey.”

“It, Sir.”

“You are such a naughty little thing.” Liam shifted so he could raise my left leg, and then he slapped the very top of the thigh just where it met the lowest curve of my ass. He did it hard and fast multiple times in a row before repeating the gesture on my other side.

“Please, Sir!” I begged, hoping for a reprieve. “Please fuck me so hard I can’t walk!”

Liam moved me into a different position, and he entered my dripping pussy with one solid thrust. He pumped in and out of me slowly while I watched him. His eyes were locked on mine, and I licked my lips. Liam devoured my mouth, kissing, sucking, claiming me with his tongue. I loved every fucking second. It was sweet on a deep level, making love but more intense and it needed a title of its own. He drove his cock in and out of my wetness. “Harder, Sir. Please?”

“Harder? It sounds like you don’t want plain vanilla.” Liam licked a long line from my collarbone down to the valley in between my breasts. “Do you?”

“N-no, I don’t. Please keep going.” Somehow he knew what I needed even when I didn’t always know. He pumped faster over and over again while I encouraged him. Liam suddenly pulled out of me, and then got off the couch. He flipped me around, and bent me at the waist so my legs were on the floor and my ass popped up. He trailed kisses from the base of my neck, down over my shoulders, both hips, and all along my spine. His tongue licked parts of me no one else ever had, and I shuddered. “I’m not a snow cone, Sir.”

Liam slid his hands into my hair and yanked my ponytail. “Want to try that again?” he growled against my ear, and then bit down on it. The pain mixed with pleasure rolled over me, and I moaned.

“Fuck me harder, Sir.”

“Much better, love. You’ve learned quite a lot this weekend.” Liam sank his cock into my core again, and rocked against me. He kept his hand tightly gripped in my hair, and I was helpless to fight. He increased his speed, pumping in and out of me until I came, and then he reached his own peak.

My legs trembled and I collapsed into the cushions, breathing heavily. Liam let go of my hair, and then situated us on the couch, my head leaning on his thigh. He patted my head, but we didn’t speak as the incredible endorphin rush settled. I loved him so damn much, and we definitely needed to do whatever the hell we had just done more often.

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Several knocks poundedagainst the front door as I laid on the couch caught up in utter bliss. I had washed myself up, and had been enjoying the delicious silence while Liam showered upstairs. I wasn’t happy about being interrupted. Ugh. I looked down at my pajamas and fretted. I could either answer whomever was outside in my little set or turn the top inside-out and present myself slovenly. Two more strong knocks hit.

“Coming!” I wiggled out of my top, flipped it inside-out, and smoothed it back down. I raced to the front of the house and opened the door. A petite woman with hip-length brown hair and strong features stood in the doorway. Her sparkling hazel eyes reminded me of Liam, though they were darker than his. “Can I help you?”

“I’m Raegan, Liam’s sister. Is he home?” She peered into the house behind me and quirked an eyebrow.

“He’s, uh, indisposed,” I offered since I didn’t want her to think he was showering because the two of us were indecent, though we had been. Not that it was her business. “Do you want coffee or tea? He’ll be down in a few.” I stepped out of the way to allow her access.

“Yeah.” She crossed the threshold, and glanced around. “Tea.”

“Liam and I work together.” I led her into the kitchen. “We’ve known each other for a while.”

“Well, his job isn’t being too lovely, right?”

“Actually, the company is amazing to work for. I’ve been there almost a decade. It’s the awful bitch who won’t let this go.” I clasped a hand over my mouth, embarrassed by the hostility laced in my words.

“What of her? I’m not her lawyer.”

“I know she’s made this up.” I shook my head, then tasked myself to put a kettle on. “Milly has done this before.”

“How do you know?” Raegan took her hat and coat off, and hung them on the back of a kitchen chair. “Your human resource department is stock full of idiots. They refuse information that could help them.”

“About a year and a half ago some jerk kept asking her out. She refused multiple times, according to her cousin, and then he brought a sexual harassment claim against her. It turned out badly. Once the suit went to court, he had finally confessed it had all been a lie. He got a slap on the wrist, but was ostracized by our colleagues after the whole ordeal and resigned a few months later. I don’t know why Milly thought she could get away with it this time around, unless she thought our human resources department would remember how awful she had felt at the time, and believed she wouldn’t pull a trick like that herself.”

“She sounds like a dumb broad especially if she had been the victim then. Have you told Liam all that?”

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