“Good girl.”
He flicked his tongue against my pussy. But then with a tsk, he pulled back to tower over me. “Should’ve used the baby cradle. Bed’s occupied. No room for us.”
“It wasn’t like I meant to,” I snapped, need and frustration giving my words a bite. “Until he’s used to us, I think the baby should know that he’s safe and always with his new humans.”
Liam’s mouth twisted. In the blue glow from the night light, I swore there were fangs. “New humans?”
A strangled groan ripped from my chest. The spot between my legsached. My nipples strained painfully. Liam was right there. So damn close! “There’s very little blood in my brain right now, forgive me if English isn’t my top priority.”
I jerked against his hold, trying and failing to force his mouth where I needed it.
“Well, I suppose that’s something we should have talked about,” he muttered. “And if this is the new sleeping arrangement, we’ll have to be creative with our extracurricular pursuits.”
“Exactly!” I said breathlessly. “That’s part of parenting.”
He chuckled. “The dog needs to stay off the furniture, though.”
That was not the argument I wanted to have. Because I knew that agreeing would give me what I wanted, I made a bargain right then and there with the devil.
“The pup will no longer be allowed on couches, mattresses, or the kitchen barstools,” I said as Liam jerked in surprise. “Now, will you please,pplleaaseeefuck me?”
“Who am I?” he demanded.
“Master,” I breathed.
Satisfied with my pleading, Liam knelt between my legs.
I bit my lip to keep back the cry of pleasure the moment he plunged his tongue into my pussy.
“I love the way you taste,” he murmured, the heat of his mouth making me shiver.
I relaxed against the mirror, enjoying the feel of him, his tongue flicking against me before his lips sucked my clit into his mouth. When he added fingers, pushing them into my channel, I moaned again.
This time he lost no time, curling them, stroking deep, finding just the right spot. I recognized the pull, knowing that it turned him on when I had liquid bursts of arousal.
While the internet said it didn’t happen every time a female was stimulated, I felt the telltale signs quickly building.
Legs wrapped around Liam’s upper back, I tipped my pelvis to meet each thrust of his fingers.
“More, Liam,” I whimpered.
He responded by slowing down. I let out a strangled groan, trying to buck and ride his touch.
“Master,” I hissed. “Please.”
“Who could resist such supplications?” He spoke almost to himself. “When mere mortals fall before the goddesses of old….”
The rest was lost in the flood of pleasure.
It spiked my veins. Stronger than any shot of whiskey, I felt the sizzle burn me from the inside out. My breath quickened until I was panting.
This man and his wicked, sinfully beautiful mouth!
Shivers thrummed through my body as Liam added a third finger. He devoured me. There was no other way to say it. The pressure increased and the orgasm built, climbing high. With each curl of his fingers, he stroked the sensitive flesh inside my channel. I was going to slide off the counter if it wasn't for his face between my legs, my hands still pinned in his. There was nothing for me to hold onto against the onslaught he brought.
“Yes! Liam, right there, right there.”
He sucked my clit into his mouth. His tongue flicked and his teeth tugged, and then he released it and set a furious rhythm, stroking, rubbing, and flicking against my pussy.
