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Liberty
Without him saying a word, the moment he walked into the office, I knew the results were in. I stopped what I’d been working on for him and dropped my hands into my lap with a sigh.
“I see you got the call with the lab results,” I said, going ahead and laying it out there.
He smirked, and that surprised me. I hadn’t expected him to do anything remotely close to smiling.
“I sure did,” he replied with a slight slur to his speech.
I narrowed my eyes and studied him as he walked in, closing the door behind him.
“Guess we should talk about it. What we’re gonna do now,” he said, not sounding at all upset.
I glanced at the time on the computer screen. It wasn’t even twelve yet. Was he drunk?
“You don’t seem as bothered as I thought you’d be,” I pointed out.
Another curl of his lips. “You didn’t see me before I drank a fifth of Jack,” he said, then sank down into a chair across from the desk.
My eyebrows shot up. “You’re drunk?”
He shrugged. “More or less. I don’t know. Does it matter? I’ve got a thirty-one-year-old baby momma, and I’m so close to fifty that I can reach out and touch it.”
I sat there as he chuckled briefly before his eyes drifted down to my chest and stopped.
“You keep prancing around with those big tits bouncing, I’m gonna jerk your shirt up and suck on your fat nipples. Should be wearing a bra.”
I tensed as the nipples he was referring to hardened and a shiver ran through me.
He tilted his head and leaned forward, still looking at my boobs. “You liked that,” he said huskily. “They got pointy real damn quick.”
I swallowed as his heated gaze moved back up to my face.
“You trying to push me until I’m burying my cock in that tight cunt again? Is that why you aren’t wearing a bra? Making me look at them. Remembering how pretty they bounce, just like your ass.”
The tingle between my legs startled me. He was definitely drunk. What was wrong with me? Why was I reacting to this? He didn’t like me.
“I need bigger bras,” I said, hating that I sounded affected. “My others don’t fit.”
His tongue darted out as he licked his bottom lip, looking at my breasts again. “They were great before, but Tex is right; they’re fucking spectacular now. I bet they’d look even better with my cum dripping from them.”
I shifted in the seat as the tingle morphed into an ache. What was he doing to me? I had to snap out of this. The man didn’t really mean what he was saying.
He stood up then, and I sat, frozen, while he walked around the desk. My breathing turned into more of a pant as he got closer. I should say something. Get up and run to the other side of the room.
“Take that tank top off for me. Let me see those pretty titties,” he urged.
I wanted to. I knew I’d regret it, but my vagina did not seem to care. She wanted his hands and mouth on her.
He stopped in front of me and ran the back of his fingertips down my right arm. “Show me, baby.”
He moved his left leg in between mine, then reached down and grabbed the shoulder straps of my top and began to slowly tug them up. The soft cotton rubbing over my sensitive nipples caused a whimper to work its way out of me. He shouldn’t be doing this. Sober Liam was going to regret it. I didn’t want to be the source of more of his regrets. I was almost positive I was ranking in at number one already.
“Liam,” I croaked out as the bottom part of my boobs felt the air. He continued until I had to raise my arms or have a tank top covering my face. I didn’t think he cared either way. As long as he could get to my boobs.
“Good girl,” he rasped, tossing my tank top to the desk, then lowering himself to his knees in front of me.
His eyes were locked on my chest, and I watched, unable to speak as his large, tanned, weathered, and tattooed hands covered them and squeezed.
“Fuck, that’s more than a handful,” he said, then leaned in and licked at my right nipple, rolling the tip of his tongue around it before pulling it into his mouth.
When the edge of his teeth scraped it, I slightly came off my seat from the pleasure.
While he enjoyed one with his mouth, he squeezed and used his thumb to flick and play with the other. I began rubbing my thighs together, no longer able to sit still.
His hand grabbed my thigh, then shoved it to the side, opening my legs for him. I was close to begging him to do something. I’d never had such a strong sensation stirring down there before. Not like this anyway.
When his moved under the leg of my shorts, I wanted to weep with joy. I should probably care about the small gushes I felt inside my panties since he’d started this, but right now, I didn’t care about anything other than getting my release.
Thick fingers slid inside the crotch of my panties, and I let out a strangled cry.
“Fuck, that’s a wet pussy,” he growled as he let my nipple he’d been sucking on go. His hazel eyes were almost black now as he stared at me.
“Oh, please,” I begged, grabbing his shoulders and moving my hips so that I rubbed against his hand.
More of the wetness gushed from me, causing his eyes to flare as it coated his fingers.
“That’s a horny little cunt,” he said, then slid his middle finger between my folds. “You’ve soaked your panties and your shorts.”
That should embarrass me. It might later but right now, I just needed more. My mouth fell open as my breathing came in fast, hard gasps.
Liam’s hand left my shorts, and I cried out, panicked that he was going to stop. His fingers began unbuttoning my shorts.
“Stand up,” he said. “You’re all wet. I need to get these off you.”
Yes, okay. Whatever. Just touch me some more.
I stood, and he pulled both my panties and shorts down. When they were at my ankles, I lifted my foot, slipping it out of my sandal first, then did the same with the other. Liam took my panties and brought the crotch to his nose and inhaled while staring up at me.
“You smell even better than last time, and you were fucking delicious then,” he snarled, tossing the bottoms aside. “Put your hands on the table, baby, and open your legs.”
He no longer sounded drunk, but honestly, I didn’t care. I just wanted him to make me come. I had never needed to come this bad in my life.
His tongue ran between my opening and then flicked my clit, causing my knees to buckle. Another gush came from me, and Liam let out a growl that vibrated against me, bringing me very close to my peak.
My hands gripped the table tightly. I was going to explode.
Both his hands grabbed my bottom, kneading it and pulling my cheeks apart as he licked from the front all the way to the back. My eyes flew open as he ran the tip of his tongue around the untouched puckered hole.
“Liam,” I panted as his fingertip did the same then he spit on the hole and pushed the end of his finger in gently. “Oh God,” I choked out.
His mouth was back between my legs as his finger continued to ease in just a tiny bit more before pulling out. The build was there. I felt the first wave of delirium as it crested, and I cried out his name. His tongue left me then, and I fell forward onto my elbows, gasping.
The sound of a zipper registered in my orgasm-hazed thoughts, and then I felt the heat of Liam’s body as he moved in behind me. I fisted my hands, lifting my head to look back at him. The swollen head of his erection nudged against my entrance, and I let out a low moan.
“Fuck, that dripping pussy,” he said with his eyes on my butt as he plunged into me. His fingers dug into my skin, and he let out a deep rumble. “How the fuck is it tighter?” he swore, and then he pulled back and pushed in harder. “It is. Christ! It’s motherfucking tighter.”
I pressed back, meeting his thrusts, and his eyes lifted to meet mine before dropping back to my butt. He let go of me, then watched my bottom as he rocked into me. His hand came down hard on one side with a loud slap, and I let out a startled sound.
“Fuck, I love seeing this juicy ass bounce.” His voice sounded deeper than normal.
“GOD, Liam! Please, harder,” I begged, needing to feel him deeper.
The way his girth stretched me was like nothing else.
His hand grabbed my ponytail, and he pulled it back, then smacked the other cheek with his free hand. “You want to be ridden hard? Hmm? Is that it? You’ve been a bad girl, and you want to be fucked like one?”
I was going to come again.
“Yes!” I gasped out. “Please! Spank me!”
“Goddamn!” he swore as he started slamming into me with so much force that the desk began to scoot and the things on it were rattling. “Take that dick! Naughty little slut with a tight cunt that keeps squirting. Hungry for my cock.”
His dirty words kept coming, and the pulse between my legs grew so intense that I begged and bucked beneath him until it broke free and I screamed his name.
“Jesus! Fuck! GAH!” Liam roared behind me, and I felt the heat of his release as it shot into me with every thrust of his hips.
For a moment, we were silent as we stilled. This was even more spectacular than it had been in the motel room, and that had been life-changing. How had it gotten better?
Liam stepped back from me, and his cock slid out. The trickle of warmth I felt oozing between my thighs was him. He’d not worn a condom. But I guessed it wasn’t like he could get me pregnant since he’d already accomplished that. There were other things to worry about. Like the fact that he had sex with God knew who.
I stood up and turned to face him. His eyes met mine as he zipped up his jeans.
“I’m clean,” he said. “I get checked regularly and was just tested last week, but I will go get another one just to be sure.” His nostrils flared as he looked behind me, then reached for my tank top and handed it to me. “Get dressed.”
Here was where the regret came in. I’d known he was going to feel this way, and honestly, I should too. But I didn’t. Because that had been insane, and I wanted more of it.
I slipped my top on and went to pick up my panties, separating them from my shorts. I needed new ones, but I didn’t have any in here, so I put them on quickly, then my shorts. When I turned back to Liam, he was sitting in the chair with his head in his hands and his fingers threaded in his hair. My stomach sank.
Why did this thing between us have to be bad? When he was nice, I liked him. And we were very good at the sex part.
He let out a deep sigh and dropped his hands from his head and looked up at me. “That shouldn’t have happened. I drank too much, and, well …” He shook his head and leaned back in the chair. “Fuck,” he muttered.
That annoyed me. Why was he so upset? Was it because he had feelings for Sissy? That thought made me feel sick. Did he not like me because I was going to be a problem with their relationship? He had no idea how bad it was going to be. When she found out, she would lose it. But she wasn’t pregnant with his baby. I was.
“The amount of your cum pooling in my panties right now says you enjoyed it just as much as I did,” I said, angry that he was acting like this.
He looked at me and tensed, then shook his head. “Don’t say shit like that,” he warned me.
I lifted my shoulders in a shrug. “I’m just pointing it out. If you thought they were wet before, then you should—”
“SHUT UP!” he shouted.
I crossed my arms over my chest as the feeling of rejection began to sink in. As if I hadn’t dealt with that enough in my life. Having it come from the man whose baby I was carrying was a hard blow, no matter how used to it I should be. This hurt.
A knock at the door stopped whatever else I was about to spew from my mouth, and I was thankful for the interruption.
“What?” Liam barked.
It opened, and the tattooed, green-eyed man with a pierced tongue stepped inside. Liam had called him Tex. His gaze darted to me quickly, then went back to Liam.
“Sorry, but it’s important,” he said.
Liam swung his eyes back to me. “Go to the bedroom. Pack up your things. I’ll be there shortly,” he said.
Pack up my things? I should be relieved. He wasn’t planning on holding me hostage. Instead, dread started to creep in. What was he going to do? Take me to a motel and leave me? Or would he possibly take me to his house? Did he have one? Yes, he had to have a house.
The thought of living with him, in a home, not this club, sent a thrill of excitement through me. He didn’t want me, but maybe if I was given a chance, I could change his mind about me. It wasn’t like I could get this man to love me, but maybe he could like me. We could be friends even. Possibly friends who had sex because I really wanted more of that.