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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.
