Page 47 of Heir

He repositioned his hands, curving one around my neck and squeezing slightly, and with the other, he cupped my breast.

My back arched when his thumb touched my nipple through my bra.

“Kai,” I said, rotating my hips.

“That’s it, pretty girl. Are you close? Can you come for me?”

Could I?

I didn’t know.

I made a small, frustrated noise. He grabbed my hands and placed them on his shoulders.

“I got you,” he said, sliding a hand down my body.

I quivered slightly against him when I felt his finger prod at the waistband of my leggings.

Fuck, but I knew where he was going next, and I didn’t have the willpower to stop him.

I didn’t want to stop him.

I buried my face in his neck when he finally pushed his hand down my pants, beneath my panties.

My legs nearly buckled from the first swipe of his finger across my clit.

“Oh, God!” I screamed.

“Kiss me,” he commanded as he rubbed in a circular motion over the bundle of nerves.

I complied.

I kissed him. I opened my mouth without his asking and delved my tongue inside, trying to mimic how he had moved when he’d kissed me earlier.

His hand moved further down until he was cupping me, a low growl coming out when he found me wet with want.

“Fuck me, but you’re so fucking responsive to me. This is all for me, isn’t it, pretty girl? Your sweet little cunt is weeping for me and only me, yeah?”

I nodded shyly against him.

No one had ever said these kinds of things to me, and Kai was so free and confident with his words.

“Tell me, baby. Tell me this is for me and only me, and I’ll let you come.”

At this point, I would have agreed to have his babies if he would just let me come.

“Please, Kai.” I whimpered.

“Tell me.”

“This is all for you,” I said.

“Tell me your cunt is weeping for me.”

He squeezed me roughly.

Oh, God.

“M-my cunt is weeping for y-you. And only you.”

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