Page 56 of Heir

I restrained myself, but just barely.

When I looked at his face, he was smiling at me.

I blushed and looked down at the mattress, but that only reminded me I was shirtless. My fingers grasped my nipples, but at some point, when I was checking him out, I had stopped playing with myself.

He pushed me down until I was lying on the bed.

“Keep playing with your nipples, baby. Pretend it’s me playing with you.”

I licked my lips and nodded as he removed his jeans. His shoes were off, and he turned slightly away from me to kick them out of the way, giving me the view of his back tattoo. A realistic cherry blossom tree with a cluster of pink flowers here and there. It wasn’t filled in, and I thought he might have done that on purpose. I didn’t know why and didn’t ask because he climbed into bed with me, making my skin hum with awareness and my heart dance erratically with nervousness.

We were really doing this.

I licked my lips.

He was now in nothing but black boxer briefs, and my eyes zeroed in on the outline of his monstrous cock.

Fuck, but I couldn’t wait to see it, to play with it, totasteit.

I had never given a blow job before, and I had never wanted to, but with him…

My mouth watered at the thought.

He reached over and slapped the side of my breast. I gasped, and he smiled meanly.

“Pinch your nipples, baby. Abuse them for me. Show me how much you fucking like it when it hurts.”

I moaned at his words, pinching them as he pulled my leggings and panties down my legs.

I made a small noise in protest, but he had my legs spread, and he was looking at me reverently.

“Fuck, but look how pretty your little cunt is. So sweet and wet, all for me.”

He pressed his hand down against my slit, roughly moving his fingers from side to side.

My legs shifted slightly, and I could only lie there and let him play with me.

He spread me further and met my eyes. “I want to taste you. You’ll let me taste you, won’t you, pretty girl?”

I closed my eyes trying—and failing—to regain my bearings.

I nodded.

I wanted him—

I yelped when he smacked his hand down on my pussy sharply.

“Answer me, pretty girl.”

I glared at him. Fuck, that hurt. Yet my pussy was quivering—not because it was unpleasant.

He groaned and pushed his finger inside me, swirling it around.

“Does my girl like it when I hurt her?”

I did, but perhaps I shouldn’t. Even if Kai looked like he loved that it was the case.

“Answer me.”

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