Page 71 of Heir

How could she be shy now when I had done all sorts of impolite things to her last night?

I shot her a devilish grin.

“Are you wearing anything underneath my shirt, pretty girl?”

Her mouth opened, and the slight blush that took over her face told me the answer already. I waited, wanting to hear them from her.

“I-I—I mean, I, uh—what?”

My smile widened.

Fuck, she was cute.

“Are you wearing anything underneath, or is your bare pussy touching my shirt?”

She took in a broken breath of air, almost as if she couldn’t take in enough before she wrinkled her nose. “I didn’t want to put on dirty panties again.”

I laughed. “Oh, I’m not complaining, pretty girl. Show me.”

“Kai—”

I smacked my hand down on her ass, feeling my cock twitch when she yelped and glared at me.

“Show me, baby. Show me what’s mine.”

She hesitated, and I waited, wanting to see if she would do it.

I felt my heart light in satisfaction when she dragged the shirt up, revealing her bare pussy to my gaze.

Fuck. Me.

She looked away.

Reaching out, I let my fingers skim gently over her wet slit, and she closed her eyes, her cheeks flushing.

I put my thumb against her swollen nub, and her legs trembled, but like the good girl she was, she held the shirt up and let me play.

“One of these days, you’re going to see yourself like I see you. You’re going to see how fucking sexy you are, and you won’t be shy then. You will own your sexuality like the fucking goddess that you are.”

She made a small sound in protest. I shot her a sharp look, quieting her.

“You don’t think you’re sexy?” I asked. I stabbed a finger inside her, and she gasped.

“I—oh, fuck.”

I grinned and slowly pumped in and out of her. “Are you sore, baby?”

She nodded.

“Do you want me to stop?”

She shook her head.

I moved faster, grabbing her waist and pulling her close when it looked like her knees were moments away from buckling.

She rested her head on my chest and met my eyes as I continued to finger-fuck her.

We didn’t say anything.

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