Page 83 of Heir

“Kai,” I complained.

He pulled on my nipples again.

“Are you?”

I shook my head. “No. You are.”

“Good. You just relax and let me make you feel good. I’ll tire you out real good and you will be taking a nap soon, yeah?”

With the way I was feeling right now?

That didn’t seem likely.

But I nodded, as long as the result would be him making me come.

Fuck, just let me come.

I had spent most of my life making myself come, and now…

I was addicted to him.

“Please. I’ll be good.”

He smiled. He loved it when I gave him control. “Yeah?”

I nodded. “Yeah. I’ll be your good girl.”

A satisfied humming came from him, and he pushed me onto the bed.

I lay there as he loomed over me. He licked his lips, and I felt it down to my clit.

I rubbed my legs together, and he shot me a knowing look.

He reached over and dragged the boxer briefs I was wearing down my legs.

Eventually, I would have to go home for my clothes. I would—

Ah, fuck.

I closed my eyes when he cupped my pussy and moved his hand up and down, brushing against my clit but not really paying attention to it.

I let out a frustrated noise when he did it again.

He chuckled and helped me take off my shirt until I was lying naked on his bed, and he stood at the edge of the bed, still in his shirt and dark jeans.

I wished he would take them off. Not only because it would make me feel less vulnerable, but because I loved his body.

I loved the ink, the hardness of him. I loved his size, and his muscular build…

My gaze moved down to his cock, tenting his jeans.

I really, really loved his cock.

“What is it?” he asked lightly. “What do you want me to do?”

I probably looked like a deer in headlights.

Could I really ask him to do it?

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