Page 130 of Savage Hearts

And I wouldn’t be.

I wouldn’t fucking allow it.

“Lift your shirt.”

“Excuse me?”

I resisted the urge to smile, though I didn’t doubt she could see the amusement in my eyes. “Lift your shirt, baby. Show me your body. Let me see your gorgeous tits, aching for my touch.”

“And why would I do that?”

“Because if you’re good for me, I’ll reward you. And firecracker, you’ll love this reward. I promise.”

She hesitated for a moment, and I waited to see if she would do it, hoping,prayingthat she would.

Heat moved through me, my dick getting so hard now it was difficult to concentrate when she brought her hands down to the hem of her shirt and slowly pulled it up.

I licked my lips. “Higher,” I said, when I caught a hint of her pussy.

She swallowed hard and pulled it higher, showing off a pale stomach with the cutest little belly button. Higher still, until I caught sight of the swell of the bottom of her tits.

I met her eyes. “Higher.”

She bit her lip and complied, revealing her tits to my gaze and settling the fabric against her collarbone.

“Good girl. Now, hold it there and I’ll be right back.”

I turned and walked away, hearing a small protest coming from her lips, but a glance back told me she was still holding the position.

I went to the bathroom and washed my hands, trying to calm the raging hard-on I was sporting.

Jesus.

I wasn’t a fucking teenager anymore, seeing some tits for the first time.

I shouldn’t be affected by this little slip of a girl.

I walked back out to the bed and found her holding the same position I’d told her to. And how beautifully she did it, too.

Her throat moved up and down from a swallow when I came back to her, though she didn’t say anything.

“Are you wet?” I asked, circling her nipple with the tip of my finger.

She sucked in a sharp breath but didn’t say anything.

I pinched her nipple roughly.

She tried to pull away, but I only tightened my grip.

“Oh, God,” she said, shaking her head.

“Answer me, baby. Are you wet?”

I let go of her nipple, watching it pebble.

She nodded. “Yes.”

It was a soft, almost silent yes, but I would take it.

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