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“Probably not. Might get clawed.”
“Just a fair warning, little mouse.” His fingers finally stopped their journey downward, resting on the swell of my breasts. His eyes held a smoky quality as they met mine. “Do you now understand your new duty?”
It was impossible to argue with that look in his eyes.
I licked my lips, half defeated and half thrilled by the prospect. “Yes, Kaz. I understand.”
“Good.” He swiftly pulled down the top of my dress and then my bra, revealing the nursing pads stuck to my nipples. They were simple, round pieces of soft, white cotton.
For several seconds, he stared at the pads with a heavy and piercing gaze. Then, he twisted his features into an angry scowl. “What is this?”
I chuckled. “Nursing pads.”
“What are you doing to my nipples?”
“They are actually my nipples—”
“Not anymore.” He poked at the pads. “Why would you do this?”
“Since Emilio doesn’t drink a lot from my breasts anymore, my nipples tend to leak—”
“That is a good thing—”
“Kaz, I don’t want to be in the center of the strip club with milk spilling out in front of my dress—”
“That is exactly what I want.” That scowl hardened.
“Would you relax?”
His gaze bore into mine. “Never put these on again. I want to see the milk wetting the front of your dress, shirt, blouse, I don’t care—”
“Kaz, you’re tripping—”
“I want to pull down your dress and see that white liquid coat your skin and trickle down from your hard brown nipples.” Hot desire roared in his eyes. “My cock is growing just thinking of the sight.”
I swallowed hard, feeling this wild need stir within me.
“Very naughty mouse.” His fingers began to slowly peel the nursing pads from my nipples.
For some reason, a moan just escaped me.
What was it?
Did it have something to do with the way the pads pulled at my nipples as he pulled them off?
Or was it all that insane hunger raging in his eyes as he stared at my breasts?
A dark groan left him, making my pussy wet.
Cool air brushed my nipples.
His gaze never left mine as he slung the pads onto the floor. “Much better.”
I licked my lips.
He brought his hand up to one of my breasts and traced the fleshy swell, carefully avoiding the tight brown nipple that awaited his mouth. “So beautiful.”
He was breathtaking—like a lion in the wilderness, fierce in his need.
