Forbidden Desires
he said.
Almost immediately, I dropped my hand as my nipples hardened under my shirt. “Take off your shirt. Let me see your tits.” “No,” I said, giving him my most defiant look. “I don’t want—” After he captured both my nipples between his fingers and squeezed harshly, I yelped out and gripped his wrists. Yet he tugged on them even harder and pulled them in the direction of the floor. I stumbled onto the hardwood floor and landed on my hands and knees. “That’s what I like to see,” José said, crouching in front of me and still squeezing my nipples. “Please, let go,” I pleaded. “Are you going to take off your shirt?” After a few moments, I nodded. When he released me, I rubbed them gently and