**Her Tits Were Mine to Punish**

I’d known Kia for a while—not well, but well enough to know she liked attention. She didn’t just crave it; she fucking *lived* for it. The way she’d arch her back when she laughed, how she’d lean in just a little too close when she talked to guys, the way her tits always seemed to be on full display, barely contained in whatever top she was wearing. Tonight, she was in a tight red tank top, no bra, and the second I saw her nipples poking through the fabric, I knew I wanted to make her pay for teasing everyone.

We’d been drinking at her place, just the two of us, and the second she stretched out on the couch, her tits practically spilling out of her top, I decided I wasn’t letting her get away with it.

“You like showing these off, don’t you?” I growled, grabbing her wrists and pinning them above her head with one hand.

She bit her lip, squirming under me, but she didn’t say no. Her tits heaved as she breathed, her nipples hard and begging for attention.

“You fucking love it when guys look at you, don’t you?” I squeezed one of her tits roughly, making her gasp.

“Yeah,” she admitted, breathless. “I do.”

That was all I needed. I yanked her top down, exposing her heavy tits, her dark nipples already stiff. I didn’t waste time—I latched onto one, biting just hard enough to make her squeal before sucking hard, pulling the nipple between my teeth.

“Fuck!” she moaned, arching off the couch.

I switched to the other one, biting down harder this time, enough to leave a mark. She thrashed under me, but her pussy was soaking—I could feel the heat between her legs when my knee pressed against her.

“You’re gonna take it,” I growled, releasing her wrists to grab both tits, squeezing them together so tight she whimpered. “These are mine now.”

I slapped one tit hard, the sound sharp in the room, and she cried out—but her hips jerked, grinding against my knee. I did it again, then again, watching the skin turn pink under my hand.

“You like that?” I demanded, pinching her nipple between my fingers and twisting.

“Yes—*fuck*—yes!” she gasped.

I sucked her nipple back into my mouth, biting gently at first, then harder, until she was writhing, her tits red and marked from my teeth. I could feel her wetness through her jeans, and I knew she was close just from this, just from me punishing her tits like she deserved.

I slapped them again, watching them jiggle, then leaned down to suck and bite until she was moaning, her back arching, her body trembling.

“Come for me,” I ordered, kneading her tits roughly, biting down on one nipple while I pinched the other.

And she did—her whole body tightened, her pussy clenching around nothing as she came just from the rough treatment of her tits.

I didn’t stop. I kept biting, kept sucking, kept marking her until she was a whimpering, gasping mess beneath me.

“That’s what you get for teasing,” I muttered against her skin, finally pulling back to admire the red, swollen mess I’d made of her perfect tits.

And the best part? She’d fucking loved every second of it.