Queen of Hawthorne Prep Read online Jennifer Sucevic

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Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 88563 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 443(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
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I loosen my fingers from the thick white material before allowing my hands to fall to my sides. From behind hooded eyes, he watches as I gather up the plaid fabric before my fingers can slip beneath the hem to rest against my thighs. They skim over bare skin until I reach the elastic band of my panties. I hook my fingers inside the one-inch strip and slowly drag them down until the material no longer covers my core.

When he doesn’t step away, I say, “That’s as far as they’ll go.”

“Wiggle out of them.”

“What?” He can’t be serious.

His irises dilate as they remain focused on my face. “You heard me.”

I glance away, wishing he would leave me alone and yet, I haven’t felt this alive in a long time.

“Eyes on me, baby girl.” His lips brush over mine. It’s a featherlight touch. Barely there before it’s gone. “You don’t need to think, just do what I say.”

As awkward as it feels with him shoved up against me, I squirm. His cock grows harder as my pussy brushes against him. The thin cotton slips further down my legs before pooling around my heels.

His lips curve as he presses them against mine. The caress is fleeting and then he’s sliding along my body, dropping into a squat. He reaches for them before tugging at the material. When I shift my feet, he picks up the panties before stuffing them into the pocket of his khakis.

His gaze flicks to mine as his hands settle on the flesh above my knees before spreading them apart. My breath catches as his palms slide upward, brushing over the hem of the skirt before meticulously gathering it into his fingers. Slowly the tartan material rises until I’m completely bared to his sight.

Kingsley makes a point of dropping his gaze and staring at the V between my thighs. “Are you as wet as you look?”

I pin my lower lip with my teeth, refusing to answer.

Not bothered by my silence, he shrugs. “Guess I’ll have to find out for myself, huh?” His thumbs settle on each side of my slit before pulling the flesh apart until my clit is exposed. “Fucking gorgeous,” he mutters, swiping his tongue across the tiny bundle of nerves.

Pleasure explodes in my core as he buries his face against me, feasting on my pussy as if he hasn’t eaten in days. My muscles tighten. Even though he’s barely touched me, I’m moments away from shattering into a million pieces. Chilled air wafts over my wet flesh as the warmth of his mouth disappears.

“Now turn around.” Kingsley might be on his knees, but we both know that I’m the one at his mercy.

“Hmmm?” His words don’t immediately penetrate the sexual haze clouding my brain.

He bites out the command for a second time. “Turn. Around.”

A scream of frustration bubbles up inside me. My body is wound impossibly tight as it throbs with arousal. When I don’t spring into action, Kingsley grabs my hips and spins my body until my front is plastered against the wall. The forceful movement has the air evaporating from my lungs.

He snaps out the next order. “Lift your skirt.”

What?

My skirt?

Hell no!

“Don’t make the situation any worse.”

I don’t realize he has risen to his feet until the front of his body is pressed against my back, all but crushing me to the unforgiving tile. His voice is nothing more than a low growl at my ear. When the pressure from behind disappears, I turn my head until the side of my face can rest against the wall. I squeeze my eyes tight and drag the hem of my skirt up until it’s midway over my cheeks.

“Higher.”

“King—”

“Do it!”

My fingers shake as I raise the plaid material until it hovers at my waist. Cool air hits my bare ass as my breath gets trapped in my throat. My face goes up in flames as I imagine Kingsley behind me, eating me up with his eyes. With the silent tick of every second, tension curls like a wisp of smoke in the pit of my belly.

And lower.

So much lower.

My pussy throbs with awareness as arousal crashes dangerously within me. It takes everything I have to stifle the moan building inside when he finally reaches out and trails a finger across one taut curve before doing the same to the other side.

“A perfect heart-shaped ass,” he murmurs thickly as his fingers sink inside my soaked heat, carefully stoking those flames all over again. Tension builds as my muscles turn lax and I use the wall to hold myself up. If I didn’t, I would slide down the tile and puddle on the floor. As a sigh falls from my lips, he cracks a wide palm against one cheek and then the other. Two movements in quick succession. The sound of flesh striking flesh rings out in the silence of the room.


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