King of Hawthorne Prep Read online Jennifer Sucevic

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Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 94874 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
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“You’re gorgeous.”

“Do you like the dress? Mom insisted I wear it tonight.” The corners of my lips quirk. “She said it made me look innocent.”

His gaze flicks to mine as wickedness fills his eyes, making the twin inky pools appear bottomless. “She’s right, it does.” There’s a pause. “I’m the only one who knows what lies beneath all that innocence, aren’t I?”

It’s not a question that needs to be answered. We both know he’s the one who has corrupted me. It only takes the raspy scrape of his voice to have heat settling between my thighs. In a matter of days, I’ve become conditioned to crave his touch. Restlessly, I shift beneath his gaze.

“You’ll give me it all, won’t you, Summer?”

Everything.

I’ll give him everything.

A bolt of electricity shoots through me as one of his hands settles on the bare skin below the hem of my dress.

“Yes.”

“Good girl.” As if to reward the response, his fingers trail up and down my flesh. With lazy movements, they migrate toward the apex of my thighs.

When I spread my legs, granting him more access, his lips lift into a knowing smile.

“You need my touch, don’t you?”

I moan as his fingertips brush over my panties. It’s nothing more than a light, teasing stroke. My hips lift, begging for more. His gentle caresses drive me just as crazy as when he tunnels his fingers through my hair and tugs my head back, rendering me powerless. At first, I was bothered by how much I enjoyed the manhandling. How it would send a rush of liquid heat to my core.

Now, I no longer care.

I want it all.

Whatever he will give me.

“That’s not an answer, baby girl,” he whispers.

“Yes,” I sigh. “I need it.”

I widen my thighs as his palm settles over my heat before giving it a possessive squeeze.

“This belongs to me.”

How could I possibly want anyone else when he fulfills all my needs? Needs I never realized existed until he carefully stoked them to life.

When he takes possession of my mouth, I open for him until our tongues can meld. His fingers rub soft circles across the cotton that encases my core. Already the material is drenched.

“So fucking wet,” he growls against me.

The heated words send more arousal flooding to my pussy.

“For you,” I tell him.

“Damn right it’s for me.” He presses against the fabric until his fingers sink between my lower lips. “This is mine.”

“I want you to make me yours,” I whimper. “Please.”

He groans as if pained by the idea. “Is that really what you want, Summer?”

No, it’s not what I want. It’s what I need.

“Yes.” My hips gyrate against his searching fingers.

“Fuck,” he hisses.

In one swift movement, he shoves the satin of my skirt above my waist. His fingers hook beneath the elastic band of my panties, dragging them down my hips, thighs, and legs before tossing the soaked material to the thick carpet of grass beside the towel. Then his fingers are back, stroking over my bare lips. It doesn’t take long for me to grow impatient beneath his touch. The ache pulsing between my legs is already unbearable.

Kingsley slips between my spread thighs before settling on his haunches. He strokes his hands up and down my legs before gently forcing them further apart. Even under the moonlight, I’m exposed to his gaze.

Completely at his mercy.

That knowledge only heightens the excitement flooding through my system.

His fingers stroke over the delicate skin of my inner thighs until his thumbs can graze the outer lips of my pussy. When he kneads the flesh, I writhe beneath him, silently willing him to caress me. Instead of rushing, he takes his time, toying with me, slowly driving me to the brink.

He rubs a wide circle until his thumbs pause over my lower lips before gently separating them. Cool air rushes over my inner flesh. I’m unable to stifle the moan of impatience growing inside me.

“So fucking pretty.” His possessive gaze flicks upward. “And it’s mine, right?”

“Yes,” I groan. “All for you.”

With his fingers still holding me apart, his head dips as he gives my slit a long slow lap with his tongue. I slap a hand to my mouth to stifle the whimper trying to break free.

“Delicious.” His warm breath drifts over me as he does it again.

Oh God.

When his teeth scrape against my clit, I nearly come off the towel. His hands tighten around me, holding me firmly in place as he repeats the movement. He nibbles at the tiny bundle of nerves until an orgasm so powerful streaks through me that my muscles tighten, and I scream against the hand clapped over my mouth. Instead of letting up, he teases out every drop of pleasure until my bones turn to jelly and I stare dazedly up at the brightly lit sky.

I’m still floating on a cloud when I hear the tear of a wrapper and then Kingsley is moving over my prone body. With his gaze locked on mine, his cock presses against my soaked entrance, nudging my lower lips with his blunt head.


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