Page 59 of Cruel Prep (Princes of Ravenlake Academy 1)

“Roll over.”

She does as I ask, propping herself up on her knees and looking back at me over her shoulder, and it is so hot I almost come right there. At the sight of this girl, ready and willing.

My thighs meet the backs of hers, our bodies fitting together like a glove, and she presses her hips back to give me better access.

I slide myself along her folds, feeling the proof of her excitement dripping from her. Then, I go higher.

When I press myself against her, Lily flinches. “Um … wrong one.”

She sounds surprised, like she thinks I’d actually make that mistake. Like she thinks it is possible I don’t know the difference between her equally delectable holes.

“You said you want me to show you how bad I am,” I whisper.

Her eyes go wide, and her mouth opens and closes, uncertain. “I know, but … well … I’ve never—”

“Do you trust me?” I circle myself over the sensitive area, and her back stiffens, arching with pleasure.

Her eyes flutter closed, and her lips part, and she is so fucking beautiful.

Finally, she nods, and I realize she is stupid, too.

Maybe I should have given her over to Rufus or Caleb. Because if Lily thinks she can trust me, she is the stupidest girl alive.

“Okay, brace yourself.”

She grips the sheets with both hands and squeezes her eyes closed, preparing for the pain. I pull back, position myself at her opening, and after three agonizing seconds, I push into her pussy to the hilt.

Lily frowns and looks back at me. “I thought you were going to—”

“I’ll have you every way you can think of eventually,” I tell her. “This will do for now.”

I say it as though being balls deep inside of her isn’t the most magnificent thing I’ve ever felt. So much better than I even imagined.

Her body is tight and hot around me, and Lily leans forward, her upper body lying on the bed while her lower half is propped up and exposed for me.

I slide out of her all the way, grip her hips, and slide back in again.

With every thrust, I know I’m making a mistake. I know I’m in too deep already. But I can’t stop.

Lily DeVry is a drug I can’t quit.

She is a puzzle I can’t solve.

But I won’t stop trying.

She is …

She is …

When she reaches back and grips my thigh, begging me for more, harder, faster, I realize exactly what she is.

Lily DeVry is going to be my fucking undoing.

I pull out of her, grip her hips, and spin her so she is underneath me on the bed. Her legs wrap around me instantly, and I look into her eyes as I push inside of her again.

I watch the way her breath catches, the way her lips part and her eyes flutter closed. I watch the pink in her cheeks spread to her neck and her chest.

As I pump into her, our bodies slapping together again and again, I watch as a pleasure she can’t hide builds inside of her.

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