Page 57 of Cruel Elite (Princes of Ravenlake Academy 3)

Penny licks her lips. “You’re already inside of me, Noah.”

Before I can guess at what her true meaning is, Penny shifts her hips forward and takes the tips of my fingers into her.

It’s my turn to be surprised.

Penny grabs my hand and pulls it more firmly against her, fucking herself with my fingers.

It is unreal. Mindblowingly hot.

My cock twitches in my pants, and I watch in a daze as Penny rides my hand, seemingly with no help from me at all.

She bucks and rolls her hips, slides herself to the tips of my fingers and then plunges them back inside of her. It is a wanton display of desire and pleasure.

I realize all at once that I’m losing control here.

So I press a forearm across her chest, pinning her to the stall, and reclaim the upper hand.

I add a third finger, giving her a moment to stretch to size before I plunge in. All the while, my thumb is drawing circles over her clit.

Penny begins to thrash, her jerking shaking the stalls and making the doors rattle.

“Shit,” she moans, wrapping her long fingers around my elbow for stability. “Noah. Oh, God.”

I feel her insides clench around my finger. A second later, her stomach clenches, too. Her mouth falls open, her eyes roll closed, and Penelope LaFevre rides the wave of pleasure I’ve sent her way.

I forgot what it felt like to watch her come.

To be the person responsible for making her feel good.

Though, in this case, the pleasure will be temporary.

I slide my fingers from her still-convulsing pussy and wipe them on the inside of her jeans. Penny doesn’t move. She stays leaned against the stall, eyes closed, breathing heavy.

“Did I force you into that, too?” I taunt.

Penny gives me a lazy smile and then lifts her middle finger in a crude gesture. “Fuck you.”

“You wish.”

She zips up her jeans and adjusts her shirt, setting herself right after all the wrong we just did.

“No, I don’t.”

Penny goes to move past me, but I block her with my leg and corner her against the stall.

“Yes, you do. Do you want to know why?”

“Please, Noah. Enlighten me. Tell me,” she says, rolling her eyes.

I lean down close, my lips only an inch from hers. “Because you’re so fucked up, you’ll accept affection even if it isn’t love.”

The color drains from her cheeks, and I know I’ve hit a sore spot. I tap on it again.

“No one at home loves poor Penelope, so she takes it wherever she can get it. Even if it’s in a bathroom stall in the middle of the school day from a boy who fucking hates her guts.”

Her lower lip trembles once, and then she stiffens it and shoves at my chest with both hands. It’s not hard enough to hurt or actually move me, but I play along.

I’ve had my fun with Penny today.

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