Page 25 of Princess of Hawthorne Prep

“That’s right,” he agrees smoothly. “I didn’t.” Pleasure ignites in his eyes as he smirks. “So fucking greedy even when I’m forcing you to suck my dick. You can’t help yourself.”

There’s little point denying the accusation.

He won’t believe me.

Iwon’t believe me.

When I remain quiet, thunderclouds erupt across his expression as he jerks me forward, feeding me the thick length until it does exactly as he promised and nudges the back of my throat. My eyes widen as I adjust to his girthy size. Only half his cock fills my mouth. I can’t imagine what it’ll feel like to take the entire thing.

The slight smile tugging at the corners of his lips tells me he’s able to read my thoughts.

“That’s a lot more than you’re used to, isn’t it? No one is choking on Jasper’s pinkie-sized dick, now are they?”

I moan when he presses forward, sliding deeper inside my throat until almost the entire length has disappeared between my lips. Any moment, I’m going to gag. My mouth has never felt this full. I unlock my jaw and breathe through my nostrils as my pleading gaze stays pinned to his. I’m seconds away from freaking out. The vise grip he has on me doesn’t allow for movement.

“That feels so damn good,” he groans, thick dark lashes fluttering as a look of pure bliss flickers across his face. The anger recedes as euphoria floods his expression.

His happiness is addicting.

And I want more of it.

I want to be the only one capable of giving him this kind of intense pleasure.

More than that, I don’t want to see the rage and distrust return when he stares at me. Once this is over, it will. It only makes me want to draw out this moment for as long as possible even though I know it won’t—can’t—last.

The longer he stays motionless, the more tears sting my eyes.

Just when I’m about to choke on his thick length, he withdraws. Relief floods through me as I fill my lungs with fresh air, but my respite is short lived. Before my racing heart can settle, he nudges my lips again. His grip tightens on my scalp, and I open so that he can slide inside, surging farther than last time. When the muscles of my throat constrict, a growl rumbles up from deep within his chest.

“Fuck.”

With one flex of his hips, his length slides in and then out. When he nudges the back of my throat, I swallow and another groan escapes from him. His movements become rhythmic as his fingers tighten in my hair. More wetness gathers in my eyes as he glides so far down my throat that the nest of dark hair at his groin tickles the tip of my nose.

“Unbutton your shirt,” he says with a grunt.

I blink and stare at him as he fucks my mouth, just like he promised.

“Open your shirt,” he growls for a second time. “I don’t like repeating myself.”

With my mouth stuffed full of his cock, my fingers shake as they rise to the first pearly button. I slip it through the fabric loop before they drift to the second and third until the perfectly pressed material gapes, revealing my simple white undergarment and the swath of sun-kissed skin beneath.

“Now take your tits out of the bra.”

This time, there is no hesitancy. My fingers delve inside the cups before shoving down the material. My nipples tighten as the cool air of the room wafts over them.

“You have the most perfect breasts.”

His cock swells in my mouth as his hips piston, picking up speed. Just when I think he’s going to come, he pulls away. A choking sound escapes from me and spittle dribbles from the corners of my mouth as he retreats a step. With his hand strangling his cock, he continues to pump his erection, all the while watching me through hooded eyes.

“Press your titties together.”

A groan rumbles up from deep within his chest as I push the swells of my breasts until they’re practically touching. When his fisted hand picks up even more speed, I can’t help but stare in fascination as he jerks his dick. The rough way he handles it looks almost painful. Another deep, guttural sound escapes from him as thick ropes of cum erupt from the tip and land on my chest.

I gasp as he paints my naked flesh with his warm release.

“Fuck,” he growls, continuing to throttle his thick erection with a hard grip until his knuckles turn bone white. It’s only when he softens that his fingers loosen.

In the silence of the room, his harsh breath echoes off the tile walls and my heartbeat jackhammers a mad rhythm until the dull roar of the ocean fills my ears.

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