Page 68 of Princess of Hawthorne Prep

For a long, silent minute, neither of us moves a muscle. It’s as if time stops and we’re hanging in suspension. Me with my fingers wrapped around the porcelain, my ass tilted, breath coming fast and heavy. Him crouched behind my naked and vulnerable form, his thick digit lodged intimately inside me. I can almost feel my muscles adjusting to the intrusion.

Stretching to accommodate and accept this newly claimed ownership.

Forcing my eyes open again, I stare at the mirror, mesmerized by the sight of us. When he leans closer, the heat of his breath drifts across my bare skin as he presses a kiss against my pussy.

He’s right. I’m dripping with arousal and need. I didn’t think it was possible to become turned on again so quickly, but I was wrong. If there’s a way, Austin will find it and wring every last drop of pleasure from my body.

A whimper escapes from me as his tongue slides between my lips.

Any second, I’ll shatter.

And there won’t be a way to put me back together again.

“Delicious.”

When I bow my spine, only wanting to give him further access to my delicate flesh, he draws away, peppering my backside with tiny, fleeting kisses that drive me to distraction. His finger never budges.

“Do you like this?” he whispers.

“Yes.”

If you’d told me three months ago that I would enjoy a man playing with my ass, teasing the muscle and pressing deep inside my body until I was none too sure where he ended and I began, I would have called you crazy. It didn’t seem possible that any pleasure could have been derived from this kind of play.

I was wrong.

So wrong.

“I like it too. I like touching you, making your body sing.”

“I enjoy doing the same to you.”

With a groan, he slips his finger from my ass. I gasp as a strange sensation of loss and emptiness fills me. It doesn’t make sense that I would actually miss the feel of him buried deep within.

When I straighten, his hands settle on my hips and he swivels me around until we’re once again facing one another. His hands drift to my backside before he drags me close enough for my legs to tangle around his waist so that my pussy is splayed across his rock-solid abdominals. The friction has me wanting to grind against him. With me locked around his midsection, Austin carries me to the bedroom before depositing me on the mattress where I land with a soft bounce.

“On your knees, sweet girl,” he growls.

I scramble to do his bidding, only wanting more of these newly discovered feelings he’s ignited within me.

“Mmm, that’s right. Ass in the air.”

Excitement spirals through me as his hand trails over my flank. He doesn’t make me wait as he positions the blunt head of his cock against my entrance before sliding deep inside with one swift movement.

“Fuck, it’s such a tight fit,” he says with a raspy groan. “It’s like your pussy is trying to strangle the life out of my dick.”

Those gruff words send a tidal wave of sensation crashing over me.

I’m so wet that he’s able to slide in and out with ease. It’s nothing like the first time when he had to carefully inch his way inside me.

“As much as I want to make this last, there’s no way that’s going to happen.”

His larger body presses against mine as his hips piston. The only sound that can be heard in the silence of the room is our harsh breaths mingled with the slapping of skin. He gathers up the thick strands of my hair and holds them tight until it becomes necessary to tilt my head. My scalp stings as pleasure sizzles through my veins before settling deep in my core. An orgasm builds like an impending storm. The possessiveness of his hold and the way he pins my smaller body to the mattress has me on the verge of coming. When he presses the tip of his finger against my rosebud, I come unhinged and splinter apart.

My eyes feather closed as I cry out. His movements become more frenzied as he finds his own release. The warmth of his orgasm paints my womb. Nothing has ever felt more amazing than when our bodies are in perfect synchronicity. My inner muscles clench, squeezing him, milking every last drop from his cock until there is nothing left to give. Until I’ve completely drained him and he’s huffing out a breath, collapsing on top of me in a heap of well-honed muscle.

“Fuck,” he mutters, sounding like he needs to catch his breath.

A tiny smile quirks the corners of my lips. I don’t think I’ve ever felt more satiated in my life. And that has everything to do with the man still pulsing inside my body.

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