Prince of Hawthorne Prep Read Online Jennifer Sucevic

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Erotic, New Adult, Romance, Sports, Young Adult Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 95950 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 480(@200wpm)___ 384(@250wpm)___ 320(@300wpm)
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His gaze drops to the apex of my thighs as he shoves the material up so that he can see my panties. “All I’d have to do is unzip my fly and I could slide right inside your heat. Already I know it would be a tight fit. Your virgin cunt is so tiny. I’d have to take it nice and slow. Lick you first to get you ready to take me.”

Oh god.

His dirty words dampen my panties with even more arousal as he thrusts. One hand is splayed against my throat while the other stays wrapped in my hair to keep me locked in place. Maybe I wanted to flee the vehicle ten minutes ago, but it’s no longer a thought in my head. It feels like there’s a fire burning through my body as he slides his thick length against me. The sweet friction makes me want to scream with pent-up frustration.

There’s a desperate part of me that wants him to lower his fly and pull out his cock. He’s probably right about me having to stretch around him, but it would feel so damn good.

The burn of it.

Knowing that he’s shaping me to fit him.

I’m so far past the point of caring if the neighbors or people passing by catch a glimpse of us parked in his SUV. I’m burning up inside, and he’s the only one capable of dousing the flames.

My eyelids flutter closed as he rocks against me.

“Fuck, you’ve soaked the front of my pants.”

If I were in my right mind, a comment like that would embarrass the hell out of me.

“Do you have any idea how much I want to make you orgasm again?”

“It can’t be more than I want it,” I groan.

I crack open my eyes just enough to see him smirk before a tortured chuckle escapes from him. “I haven’t come in my pants since I was fifteen years old. But that’s exactly what’s gonna happen.”

“Is that what I do to you?” I ask, turned on by the idea of him losing all control because of me.

His fingers press against my throat as he continues to fist my hair. I couldn’t imagine anyone else touching me like this.

His expression turns fierce as he thrusts again. “You know it is. From fucking day one.”

“I felt it, too,” I whisper, wanting him to know the truth.

Emotion flickers in his eyes. “Do you have any idea how much I want to believe you?”

“Austin…”

Another upstroke has his cock dragging across my clit. That’s all it takes for me to fall apart. The hold on my hair intensifies, the sting only adding to the pleasure ricocheting throughout my body. His fingers slide upward until the thumb and forefinger are pressing into the bones of my lower jaw, holding me in place. That too, somehow, only enhances the sensations unfurling inside me. A scream builds in my throat and tears from my lips. There’s no way to stop it from pouring out.

He doesn’t attempt to muffle my screams. They echo throughout the cabin and ring in my ears. It wouldn’t matter if there were a crowd of onlookers gathered around the vehicle, I wouldn’t be able to stop it from happening.

Austin groans as his cock continues to stroke my panty-covered pussy. My inner muscles clench and contract, searching for something to lock around. As amazing as this feels, I know it would be so much better if he were inside me, filling me to the brim. My hips buck as I writhe against him.

It's only when the last tendrils of orgasm dissipate that I return to my senses.

“You’re so fucking beautiful when you come undone.”

I huff out a breath as a massive wave of exhaustion crashes over me, threatening to suck me under. The emotional upheaval and toll this week has taken is finally catching up with me. All I want to do is curl up against his chest and fall asleep. Maybe when I wake again, the worst part of it will have passed.

Austin releases his hold on my hair before stroking his fingers along my jaw. A shiver slides through me as he trails them down the column of my throat to my collarbone.

Not in a million years would I have expected either of those things to be a turn-on.

Having experienced it now, there’s no denying that it is. There’s something about the possessiveness of his touch and the feel of being at his mercy. It only heightens the sensations wreaking havoc throughout my body.

His gaze stays pinned to mine, searching it as I sit astride his lap. I have no idea what he sees within my eyes.

The truth?

My tongue peeks out to dampen my lips as I rack my brain for something to say.

He beats me to the punch.

“You should probably go.”

There’s a gruffness to his voice that wasn’t there before. Whatever openness had been in his expression has vanished. For a second or two, I consider pleading my case but decide against it.


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