His Prize Pupil Read online Jessa Kane

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23771 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
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I’m not sure what I said to make it happen, except make that embarrassing admission, but a change seems to come over Gavin. His demeanor hardens, reminding me of the time I got sent to the principal’s office my sophomore year of high school and sensed a kind of excitement from the man on the other side of the desk. Like he took some kind of pleasure in issuing me detention, having me at his mercy. Gavin is in control here, too. But unlike that day in the principal’s office, I’m excited as well. Because Gavin’s lust is cut with adoration. For me. There might be a mean set to his jaw, but his worshipful eyes inspire trust.

“Last chance to leave,” he says gruffly, leaving his oversized shaft pressed to the front of his briefs while he strips off his shirt. The move messes up his dark hair and ohmygod he is stupid gorgeous. He’s not like the muscle-bound gym guys I see on Instagram. Not at all. His muscles are long, lean and defined, like a swimmer or a rower. His stomach is deliciously ridged and tight as a drum. There’s a forest of dark hair on his chest and a trail leading down past his belly button, promising to turn even thicker inside his briefs. “Alana,” he prompts me, placing a knee on the edge of the bed, a hand on my jaw. “If you stay, you’re my little girl from here on out. I don’t think I can fuck you any other way. Not when you’re my fantasy come to life.”

A buzzing current races in my belly. “I don’t want to leave,” I whisper. With my fate sealed, I scoot back farther onto the bed, a naked feast for his eyes. That’s what he turns me into as he follows, prowling toward me on the bed, those strong shoulders flexing in the dim light, his eyes hot as they scour my body.

“Lay down,” he instructs me roughly, dropping his head to plant a kiss on my belly button, then higher between my breasts. By the time he reaches my throat, licking, settling his lips on top of mine, I’m panting. I’ve followed his directions without even realizing it, too, my back flat on the mattress, pulsations fluttering in places they never have before. Between my legs, deep in my womb, my nipples. “You’re so beautiful,” he rasps against my lips, angling his body half on top of mine, rubbing his erection against my hip. “Do you feel that, Alana? You made it need to go inside of you. We don’t have a choice.”

Pressure gathers at the juncture of my thighs and I dig my toes into the bed, trying to combat the twisting, achy feeling that keeps increasing. “Is it going to hurt?”

“Yes.” He skims a fingertip over the peaks of my breasts, making me whimper. “But your Daddy is going to hold you through the pain.”

I don’t have a chance to react or respond before Gavin’s lips part over mine, sipping at me with a slanted kiss. His chest shudders and my mouth parts in response, as if my body has already attuned to his needs. Learned to anticipate them. The heavy bulge at my hip grows thicker when our tongues touch and slither together. Our groans unite and turn into shallow breaths, but we don’t try to keep pace with those breaths. Gavin’s kiss is not fast or desperate, it’s almost nurturing. My mind tries to make sense of why I like his almost parental tutelage of my mouth, but my body is way ahead of me, muscles squeezing and releasing, more and more heat pooling between my thighs.

Gavin’s fingertips are still dragging over my nipples and the answering pull in my lower body becomes so insistent, I have to break the kiss, sucking in drags of air.

“Do you like me playing with your tits, Alana?”

Biting my lip, I examine the pleasure/pain and answer honestly. “I-I think so.”

Watchful heat flares in his eyes and I’m beginning to understand more about Gavin’s fantasy. Estelle had it all wrong. He doesn’t want to take me on hands and knees. Or pull my hair. Not tonight, anyway. He wants to introduce me to sex. It’s an X-rated version of having The Talk about birds and bees. That’s what he needs and by some twist of fate, I actually require The Talk. My parents never gave it to me and I’ve kind of lied to Ripley, claiming I know all about sex. Truth is, though, I haven’t even bothered to Google it since I’ve always found the opposite sex so boring.

“You think so?”

I bite my lip and nod.

His palm closes around my left breast, molding it gently. “Do you like when I kiss you?”

“Yes,” I breathe.

Gavin nods, his mouth curving slightly. He surveys my body as if it’s a puzzle he’s trying to solve. “I think I need to kiss your tits to be sure you like me playing with them.”


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