Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 94874 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94874 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Even though I’m unsure how he’ll respond, there’s no choice but to tell him the truth. “Yes.”
“Good.” As if satisfied with the response, he caresses the top of my slit with the fullness of his lips. “Now your cherry belongs to me.” Using his thumbs, he parts the plump flesh, exposing the hidden part of me that throbs with need.
“All this sweetness is mine.” Our gazes fasten as he licks at my clit. “You know why?”
Sensation ricochets through me, making it impossible to concentrate on his words, and I cry out.
“Because I’m your king.” Another lap of his velvety softness leaves me twisting beneath him. “Do you understand?”
“Yes!” My eyes nearly cross when he strokes over me with the flat of his tongue.
Oh.
My.
God.
The hot rush of pleasure that washes over me is like nothing I’ve experienced before. It’s more explosive. The sensation buzzes under my skin, almost as if it’s trying to claw a way out. It makes all the tentative petting I’ve done under the covers, alone in my bed, seem ridiculously innocent.
A knock on the bedroom door has my eyes popping wide. I stiffen as Kingsley’s gaze glitters with wickedness. Instead of hesitating, his tongue swirls with renewed intensity around my clit and I have to stifle the desperate moan attempting to break free.
“Summer?” There’s a pause. “Are you all right?”
Austin.
My gaze stays pinned to the dark head between my spread thighs. He won’t stop tormenting my aching flesh. If anything, his attention has become more focused, more persistent with the need to drive me over the edge. It’s like he wants to be caught. When I struggle, attempting to dislodge him, his hands tighten around my thighs, dragging them further apart. His tongue never stops circling, dancing over the delicate flesh.
Oh God!
I can’t.
If he keeps this up much longer, I’ll end up coming and my brother will burst through the unlocked door. And that, I can’t allow to happen. It’s that knowledge that keeps me from splintering apart into a million jagged pieces. But that doesn’t mean the intensity isn’t building inside me, gathering energy like a ferocious storm. Any moment the heavens will open and dump buckets of rain.
“Summer?” Austin’s voice grows sharp. Less groggy, more insistent.
I clear my throat and squeeze my eyes tightly shut. I can’t watch Kingsley lap at my clit while holding a coherent conversation with my brother. “Sorry for waking you. It was just a bad dream.”
“Oh.” Another pause. “Anything you want to talk about?”
No!
“Nope, just gonna go back to sleep.” It’s difficult to keep the heavy tension from bleeding into my voice.
“Okay. See you in the morning.”
Yes! Morning!
As soon as the footsteps fade down the hall, Kingsley sucks the tiny bundle of nerves between his lips and I nearly come off the bed. A scream builds in my chest as I fall onto my back and grab a pillow, yanking it over my face so that no one will hear me as I’m hit with the most powerful orgasm of my life.
Chapter Twenty-Four
When my alarm goes off the next morning, I stretch against the sheets as a surprising amount of satisfaction reverberates throughout every muscle of my body and a smile curves my lips. For the first time since moving to Hawthorne, I feel strangely contented.
My eyelids flutter open, and a sigh escapes.
A handsome face materializes in my thoughts.
My eyes pop wide as I jack knife straight up in the bed.
Kingsley!
My lungs empty as memories from last night crash over me like a tsunami.
No!
Someone tell me he didn’t sneak into my room last night and play with my body until I screamed out an orgasm so intense that I nearly passed out.
I can’t.
It happened.
Oh God, the horror. A tortured moan escapes as I collapse against the pillows. Grabbing one, I drag it over my face before letting loose a long scream. The muffled sound echoes in my head.
Just like it did last night.
I cringe with embarrassment. How am I supposed to face him at school after I let him lick me in the most intimate way possible?
Heat scorches my cheeks, making them feel like they’re on fire. I can only imagine that I’ll find him loitering near my locker with a smug expression. One dirty word from him and I’ll burst into flame.
Everything he said filters through my head.
Now your cherry belongs to me.
All your sweetness is mine.
I’m your king.
Gahhhh!
Know what the worst part is?
I agreed!
Oh God, I agreed with all of it.
Afterward, while I lay sprawled and dazed, he had pressed one last kiss against my soaked flesh before his mouth drifted over my body and claimed my own. His last parting shot had been—remember to wear your shirt tomorrow. I want everyone to know who owns every inch of you.
I scream into the pillow again. If only it were possible to smother myself. The humiliation of falling apart under his touch is almost too much to withstand.