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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Thank God I’m not drinking coffee, because I’d be choking on it. “Jesus, Alana.”

“Sorry. I don’t take compliments well.” Her eyes squeeze shut. “I had to find a way to deflect the attention.”

All I can think is, thank fuck I found this girl before another man got their hands on her. She’s the most extraordinary female in all creation and I’ll die before someone takes her away from me. “Last night. I decided last night.”

A groove appears between her light brows. “I don’t understand.”

Closing the distance between us, I set down my coffee on the island she’s leaning against, taking her mug out of her hand and leaving it beside mine. The color spots in her cheeks deepen as I frame her in with my arms. “I thought the physical aspects of what we do in the dark would be the part that satisfied me. And fuck, Alana, you know it does. But if I didn’t meet you, specifically, I wouldn’t have realized it’s more than that. Making Alana coffee, bandaging her scrapes, carrying her to bed.” I bring our hips flush so she can feel the severity of my erection, bringing my mouth to her ear. “Those things are what make me your Daddy.”

She’s staring at my mouth. “I see,” she says unevenly.

I flatten her more securely against the island. “Do you get satisfaction from me, as well, Alana?”

“Oh yes.” Her swallow us audible, her small hands coming up to rest on my shoulders. “I can take care of myself, but…I love knowing you’ll take over.” She looks up at me through her eyelashes. “You make me feel important.”

“Then I need to do better.” I reach beneath her dress and take an ass cheek in each hand, lifting and settling her pussy on top of my hard-on, savoring her helpless whimper, the way her thighs jerk up and circle my hips. “You’re more than important to me, princess. You’re essential.” Pulse crackling in my ears, I bare my teeth and press them to the side of her neck, feeling the wild flutter in her vein. “You’ve obsessed me for life. Life, do you understand?”

“Gavin,” she whines, rubbing her tits on my chest. “Bring me to bed.”

I study Alana, searching her eyes for that uncompromising devotion and trust we discovered in the brothel. The hope for us she had the first day of the semester in my office. But we’re not completely there yet. Oh, it’s clear she lusts for my cock, and god willing, her feelings for me run half as deep as mine for her, but I’m not allowing myself to sink inside of her, not a single inch, until she gives me everything.

“Not to bed, princess. I’ll never keep my cock out of you there.”

“Good!”

My laughter is pained. “Not until you’re back to trusting me,” I say, adamant. “But don’t worry. I’ll never leave you unsatisfied.” I flex my hands on her naked ass, kneading her taut cheeks, grinding her into my lap. “Work yourself on Daddy’s dick, little girl,” I pant, ordering myself not to come, no matter how hot her young cunt feels rubbing up and down on my denim-covered shaft. “Let me feel it. Soak me.”

I can’t help myself, I have to get a look at her tits. I use my teeth to yank down the neckline of the black dress, groaning like an animal when her perky breasts spring free, rosy and puckered in the center. Delicious. Ogling them like a lecher, I begin bouncing her up and down, just so I can watch them jiggle around—and Alana loves it.

“Bounce me, Daddy,” she giggles. “Higher. Faster.”

With a hoarse shout, I pin her hips to the island roughly, my control thinning to the point of almost snapping. “Are you trying to kill me?”

Her expression is a mixture of desire and guilt. “I just want you inside of me so bad.”

“So you’re testing my willpower?”

She puts out her bottom lip. “Sorry.” A full minute passes and I still don’t trust myself to continue. If she lets loose another one of those sweet giggles, I’m going to bang her doggy style on the kitchen floor. “I’ve decided something, Gavin,” she says, wiggling on my lap to get free and putting a few feet between us. Though she’s pink from exertion and arousal, she fixes her dress and lifts her chin. “If you’re going to be unsatisfied, then so am I.”

“No, Alana,” I rasp. “I can’t have that.”

She turns in a circle, her shoulders set in a determined square. “Are there any more of your photographs in the house? I want to see more.”

I brace my hands on the island so I won’t reach for her, because she’s played the one card that could get me to break. Denying her own pleasure. “In my office,” I manage, deciding I need a minute to gather my missing control. “First door on the right in the back hallway.”



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