Brat Read online Madison Faye (Winchester Academy #2)

Categories Genre: Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Winchester Academy Series by Madison Faye
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Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 45972 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
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“The ones I tore off? The ones that were fucking soaked for me?”

I blush, whimpering as he glides his head over my clit.

“You think just because you managed to get me here in your Jeep that you deserve to have a little taste?” I coo, teasing him. And when I watch that fire blaze up in his eyes as his jaw clenches tightly, I shiver at the thrill it sends burning through my core.

“You’re gonna play this like that, huh?” he growls.

“Like what?” I throw back innocently.

“Kempton.”

My name drips sensually from his perfect lips, and I gasp quietly as I feel his big hands tighten on my hips.

“If you’re gonna act like a little brat, then I’m going to fuck you like a little brat.”

“And yet here you are just talking up a big ga—”

Beckett thrusts his hips up as he yanks me down, and suddenly, his big, throbbing cock slides deep inside of me. I cry out in pure, agonizing pleasure as every fucking inch of him thrusts to the hilt inside of me, and when he grinds against my clit as he rocks deep inside of me, suddenly, I’m coming.

Just like that, with one freaking thrust, I’m coming all over Beckett’s cock.

I cry out, throwing my arms around his neck and dropping my head back as my pussy clenches and ripples up and down the length of him. He hisses, his cock throbbing hard inside of me as he drops his mouth to my neck—biting and sucking his way down to my nipples. His big hands slide to my ass, gripping me tight as he eases me up, inch-by-glorious-thick-inch until just his head is inside. He pulls me back into him, thrusting deep again, and I moan eagerly as my mouth crushes to his.

And then, we’re off.

It’s like everything we’ve always held back from each other just comes exploding out of us. We move like we’re on a timer, like this is a race to a cliff’s edge and there’s no going back. I bounce in his lap, riding up and down every inch of his big dick as he thrusts deep into me. He snarls into my neck, biting and sucking the tender skin there as his fingers dig into the skin of my ass.

I come again, moaning his name as he drives into me again and again. Clinging to him, I lose myself in the pleasure of it all. His muscles ripple, his body grinds against mine, and I kiss him with everything I have as we barrel towards the inevitable.

“Ride that thick cock, baby,” he grunts, slamming me down on his cock. One hand slides up into my long red tangles, grabbing a fist-full and tugging my head back as I squeal in pleasure. His mouth sucks down my neck, down to my breasts to tease my nipples as he pounds me hard and deep, and it’s everything I want.

I can feel the fire building and building inside of me, the pressure mounting and the edge rapidly approaching, and when I feel him start to groan and thrust into me harder, and when his hands tighten on my hip and in my hair, I know we’re both about to fall.

“Beckett—!”

“I wanna feel you come for me, Kempton. I want to feel this perfect little pussy come for my cock. Make a mess of my cock, baby. Gimme that cum, baby. Come for me, Kempton.”

His palm comes down with a spank on my ass, and it’s the final switch that sends me tumbling over the edge. I grind down hard on Beckett’s big cock, and when he drives in to the hilt and clutches me tight to him, suddenly, I’m lost. I cry out in pleasure, throwing my head back and clawing at his shoulders and his arms as I explode on his cock. I can feel my pussy clenching rippling on his shaft, and when he grunts and drives deep inside, suddenly, I can feel him too. I moan as blast after blast of Beckett’s hot, thick cum explodes into me, filling me to the brim with him as I cling to him, moaning in pleasure as we slow to a panting stuttering stop.

We sit there for a I don’t even know how long in silence, panting and gasping for air—bodies aching and muscles burning, and his hands never leaving me. I go to move, but his grip tightens, keeping me right there planted in his lap as he tugs my face to his and kisses me slowly. I moan, kissing him right back as my hands cup his face, my heart racing.

“That was…” I swallow, blushing as I pull away to look at him.

“That was a long time coming,” he growls, leaning in to kiss me softly.

Suddenly he frowns.

“Fuck, Kempton, you’re way past campus curfew you know.”


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