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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And then suddenly, like a switch being flicked, reason kicks in.

What the fuck am I doing?

What happened before was an accident. A fucking incredible, insanely hot accident. But accidents are unavoidable. This time, I can choose to not make the horrible choice of laying hands on my godamn student.

…Even if she’s completely irresistible, and even if I’ve been lusting over her, and wanting her, and obsessing over her for far longer than I should have.

“Kempton, wait.”

I growl as I start to pull away, but she moans, yanking me back by the shirt collar and tightening her legs around me.

“No,” she whimpers, tugging me back onto her. Her lips find mine, and I lose control again as she starts to kiss me. Before suddenly, I yank myself away again.

“No, stop, Kempton!” I hiss as I back away from her, sliding out from the embrace of her legs in the tempting as fuck knee-high white socks.

“Beckett,” I growl.

She bites her lip.

“I’m not doing this to him, Kempton. He’s into you, you know.”

She blushes.

“I—yeah.”

“Why did you sleep with him last night,” I growl quietly.

Her brow caves. “Porter—”

I shake my head. “I’m not accusing you or anything, Kempton. You’re not ‘mine,’ I’m just curious.”

She looks down, her face blushing.

“You like him too.”

Slowly, she nods.

“So what are you doing here? Why the hell are you here with m—”

“Because I like you too!”

She blurts the words out before gasping, her mouth snapping shut as she looks down.

Fuck.

A million thoughts swirl through my head. Wanting her. The fact that hearing that she “likes me” sends my heart reeling. But then there are other thoughts, thoughts like loyally. Or love for Beckett, who likes this girl. And I can tell he really does. And it doesn’t fucking matter that I do too, because in this situation, what I want or who I want comes second. It has to, because of the circumstances. This isn’t just two friends out in the world falling for the same girl. In this situation, with them being students and me being a teacher, Beckett and Kempton can work. Me and her would never work, and I damn well know that.

But then, I look up, and when my eyes lock onto hers, my convictions start to unravel. Because there she is, looking so fucking beautiful, sitting there on my desk in her schoolgirl outfit looking like temptation incarnate.

Wanting me. Asking me to take her. Telling me she likes me. And God help me, I want her. Not just to fuck her, or to taste her, or to claim her, or anything purely physical. I want her. All of her. And second by second, my defenses are crumbling.

“Kempton—”

“Porter,” she says quietly, slipping of the edge of the desk and taking a step towards me.

I swallow. “You need to leave.”

But her eyes look up into mine, and my gaze just locks onto hers as she swallows.

“Do you really want me to?” she whispers.

No.

But I don’t say a thing, and slowly, I watch the shadow cross her face as she scowls.

“Fine.”

She turns and saunters for the door, her ass swaying in that skirt and my desire to punch myself in the face for letting her walk away only growing. But when she gets to the door, she pauses and glances back at me. And when I see that glint of fire in her eyes, my cock lurches.

Kempton looks at me coyly over her shoulder, her bottom lip caught between her teeth. And slowly, as my pulse roars, I watch as she reaches back and lifts the back of her skirt up, flashing me a little glimpse of a tiny, pure white thong pulled tight between the globes of her sweet little ass. She looks at me with heat in those big blue eyes, with that red hair tumbling over her shoulders. And when her little pink tongue darts out to wet her pouty lips, it’s the last I can take.

And I break.

I growl like a beast as I storm across the room to her. Kempton gasps, moaning as I slam her against the door, and when I reach around her, cup her jaw, and twist her face around to kiss her, our lips go searing together roughly.

Our tongues swirl, and I’m swallowing her moans of pleasure as I reach down and yank that skirt back up. My hands slide down her tight little ass, gripping her cheeks as she whimpers. I give her a little spank, making her squeal into my kiss. My fingers hook into her panties, pulling them to the side, and when I let one fingertip drag over her smooth, bare, slick little cunt, Kempton moans eagerly for me.

And I’m just getting started.

I drop to my knees in one motion, and I don’t waste one more second before I hook her panties to the side, move in, and let my tongue drag slowly and wetly over her eager pussy. She cries out, whimpering and pushing back against me as I press my mouth tight to her. My tongue delves between her lips, sliding up and down over her opening before I curl it around her throbbing clit.


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