His Prize Pupil Quotes

“Saying I miss you would be inadequate. Every second without you is poison.”
― Jessa Kane, His Prize Pupil

“I know what makes you a little girl. That wet, horny pussy of yours. It knows it only belongs to one man. It waits so innocently for him to pound it like sweet fuckmeat, doesn’t it?”
― Jessa Kane, His Prize Pupil

“Squeeze your thighs together, Alana,” Gavin bites out, subtly massaging his arousal with the heel of his hand. “You’ve made me jealous. Now you’re going to come right here on this fucking bench. Right here in front of everyone.”
― Jessa Kane, His Prize Pupil

“Is it the way I held you down and crammed myself into your tight girlish cunt…and the excitement of pleasing Daddy eclipsed the discomfort so thoroughly you barely even felt the pain?”
― Jessa Kane, His Prize Pupil

“Those boys want to fuck my princess.” My princess.”
― Jessa Kane, His Prize Pupil

“It’s the sharpest intake of breath that causes me to glance up. I know that sound. As slight as it is in the giant room, it sinks claws into my gut and twists. It’s the sound Alana made when I popped her cherry. My cock is already stiffening at the memory, at the potential of her being near, when I look up and find her staring back at me. My little girl is sitting in the front row. Of my fucking lecture hall.”
― Jessa Kane, His Prize Pupil

“It’s the sharpest intake of breath that causes me to glance up. I know that sound. As slight as it is in the giant room, it sinks claws into my gut and twists. It’s the sound Alana made when I popped her cherry. My cock is already stiffening at the memory, at the potential of her being near, when I look up and find her staring back at me. My little girl is sitting in the front row. Of my fucking lecture”
― Jessa Kane, His Prize Pupil

“I’m here now, princess. You can let go. Milk my big cock with your first orgasm.” He quickens the strum of his thumb on my clit, his full-to-bursting manhood stroking into me deeply, so deeply, I can’t think, only feel. “You can do it, little girl. You can do this for Daddy and make me so proud.”
― Jessa Kane, His Prize Pupil

“Daddy.” Shyness packed into my movements, I shift on the bed and try to close my thighs, knowing I won’t be able to. “I-I’m not wearing any panties.”
― Jessa Kane, His Prize Pupil

“God help me, I’ll never be able to pull out of that pretty little thing,” he groans, coming toward me a few steps. “Look how precious it is. It’ll overflow with my first spurt.”
― Jessa Kane, His Prize Pupil

“Please don’t go…Daddy.” She unhooks her emerald green bra and lets it fall on top of the robe, showing off the roundest, bounciest little pair of tits I’ve ever seen in my life. “I’ll be a good girl, I promise.”
― Jessa Kane, His Prize Pupil

“A father is an accountant in a sweater vest who yawns through your dance recitals. A Daddy pulls your hair, fucks you on your hands and knees, then buys you a pretty necklace. There’s a difference. You’re allowed to enjoy it.” She gives me an approving once-over. “And he certainly will.”
― Jessa Kane, His Prize Pupil