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Silly Elias. He still wasn’t getting it. I only surrendered to him because I wanted to. Because I needed him. Why would I want to do anything with Jordan now that I had him? He didn’t have to threaten or act all alpha on my behalf… but if it made him feel better, I supposed I wouldn’t stop him.

“I’m yours,” I breathed. “And you’re mine.” I went to grip the hand around my neck, this next bit harder to say because he started to fuck me with increased urgency. “Every part of you is mine. No more Dana. Got it?”

“Why would I want Dana,” Elias whispered, moaning into my ear, “when I could have you?”

That statement, coupled with the cock inside me, sent me tumbling over the edge of bliss. Pleasure exploded inside of me, the orgasm knocking the breath out of my lungs and making me cry out. My eyelids had to shut as my body tensed up.

Throughout the orgasm, Elias kept fucking me, and I think that helped make the orgasm last and last and last. God, I was riding cloud nine. Every time that cock found its way deep inside me, I moaned and writhed, the pleasure still lingering in my veins.

“You’re so sexy when you come on my cock,” Elias told me, notes of approval in his voice.

Oh, God, yes. Maybe it was his voice that helped get me off, because I swore, every word he said made me feel like I could come again.

Elias’s thrusts grew swifter, his pace becoming uneven. The hand around my neck tightened mere moments before he lurched forward, pushing his cock as deep into my cunt as he could. He groaned out a loud, husky sound, and I let my eyelids flutter shut, imagining his cum shooting into me, filling me up in a way his cock never could, marking me forever.

“I could fuck you all night,” he whispered once he was in control of himself, his nose leaning against mine. I was about to tell him he could, that we weren’t in any hurry to get back home, but that was when he withdrew his cock from me and brought his free hand to my apex. His fingers dipped inside me, just for the quickest of seconds, and then he brought those fingers to my lips.

I couldn’t see them, but I knew they were coated in his cum. I also knew exactly what he wanted me to do, so I did just that: I parted my lips, never breaking eye contact with him as I took those fingers into my mouth and started to lick them clean.

Elias pulled his two fingers out of my mouth once they were clean, and then he jerked my shirt up—his shirt, really—over my tits, exposing them to him. My nipples were hardened little pebbles, a sign of just how turned on I was.

Well, plus it was a little nippy out, but mainly the turned on part.

He brought his mouth down without hesitation, sucking in a nipple between his teeth. He sucked hard, using his tongue every so often, grazing that nipple with his teeth. I arched my back, letting out a breathy moan. The hand that had dipped low before dropped once again to my pussy, but this time he didn’t scoop any cum out. This time, he started to fuck me with those fingers while he sucked on my tit.

Elias knew how to unravel me. It really wasn’t fair. I became a slave to the new instincts in my body, chasing the high of another orgasm. I didn’t care how exposed we were, whether anyone would stumble across us or not. The only thing I cared about was how amazing Elias was making me feel.

My hips began to rock, and his finger-fucking slowed. I whimpered, not wanting him to stop. Elias pulled his mouth off my nipple to growl out, “Such a desperate little slut for me. It’s like you can’t control yourself. Fuck yourself on my fingers, Sloane. Come for me again like the good little slut you are.”

In any other circumstance, those words probably would’ve pissed me off, but here and now… let’s just say I was too far gone. Elias could’ve said anything to me, and I would’ve nodded and begged. I would’ve pleaded for more—which was exactly what my lower half was doing against his hand.

He didn’t lower his mouth back to a nipple. He hovered over me, watching me chase another orgasm using his fingers. He wanted me to be his little whore. I could see it in his eyes. Talk nasty to me, talk dirty to me, all while getting off at the same time.

I let out a high-pitched sigh when I felt myself inching closer. And then it hit me, another orgasm. It hit me like a brick wall, shattering me in every way. I cried out, my body heaving with tingly heat and explosive pleasure, and it was only after that that Elias pulled out his fingers from my pussy and brought them to his own mouth.

He breathed in through his nose, smelling my scent on him. “Fuck, Sloane. You come for me so good.”

As if I had something to prove to him, I grabbed his hand and brought it to me, once again sucking them clean. He watched me with hunger laced in those pitch-black eyes, and I knew he wanted to fuck me again.

His fingers left my mouth with a pop, and I tapped at the wrist still attached to my neck, getting him to loosen it and let me go. He took a step back, his cock still exposed—and still rock hard. I slipped off the hood of the car, getting to my feet, but I didn’t stay that way. A second later, I’d dropped to my knees.

Elias said not a word as he came closer, though he had to spread his feet a bit to help get his cock at the right level for me. I didn’t hesitate; I grabbed the base of his cock and gave it one good pump, watching it twitch in my hand. Elias moaned, throwing his head back as he waited for me to take him into my mouth.

His cock was sticky from our fucking, but I didn’t care. I opened my mouth and took him inside, and this time, I knew what to expect, vaguely knew what to do. I wouldn’t say I had my gagging reflex under control, but I liked to think I handled his cock a lot better that time than I had the first.

My head bobbed along his cock slowly. I kept my jaw as wide open as I could, avoiding my teeth as I sucked. Every so often I let my tongue swirl around his tip before resuming my pace. Elias moaned every few moments, telling me I was doing just fine.

A part of me wanted to make him cum like that, but I knew Elias would want to take the reins soon enough. He wasn’t someone that could sit back and let me handle things. No, he was a guy who had to be on top, always. Had to be in control, all dominant and rough, which I was fine with.

As if to prove my point, a minute later, Elias’s hand found the back of my head, fingers weaving through my hair. He tugged on my hair not so gently, and then his hips began to move, pumping that cock in and out of my mouth like it was my pussy. He set the pace as he fucked my mouth. He chased another orgasm in my body, much like I’d done with his fingers mere minutes before.

Elias was the only person in the world I’d let use me like this. I was his, after all, just like he was mine. We were made for each other. Whether or not he saw that now was up for debate, but soon enough I’d make him see how darkly beautiful the rot could be.

He let out a loud, earth-shattering groan seconds before he erupted in my mouth. Hot shots of cum filled my mouth. This time, I got a better taste of him, and I savored each and every drop he gave me as he emptied himself.

He staggered back, breathing hard, his chest bare against the headlights of his car. He bent down to grab his pants and stuff his cock away. I stood, well aware he couldn’t take his eyes off me, and pulled his shirt up and over my head, giving it back to him. He was measured in putting it on while I went around to the passenger side and pulled out my clothes. Piece by piece I put my clothing back on, even my boots.

Eventually, we were ready to go home, and the only thing that stopped Elias from immediately coming over into my room was the fact that his mother had a light on in her room, meaning she might still be awake in there.

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