Page 130 of Filthy Elites

Haley’s chest is flushed a deep pink and her eyes are hooded when she looks down at me. Lips swollen from my earlier kiss. There’s just something about a well-pleasured woman that gets to the core of a man. The sight of it makes him want to both die and kill for her. I’m willing to do both, I realize. She’s fuckingitfor me.

Tonight has to be the end. I won’t accept any other outcome. After tonight, she’ll be safe and it’ll all be over and we can make room for what’s really important—binding her to me wholly and completely until there’s nowhere left for her to run.

“Viks,” Haley calls my name, her nails moving down from my head to the back of my neck as she leans forward and brushes her pretty tits against my chest. Fuck, I need my shirt off. I push her back slightly, hating the small bit of hurt in her gaze until she realizes why when I rip my own shirt up and off, dropping it alongside her dress and gun.

I reach down, withdrawing a small pocket knife that I flick out and use to cut out the thin sides of her thong. I pull her panties away and carefully tuck them into my back pocket.

“Now, you’re perfect,” I tell her with a grin.

She arches a brow as she settles back down in my lap. “I’m naked,” she points out.

“I know,” I say. My grin grows into a full-blown smile. I can’t help it. I’ve never smiled as much as I do with her. It’s insane—this new sense of happiness I’ve never fucking felt before.

My cock stands at attention, rock hard and fucking pulsing with the need to be inside of her. If it weren’t for the fact that we barely have an hour, I’d fuck her ass again, but we don’t have the time for that. I have my wallet flipped open on the seat and the condom I placed there earlier out in a split second. Putting the foil package between my teeth, I rip it open.

“Here, let me.” Haley takes the condom from me and I have to grit my teeth, biting down on the inside of my cheek as her small hands grasp my cock once more and she holds it up and steadily rolls it down my shaft until I’m covered. Only then does she arch herself up and over me, placing the head of my dick at her dripping entrance. As my hips roll against her, the gun at the small of my back digs into my spine. I curse and reach back, yanking it out of the sagging waistband of my pants and shove it to the side—along with her clothes and her own gun.

She’s panting. Sweating. Eyes flashing up to me and back again as she pushes the head just inside her. It’s fucking killing me to not take over and let her do this all on her own. After a few more seconds, my control finally slips.

Pushing her hands away, I grasp her hips, drag her forward and thrust completely into the heaven of her soaking wet pussy. Haley’s nails score the sides of my forearms and her quick gasp of shock reaches my ears.

“I can’t be gentle,” I warn her a moment before I lift her and repeat the movement. I fuck into her over and over again, feeling her muscles squeeze down over me as her hard nipples brush through the hairs on my chest. Her breasts against my chest is just as delicious as having her warm insides clamping down tightly over my cock.

“Oh fuck!” Haley cries out, gripping onto me as I feel the quivering of her orgasm begin to reach her. She’s so fucking beautiful when she comes on my cock. I reach down and press my thumb against the needy little bud between her legs.

Her eyes fly open and she shakes her head back and forth. “No, stop,” she begs. “It’s too much.”

I don’t stop. Instead, I pinch her pulsating clit and watch as she falls apart all over me, all around me. Whether she’s embarrassed or not by the possibility of Andrei hearing us, she takes her orgasm like a fucking queen—with her head thrown back, her hair flying around her face, breasts in my face, pussy tightening in waves.

When she finally comes down, I release her and she slumps against my chest, but I’m far from done. Oh no. I haven’t gotten mine.

Turning, I pull out of her and flip her over with her hands pressed into the seat above where our clothes are. The car jars the two of us slightly as we hit a bump and then slow—at a light, I assume. I don’t care. Her ass is round and right there in my face. So fucking perfect. I spread her cheeks, line my cock up with her pussy, and thrust inside just as the car starts forward again.

“Ugh.” Haley’s hand slaps the window above her head. “Viks…”

“Shhhh,” I hush her. “It’s alright, baby. You’ll like this.” I know she will because whatever Haley believes about herself, when she finally gives in to what she wants, she’s a fucking sexual goddess.

“You’re gonna come again, Haley girl,” I tell her as I thrust into her hard enough to move her up the seat until the front of her is pressed to the door and window. There’s a clack as the gun slips off the seat and hits the floorboards. Thank fuck for the safety. Haley gasps and turns her head to the side.

“You said once!” she whines.

I grin, wicked need spearing into my soul. “Yeah?” I fuck her pussy, feeling her cream at the base of my cock and all over my lap with each inward stroke. I lean forward, pressing completely into her core, and turn my head, kissing the side of her face as I speak. “I fucking lied.”

She screams out as her tits smash into the cold window and in an effort to help my girl out, I reach up, and lock one hand around her shoulder and then another on her waist. Using my grip, I fuck her like there’s no tomorrow. Pulling out and then dragging her back into my lap with each fucking thrust. Soft moans erupt from her throat. Little whines. She’s fucking soaking me, her juicy pussy making my skin slide against hers as I fuck into her. My naughty girl.

“Viks! Please!” I know she’s ready at that cry. It’s so loud, she doesn’t even seem to care if Andrei hears her. It’s a plea full of desperation.

Gritting my teeth, I reach around and pinch her clit just as the flutterings of her orgasm clamp down on my cock and that’s it. I’m fucking gone.

I release her as she continues to come apart under my hands—the muscles and nerves beneath her flesh jumping and flexing as her pussy contracts—and rip myself from the warmth of her depths. The condom flies off a second later and I palm my cock, squeezing and stroking as my own release erupts from me, splattering across the globes of her ass in long jets of white. I keep doing this because it does something for me—marking her. Like some sick, primal urge to ensure any male who approaches her knows she’s taken. Even if they won’t see it after she’s all cleaned up, I know the instinct inside of me will see it there.

Once it’s over, I half collapse, barely catching myself with one hand on the back of the seat to keep from falling on top of her. Our breaths are hot and heavy in the silence that follows the absolute fucking insanity of that orgasm.

Haley turns her head, her soft brown hair sliding over one shoulder as she glares back at me. Her gaze goes down to where she’s painted in my fucking cum, her legs still trembling beneath her ass as she sucks in breath after breath of air. I can tell she’s struggling to breathe just like I am.

Despite all of that, her lips part and she arches a brow. “Really?” she asks. “You just had to make me dirty before we get to the club?”

I bark out a harsh laugh and scrub a hand down my face. “Baby,” I say, panting, “I’m a dirty man, you knew that before you fell for me.”

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