Page 314 of Filthy Elites

I reach up to caress his face.

He tugs his T-shirt off and tosses it on the ground.

Then, he slides his hands up under my shirt and tugs the fabric up until it’s off me.

I sigh at his utter disobedience as he tosses my shirt on the ground with his. I’m still in my bra and jeans, but when he starts to unbutton them, I grab his hands to try and stop him.

“Dare, we can’t do this here,” I whisper.

He doesn’t like being told no.

Or maybe he does.

Whether he does or he doesn’t, he grabs my wrists, pinning them above me on the couch, and leans in to murmur roughly, “I can do whatever I want to you, mermaid.WhereverI want to do it.”

My heart pounds. I surely didn’t agree to that.

I look up at him, his beautiful face shadowed in the dark room. “Please, let’s just go to my room.” When my words don’t move him and I feel him reaching around my back with his free hand to unclasp my bra, I kiss his neck. “Dare, please.”

My pussy throbs. I don’t know if it’s begging him or the helplessness I feel being pinned down while he completely fucking ignores my pleas to stop. Maybe it’s just because it’s him. Maybe he’s being an ass, but he smells and tastes and feels like the same person who made love to me last night because he is.

The material goes slack. He drags it off me and tosses it, his hand covering my breast immediately. “I fucking love your tits,” he rumbles, turning my tummy upside down and making it flutter at the same time. He dips his head and takes one in his mouth.

I want to stop him, but it feels so good. I gasp, pulling at my wrists overhead to try to free them, but his grip tightens.

“Dare, please…”

In response, he sucks my nipple into his mouth. I squirm, pulling at my pinned wrists and stealing a glance at the hallway. I’m trying to be as quiet as I can, but I’m still worried Mom will hear us.

He bites down and I cry out. He claps a hand over my mouth, holding it there while he sucks and bites on my breasts. I try to fight him, and he gets more aggressive, shoving me deeper into the couch cushions.

When he pulls up from assaulting my breasts and gazes at me, there’s a wildness in his eyes, like last night when he gripped my throat while he was fucking me.

It’s like he’s teetering on the brink of losing control.

Fear shoots through my body and maybe makes an appearance in my eyes because something shifts in his demeanor. He eases up on my wrists and moves his hand off my mouth.

I suck in a shuddering breath, looking up at him with uncertainty in my gaze.

He lets go of my wrists, and reaches for the button on my jeans. This time, I don’t try to stop him. I’m too afraid of what will happen if I do.

I hear the zipper slide past the metallic teeth, feel the material around my hips go slack. I look away as he grabs the belt loops and tugs my jeans down and off, leaving me in just my panties.

I wore sexy ones tonight in anticipation of things maybe going this way, though I imagined we’d be in my room and I’d be more on board than I am currently. They’re black with a bit of delicate lace detail.

Dare’s hand slides over the crotch until he’s cupping my pussy in his palm.

I close my eyes as he rubs me, teasing my slit through the fabric. My pussy pulses with need, but I still don’t want this to happen here.

Dare drops down between my thighs. I feel him down there and open my eyes only a moment before he grabs my spread thighs and lowers his mouth to my pussy.

I’m still wearing underwear, but he kisses me through the fabric and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced. I feel myself getting wetter as he kisses my pussy through the fabric like he’s kissing my mouth—hungrily.

The will and decency melt out of me. I’m desperate for his touch, no matter where we are. When he slides my panties off and uses his thumbs to spread me open, I can barely stifle my own cry of pleasure. I wish I had his hand over my mouth again as his tongue darts inside me, licking my tender flesh.

I grab his hair, tugging him closer. He puts his hands under my ass and raises me off the couch, steadying me as he fucks me with his tongue. I move my hips in time with his lapping, riding his face and chasing the pleasure he offers. I’ve never been kissed so intimately before, but it’s fucking incredible.

My thighs shake beneath his fingers as he moves his tender assault to my clit, strumming that magical bundle of nerves until I’m bucking against his mouth, writhing and clawing at the couch cushions.

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