Page 315 of Filthy Elites

When my orgasm hits, it hits so hard I can’t stop myself crying out. I grab a pillow and pull it over my face to muffle the sound as I whine and cry, lifting off the couch as his mouth stays latched on my pussy.

I collapse, boneless. His tongue laps my pussy one more time, then he pulls out of me and rises up to look at me.

I’m sated and completely unable to move, dazed and happy and oh-so-sleepy from the orgasm.

Dare lies down on top of me, resting his face in the crook of my neck and kissing me.

My hand slides down between us. I can feel how hard he is and I want to help him out with it, but I can’t move a muscle.

I rub his cock and he groans into my neck. I smile sleepily and turn my head slightly so I can murmur in his ear, “Just let me get my bones working again and we can go to my room.”

Dare chuckles against my neck, but doesn’t seem to be in a rush. Which, honestly, is so great of him because I’m sure he’s not comfortable.

I’m going to make him come so hard as soon as we get to my room, I just need a little rest first.

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When my eyes open,it’s because I’m unconscious and being lifted, and my body doesn’t know what’s happening. My heart thuds dully in my chest, but I look and see Dare close, his arms braced beneath my body.

He’s carrying me.

I lock my arms around his neck. I’m unsure about being carried like this, but he’s so strong, it doesn’t seem to be a problem for him.

Once I realize he’s not going to drop me, I smile softly and rest my head on his broad shoulder.

“You fell asleep,” he tells me in case I’m not sure.

I’m so tired. We haven’t had sex yet. I need to stay awake. I lick my lips and try to hold my eyes open, but they’re so heavy.

Dare places me down gently on my bed. I rally enough to pull the bedding back so I can climb underneath. I’m completely naked, and his gaze rakes over my body as I do.

“Are you going to join me?” I ask, pulling back the covers and patting the mattress beside me.

He smiles, leaning in and kissing my forehead. “Not tonight.”

I pout at him and he kisses my pouty lips. He tangles his hand in my hair, kissing me more hungrily and making my heart pound. He must like when I pout.

“Fuck, you’re a tempting little thing,” he tells me, adjusting his cock as he straightens.

I smile, lowering the blanket and rubbing my boobs since I know how much he likes them. “You sure? There’s room for one more…”

His eyes flash dark. “Believe me, I wish I could,” he says.

I don’t know why he can’t, but I am exhausted.

I suppose if he doesn’t mind not getting any satisfaction tonight, I can be okay with it, too.

TWENTY-EIGHT

Dare

Aubrey isasleep before I even leave her bedroom.

My cock stirs, tempting me to go another round with her. Her tits beckon me. They’re dying to be played with, and I’m only too happy to oblige, but I force myself to ignore the impulse and cover them up.

I’m glad the crushed up Ambien I sprinkled in the bottom of their dessert bowls was enough to do the trick. I wasn’t sure, but I didn’t want to risk giving either of them too much, either. Just enough to make Mom sleepy so she’d go to bed early, and Aubrey to sleep deeply enough that I could finish what I started the other night.

Fuck, she was beautiful passed out on the couch—her face peaceful, her tits jiggling as I thrust into her wet pussy again and again.

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