Page 330 of Filthy Elites

“Good morning,” he rumbles.

God, his voice is so sexy when he’s waking up.

“Good morning,” I whisper back, threading my fingers through his hair and snuggling up half on top of him, half beside him on the bed.

“How’d you sleep?”

“I don’t know,” I say with an uneasy smile. “I don’t remember falling asleep. I don’t even remember… Did we have sex?”

“Well, if you don’t remember, maybe we should go another round,” he teases, rolling me onto my back.

I smile as he climbs on top of me. He leans down to kiss me, and I wind my arms around his neck.

“You want me to eat your pussy?” he asks, kissing the side of my mouth.

“Mm, I wouldn’t say no,” I tell him.

He kisses his way along my jaw and down my neck. God, his mouth feels so good. He can’t pass up my boobs, so he stops there, kissing and sucking on my nipples before he moves lower and kisses his way down my tummy.

My tummy muscles tense as he does. I sigh as he parts my legs, spreading them wide so my pussy is on display for him.

I feel a little shy held open this way, but seeing the raw hunger on his face as he looks at me makes it hard to feel that way for long.

He’s on his knees now, his face between my thighs, his tongue licking its way along my entrance. I gasp at the thrilling sensation, my fingers digging into the bedding as I wait for it to delve into me.

“Your pussy was so fucking good last night,” he says before licking me again. He uses his thumbs to spread me open, then covers me with his mouth.

I breathe hard, grabbing the edge of the mattress as his tongue swipes my clit.

He pulls back and looks up at me. “I want you just like that again when I’m finished tasting you.”

He shoves a finger in me all the way to the knuckle as he resumes licking my clit. My pussy feels a little sore, but it’s easy to ignore when he’s eating me out.

I come with a cry I don’t have to smother at his house. Dare rises up, grabbing me and practically throwing me onto my stomach on the bed.

He knocks me right out of my post-orgasm bubble with the violence. At first, I think maybe he dropped me, but then he parts my thighs and shoves his cock into me so aggressively, I cry out.

My heart pounds as he forces his way deeper into my body. I try to push myself up, but he places a hand on my back and shoves me face-down into the mattress.

“Oh, fuck,” he says, driving into my pussy, not letting me move.

I’m so stunned for a moment, I can’t react. I let him fuck me, but I don’t know how to feel about not participating—and Ican’tthe way he has me pinned here.

My whole body is flushed, but I can’t tell why. I feel like I’m doing this wrong and I don’t want to disappoint him, but he’s not really giving me a chance to do anything. Surely this utter lack of participation isn’t what he wants.

He thrusts into me again, and maybe it’s just because my pussy is so sore, but it hurts. I try to grin and bear it, but he fucks me harder and harder, and it becomes difficult to hold in the cries.

How hard did he fuck me last night?

If he was this brutal, no wonder I’m sore.

“Dare, can we switch positions—”

“No.”

He pauses to reposition himself over me, then resumes pounding into me. It feels like a deliberate violation, but surely he doesn’t mean for it to.

Occasionally, a little cry slips out of me. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think he really likes it because rather than ease up and see if I’m okay, he shoves into me harder.

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