Page 469 of Filthy Elites

Reaching behind her, she unfastens her bra, then freezes, her elbows clamped to her sides keeping her bra in place.

I could demand she drop it, but I don’t want that, instead I keep my steady gaze on her and wait. It only takes a couple of minutes and then she drops the bra, forcing her arms to stay at her sides, her hands clenched into fists.

“Now the panties.” I want to say more, but my throat is tight, her breasts are perfect, small, but perky, her nipples are a rosy-pink color, the peak pebbled and begging to be sucked.

Her fingers dip to her panties and instead of delaying, she closes her eyes and pushes them down, kicking them free of her feet. Taking advantage of her eyes being closed, I run my gaze lasciviously over her naked skin.

There’s a small, neat patch of hair coating her pussy lips that’s wet with the arousal I know she’ll deny if I point it out. Moving silently, I get up from her bed and step toward her, reaching out, but stopping myself an inch from her skin. She looks so innocent, even though she’s standing here naked for me, and my dick twitches in my pants ready to steal that purity from her and dirty her up.

“Beautiful,” I whisper against her neck, pressing a soft kiss against her fluttering pulse.

Snapping her eyes open, she lifts her hands to cover herself, but I bat them away, biting my bottom lip as I blatantly peruse her, wanting her to feel what it’s like for me to have my eyes all over her.

“Sebastian,” she says, my name on her lips a warning we both know I won’t heed. She’s mine, I can do whatever I please. I’m only allowing her a sense of control while I want her to have it.

Glancing to the partially open door, I peek out to check her mom isn’t upstairs before I circle her, stroking my fingers over her luscious ass. Slapping it once, I watch it jiggle, then curl my arm around her waist and pull her into me, my dick pressed up against her back.

“You’re utterly perfect, little bird. I’m a lucky man.”

“You’ve looked your fill, I need to get dressed.”

“Not yet, it’s time for your reward.”

“I don’t need a reward, I just need to put some clothes on,” she argues.

Moving the hand around her waist lower, she jolts when I slide my fingers through her damp folds. “You’re such a good little bird, but I’m going to make you feel even better.”

“No,” she protests.

Dipping a single finger into her tight pussy, I wrap my other arm around her and press my thumb against her clit.

“Sebastian.”

“I can feel how wet you are, Starling, your lips might be saying no, but your body is saying yes.” Slowly I start to slide my finger in and out of her, rubbing circles on her clit, teasing her and coaxing her pleasure.

Slick arousal drips down my fingers, she’s soaked. I add a second finger, pushing it inside of her and smiling when she clenches her pussy around them, a moan falling from her parted lips. Carefully I fuck her pussy and rub her clit until she’s moaning my name and grinding her hips, moving into my touch, trying to force me to move quicker, fuck her harder with my hand. But she’s not in control and instead of doing what she’s begging for, I pull my fingers from her and move my thumb from her swollen clit.

“What?” she pants.

“I thought you wanted me to stop?”

“Sebastian.” Her voice is desperate and I smile, this is how I want her to always be, panting and writhing for my touch, for the pleasure only I will ever give her.

“Do you want me to touch you? To make you come?”

“Yes, yes,” she whines.

“Say it, ask me for what you need.”

“Touch me, make me come.”

“You want me to put my fingers into your dripping cunt?”

“Yes, please,” she begs.

“Say, please Bastian, fuck my dripping cunt with your fingers until I come all over your hand.”

She’s silent, so I use two fingers and tap twice over her swollen clit.

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