Page 520 of Filthy Elites

For the longest moment of my life, he just looks at me, his palm still pressed against my breast. Then he lurches forward and collars my throat while his lips plunder my mouth. In an instant my body comes to life, exploding with need and want and desire. The night is both brighter and more immersive, lighting up the world around me even as the darkness presses in on us.

His lips devour mine, his tongue forcing mine to submit as his fingers squeeze just enough around my throat to remind me that each breath I take is because he’s allowing it. I want more. I want his hands on me, his fingers in me. I want him to make me come and then force me to do it again and again. I want him to take away my choice and make me accept whatever he wants to give me, and I want it all right now.

Blindly reaching for his hand that’s not around my neck, I try to drag it downward, needing him between my legs, but instead of doing what I’m silently asking, he tenses his arm, making it immovable as he grips my neck, then releases me, stepping back and assessing me coolly.

“What? Why are you stopping?” I gasp.

“I’m not sure this is a good idea,” he admits, rubbing a hand over his hair.

“What?” I snap. “Are you serious?”

“I’m not sure you’re thinking straight, you’ve been drinking.”

“I’ve had two shots and one and a half cocktails, I’m more than capable of making my own decisions.”

“And you want this?” he questions, his expression mostly calm with a hint of something I can’t quite identify.

“I want you, Sebastian, I need you and I’m offering you me. So what are you waiting for?” I taunt him.

A second later my feet leave the ground and my back hits the trunk of a tree as the skirt of my dress is shoved up and he rips my thong clean off me. Two thick fingers slam into me and I let out a long, low moan of pleasure as he pumps them in and out. I’m so wet I can hear the sound of my own arousal and feel the way it coats my thighs.

“This is going to be fast and quick; I’ll take my time on round two,” he smirks a second before his fingers are replaced with his rock hard and much bigger than I remember cock.

I open my mouth to scream, but Sebastian shoves my thong between my lips, gagging me with the underwear that he just tore off me. The taste of my own arousal fills my mouth, but I don’t have a chance to decide how I feel about that before he starts to fuck me.

My legs are curled around his hips and I lock my ankles at his back, holding on to his shoulders while he slams his cock in and out of me, not giving me a second to get used to his sheer size.

Unadulterated bliss hits me when I combust; an orgasm wrenched from me as I scream around my panties, feeling the sound in the back of my throat even if nothing more than a muffled cry escapes my lips. I’m barely moving, simply holding on while he fucks the ever-loving shit out of me against a tree no more than fifty yards from where a college party with hundreds of guests is raging. It’s hot and dirty and brutal and I love it. I’m on the verge of coming again when he pulls out of me, spins me around and then slams into my pussy again from behind as I struggle to find purchase on the tree I’m now facing.

Delivering a sharp slap to my ass, he sets a frantic pace as he drills me from behind, his hold on my hips tight enough to bruise and I want it to. We barely had a day together before he freed me, but not until he gave me a glimpse of what it means to be truly owned by him. In that twenty-four-hour period he gave me more pleasure than I’ve ever known and then it was gone, and I’ve been craving it ever since.

A sense of loathing hits almost in unison with my second orgasm, but Sebastian doesn’t even pause, fucking me as I scream and writhe. His thrusts become deeper, harder until he grips my hips to the point of pain and comes deep inside of me.

For a moment, neither of us moves. My cheek is pressed against the tree I’m holding, my legs are spread wide, my dress bunched at my waist, Sebastian’s cock still inside of me. We could be discovered at any moment, but neither of us tries to move. Somehow the sounds of our panting breaths are louder than the raucous noise of the party behind us.

Sebastian loosens his grip on my hips and I whine in protest when his dick slides out of me, the heat of his cum dripping out of my sex. Lifting my head, I glance over my shoulder and find Sebastian with his cell in his hand, the camera focused between my thighs.

“Seriously?” I croak, pulling the fabric from my mouth.

His eyes lift to mine and he smirks, completely unrepentant. “Let’s go.”

“Go where?”

“Don’t you remember? I already told you this was only the first round. You didn’t think this was it, did you?”

I push my dress down, covering myself, and he scowls.

“I’m not done with you yet, Starling. You gave yourself to me for the night, so you’re mine until the sun comes up. Now let’s go.”

Wrapping his fingers in a tight grip around my wrist, he drags me back onto the path until we reach the same spot we parked our cart in for the first party. Smiling, he lifts me off the ground and places me into the front of the cart, following me in and immediately pulling away.

“Won’t the others need the cart?” I ask, glancing back toward the woods that we’re speeding away from.

“They’ll be fine, I texted them to let them know we were leaving and to ask them to keep an eye on your friend.”

“What? When?”

“While you were running away.”

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