Page 56 of Filthy Elites

“Oh my God, Jason. You’re…”

“I’m what, darling?”

She yells a string of words as her body shatters underneath my tongue.Man, that must have been a record.I keep eating her pussy despite her protests that she can’t take it anymore. It’s only when she curls her fingers around strands of my hair and yanks hard that I stop.

“Jason!”

“What?” I ask innocently.

“I’m already in pieces,” she laughs.

I kiss her inner thigh before I make the trip back to her face. Her tits are begging for my attention, but I need to be inside her first.

“Be prepared to be pulverized then.” I kiss her tenderly as I slide home.

Home. I hide my face in the crook of her neck and don’t move as I process the thought.

“Jason?”

“Yes?”

“Are you okay?”

I lean back to look into her eyes. “More than okay.”

Focusing on her lovely face, I resume what I started, knowing very well the difference between what’s happening now and all the other times we fucked. I stop the words from forming in my head, focusing on what’s happening down below. It’s not hard when she feels so fucking amazing.

Her name is on my tongue when I climax, and something else too. But I don’t say it. I will never say it. This secret I’ll take to the grave.

ChapterTwenty-Four

Nicola/Isabelle

I fallasleep in Jason’s arms. When I wake up, we’re still twisted in a lover’s embrace. It’s dark outside, but I have no idea how many hours have passed since Jason came into my room. I lift my head, craning my neck to check my phone for the time.

Jason groans, tightening his hold on me. “Don’t go,” he says, half asleep.

“I just want to check the time.”

He kisses my shoulder and squeezes my ass. “I’ll tell you what time it is.”

Tingles of desire trickle down my back, but I can’t keep using sex to forget what happened earlier. Fear is already crawling its way into my chest, squeezing my heart like a boa constrictor.

“What’s the matter?” he asks through a frown.

“I’m afraid, Jason.”

He caresses my cheek with the tips of his fingers. “Don’t be. I won’t let anything happen to you.”

“You hate me. Why do you care about my safety?”

“I…” He stops as if he doesn’t know what to say. Then he drops his gaze to my lips and runs his thumb over it. “You were right. I don’t hate you.”

Warmth spreads through my chest, competing with the darkness there.

“What did Juan do to you?” he asks, looking into my eyes again.

The question is triggering. I don’t want to relive my worst nightmare, but something in Jason’s eyes makes me want to spill all my secrets.

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