Page 618 of Filthy Elites

“What are you going to do to me?” she asks with more insistence, once again showing that fiery defiance.

“Everything. I want to do everything, and I think you’d let me. Wouldn’t you?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Let me enlighten you, baby girl. I want to fuck you.”

It’s dark, but I can see the blood draining from her face. She looks pale like she might faint, and she’s so stunned she’s not moving.

Good,because I’m going to satisfy my curiosity to find out what she tastes like.

Before she can take her next breath or recover from my words, I crush my lips to hers, and the moment I taste her, I wish I hadn’t .

The taste—the mere taste of those full soft lips—hooks into my soul with claws so sharp it pierces my being.

The taste of her hooks me worse than the most potent drug I’ve taken—and I’ve taken a fuck of a lot—so when she moans, I take full advantage and sweep my tongue into her hot wet mouth.

I caress her tongue, kissing her harder. When I suck on her little tongue, the magnified pleasure hits me like a punch to my gut, and I know she feels it too.

She does, but she pushes me away.

I could have held her there in my grasp, but I released her only because I was as shocked at myself as she was.

Her hands shake as she reaches for the car door and gets in without another word.

She drives away like hellfire is on her fine ass, and I smile like the psycho I am.

My smile widens when I get a crazy idea. Earlier in the week, she followed me to watch me. I’m going to do the same thing to her.

So, I do.

I follow her home, but I park in an inconspicuous location on the next road so no one can see me.

I then slip onto the property through the back garden and locate the security panel by the pool house. I do the same thing I did to the cameras at school and freeze them for half an hour. It’s a handy technique I learned from one of my father’s men who served time.

There are guards here. Not as many as my father has at our place, but enough.

Her house is nearly as big as mine with the same sort of design, so I find my way around easily.

Most of the house is dark, but when a light pops on in one of the bedrooms, I guess it to be hers.

There’s a Sequoia tree across from the window, so I climb it. When I get to the top, I see I’m right. It’s her room, and she’s inside, taking her clothes off.

Perfect timing.

Perfect, perfect, timing.

I position myself on a thick sturdy branch so I can get a better look.

Billie takes her hair down and slips out of her dress, revealing the body I admired all night.

When she takes off her bra, unleashing those tits, I nearly blow my load as I allow myself the indulgence of looking at those perfect pink puckered nipples, still clearly aroused from my kiss.

I expect her to go in the shower or change for bed or something similar, but she doesn’t. She tussles her hair and sits in front of her computer.

My view is only partially masked, so I see enough.

Moments later, when she starts rubbing her nipples and doing pouty poses, my suspicions go through the roof.

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