Page 640 of Filthy Elites

“Change of plans, Malyshka. I want you now.”

Oh, God. What the hell?

“We’re at school.”

“So, fucking what?”

What else did I expect him to say?

“But we’re at school.”

“If you didn’t want to get fucked you shouldn’t have worn that.” He motions to my plaid skirt. It’s another old thing, but he’s looking at it the same way he did my tattered skater dress the other day.

And he just told me I was going to get fucked.

He’s going to fuck me. Right here at school. He’s going to do it.

I want to run, or scream, or something other than being led away like some sort of sacrificial lamb. But I’m paralyzed in every way possible. I’m locked into this whether I like it or not.

We head to the locker—theboy’slocker room, which is thankfully empty. But how long for?

“Someone could come in here and see us,” I state, looking around. “I can’t get caught in here. People will talk.”

“The room is free for the next twenty minutes.”

Twenty minutes? That’s way too risky. Someone could definitely catch us.

“Chad, this is a bad idea.”

“No, it’s not. This is happening.”

He hustles me to the back and into a storage room which has a separate door that can be locked. This looks like the janitor’s room because there are boxes of cleaning supplies and items.

Before I can look around properly, Chad grabs me and crushes his lips to mine, robbing me of all thoughts.

He knocks my bag out of my hand, and I hear my pens clatter to the floor.

Shoving me against the wall, he starts kneading my breasts hard in his large hands. He then moves from my lips to nibble on my neck. That’s going to leave a mark on my already pale skin.

“I’m clean.” He mutters in my ear. At first, my mind is so rattled from the reckless pleasure sweeping over my body that I don’t follow what he means. Then I do. “Are you clean?”

“Yes. I’m clean.” When you aren’t sexually active, you don’t have to worry about that. I’m on the pill for my skin. It came in handy when I started having sex two years ago.

Things ended with Josh, my last boyfriend, when he moved to Europe, which I knew was going to happen. Maybe that’s why I was so comfortable with him. I knew we weren’t going to last.

Chad bites my ear lobe, bringing me back to my present nerves. He lifts my skirt and cups my sex, flicking his fingers back and forth over my swollen clit.

“Did you take your pill like I told you to?”

“Yes.” The moan in my voice is evident. It speaks of my pleasure and needs for all that he’s doing to me.

He gives me more, and God, that feels so good.

Moving aside my panties, he pushes two fingers into my pussy, and I gasp, trying desperately to catch my breath.

With his fingers deep inside me, he starts a slow, steady pump that makes my head spin. I grab onto his shirt, then his shoulder so I don’t fall off the face of the earth.

“You like that, Billie?”

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