Page 641 of Filthy Elites

I should say no. I remind myself that I shouldn’t like anything and everything we do is not real. It’s just a thing to pass the time, but the asshole starts pumping harder and stroking my clit at the same time.

“Stop trying to resist.” He taunts and then says something in Russian that sounds sexy as hell.

I don’t know what in the world he said but the sound of him speaking in that accent sends a jolt of pleasure to my core. He notices the effect straight away and continues speaking in Russian.

“What are you saying?” I’m desperate to know.

“Are you sure a good girl like you wants to know what’s on my dirty fucked up mind?” He gives me a mocking smirk.

“Yes.” I hear myself say as he continues his pumps.

“Dirty girl. I said I’m going to fuck you raw and hard. I’m going to fuck you bareback, and when I finish with you, you won’t know what the hell hit you. You’ll beg me to fuck you over and over again, and you won’t be able to get enough of me.”

Oh my God, I come straight away on his fingers.

As my juices flow, he laughs with pure male satisfaction while I come apart.

He surprises me further by crouching down and moving my skirt up to my hips so he can drink me.

His tongue in my pussy, lapping up my arousal, claims my mind, and everything I told myself I shouldn’t do fades.

When he’s done, he stands again and tweaks my nipples.

“Take your clothes off but leave the skirt on.” His voice is gruff and commanding.

It speaks directly to the inner part of me that craves what’s coming next. It weakens me so that I don’t know what I want and what I do.

It wouldn’t matter. He’s here to take, and I’m here to give my body to him.

“Do it, now.” He raises his voice. “Don’t keep me waiting.”

Quickly, I pull off my top and undo my bra. I take off my panties and as soon as I put my clothes to the side, he reaches for me again and turns me to face the wall.

My fingers graze the rough concrete as I press my palms to the gritty surface.

I turn my head, so I can see him, catching him openly admiring my ass. He lifts the skirt and bends down so he can bite my ass.

I yelp, and he smiles in that raw predatory manner.

“Didn’t do that yesterday. Now I’ve licked it; it’s mine.”

I gaze back at him, feeling too stunned to talk. Anything I would have said falls out of my mind when he shoves his pants down his legs and takes out his cock.

The bulbous head already has pre-cum beading at the tip, and he looks hard and ready to fuck me.

With a savage smile on his face, he grabs my hips, and I snap my gaze back to the wall.

The fat head of his cock grazes my entrance; then he’s pushing in.

I can’t believe we’re doing this here. I can’t believe we’re doing this at all.

Me—the good girl who likes to stay away from trouble, and him—the bad boy who owns the school.

He doesn’t take his time to inch into me. He slams into my passage, and I’m so aroused and wet my body welcomes his merciless cock.

I cry out from the intense pleasure. It’s too much all in one go, so much my knees buckle.

Chad slips a hand around my waist, pulling me closer, then he starts to really fuck me.

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