Page 642 of Filthy Elites

My breasts bounce against my chest hard when he hammers into me, driving deeper inside me and faster.

I come again—this time savoring the exhilaration of the sensation that laps over my body. It claims me as ruthlessly as he does.

He tunnels into me, muttering what sounds like sweet nothings in Russian. I don’t understand, but I don’t care. Everything feels good and the skin-to-skin contact is unreal. I’ve never had sex like this before. That just shows I really have lost my mind.

Chad pulls out of me and turns me back to face him so he can pick me up.

I wrap my legs around his waist and he plunges back into me, continuing his plunder of my body.

“Hold on tight, Malyshka; I’m going to fuck you harder.”

When he delivers his promise, I arch my back into him and allow him to take me. Then stars speckle everything around me, including him.

A fierce growl rips from his throat when he pounds harder, and his cock goes solid inside my passage.

A breath later, he comes flooding in my passage with his warm cum, which arouses me all over again.

He pushes me against the wall, and we stay like that for a few minutes until our breathing returns to normal. When it does, he pulls out of me, and I sink back to the ground, my feet turning cold instantly when they connect with the floor.

Chad walks over to a multi-pack of tissue, takes out some, and hands it to me to clean myself.

I do, just as his cum starts leaking down my thighs with a smear of blood.

He notices it and catches my throat.

“Don’t tell me you were a virgin.” He searches my eyes in disbelief.

Quickly I shake my head and hope he won’t ask me anything more about that.

“Sorry, I like rough sex. You’ll get used to it.” He comes closer. “Meet me in the parking lot in half an hour. You’re having lunch with me.”

“What?”

“You heard me. I’m taking you home.”

I don’t want to do that for a million reasons. “What about my car?” That’s just one of them, and it’s the least of my worries. People were looking at us in class. What are they going to think when they see me leaving with him?

“I’ll take care of that. Better get dressed; the football team will be in here any minute.”

He fixes himself and straightens out his clothes.

With that taunting grin on his face, he leaves me naked against the wall with the exception of my skirt.

I grab the rest of my clothes and put them back on, feeling my blood spike as I panic. The football team could catch me in here.

I manage to get out and go into the girl’s bathroom without anyone seeing me.

The moment I catch sight of my disheveled appearance, I’m glad I had the good sense to come in here. I’m a mess, and my skin is glowing like it has lights placed underneath it.

Turning the cold tap on, I gather some water and splash it on my face to take the edge off. It works to some extent, but my body is still burning up.

I press my fingers to my cheeks and shake my head at my reflection.

My God. I just had sex at school with Chad, and it was…insane.

It was raw insanity, and I feel like I should have expected that. He owned my body, leaving me numb like I had no brain.

Now, what are we doing?

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