Page 646 of Filthy Elites

It’s Friday evening again. Our Fridays, so far, have been quite eventful. This one will be no different.

“Take your clothes off for me nice and slow,” I tell her.

She swallows hard, then obeys, taking off her jeans first when she steps out of her ballet pumps, then her top.

“Everything off,” I prod when it looks like she’s going to keep on her bra and panties.

She takes those off too, and my gaze glues to the smooth skin of her pussy.

“Good girl.” I walk around her, taking measured steps.

I’ve had my fill of her body, but every time I see her naked, I’m fascinated in other ways. I see something else to like and commit to memory. Like the little beauty spot in the small of her back and the way her hip dips when she’s nervous but also mad—mad at me.

“I’m like a toy to you, aren’t I?” she speaks against the silence.

When I face her, I see the fury.

“Do you want to be something else? Do you want to be my girl, Billie?”

“You asshole.”

I laugh. “How many times have you called me that? I’ve lost count.”

“I’m sure I’ll be calling you that again before the day is out.”

I move closer and press my hand to the flat of her stomach. Her cheeks flush pink, and she looks away.

“Bad girl, you want me, and you shouldn’t.”

She glares at me. “I don’t want you. Please don’t mistake me for skanks like Jenna, who, by the way, is welcome to you, so she can leave me the fuck alone.”

I take that to mean she’s had a run-in with Jenna.

She’s about to continue her tirade, when I slide my finger into her wet pussy and shut her up.

“Baby, you’re soaked, and I’ve only just touched you. That’swant.” I grab her hand and press it to the bulge in my pants. “That’s what you do to me, Billie Fairchild. Jenna doesn’t get me worked up the way you do, and she never will.”

I don’t care; I confessed something I shouldn’t have. It’s worth seeing another piece of that wall she’s built up to keep me out crumble.

There’s a twinkle in her eyes which gets brighter. It’s there for me, all for me, and I want it.

Nothing else matters, so I allow instinct to guide me to her lips and kiss her.

I pick her up and carry her to the bed, where I feast on her lips and her body.

Lost in the wildness that takes us, she runs a hand over my hair and quickly pulls back. It snaps me from the sexual haze, and I stare down at her seeing she’s wary because of that first time.

Just now, the touch was as sensual as it was that night, but the difference was I liked it.

It didn’t scare me. What scares me now, is her not touching me. I know what that means, and I know something has changed in me toward her, but the reckless part of me doesn’t care and wants her too much.

So, I take her hand and return it to my head.

The moment her delicate fingers touch me; the beginning of a smile tips the corners of her mouth.

She tries to bite her lips to hide it but fails.

“You’re prettier when you’re smiling.”

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