Page 117 of Filthy Elites

I should stop this,I think. I need to stop this, but I can’t. Whether he realizes it or not, whether I want to admit it or not, my body is already at his command.

It doesn’t even shock me when he spreads the cheeks of my ass and pushes my knees up so I’m kneeling on the bed and then dives down, licking a clear path up my wet slit. He groans.

“Fuck, I knew you’d be this way,” he mutters against the lips of my pussy. “So fucking delicious.”

A gasp leaves me as he slides down for more. The soft scrape of the buzzed sides of his head and the morning beard growth on his jaw against my skin make me tremble as his mouth moves over me. My whole body is a shaking mess, wetness gushing out from between my legs like I’m a broken faucet. I’m no innocent. I’m not a virgin. But Viks makes me feel like this is the first time. He makes me feel things I’ve never even imagined I could.

He devours my pussy like a man consumed. His tongue catching each and every drop as he moves down and then suctions his lips around my clit. I cry out, my nails scoring against the sheets as my back bows.

“Fuck!”

I can feel how wet his face is, but still, he doesn’t stop. His hands grip my cheeks, spreading them even wider as he feasts upon me like a starving man. He sucks my clit into his mouth and scrapes his teeth along the sensitive bundle. I don’t even feel the creep of one hand until it’s nearly at the top of my ass. So, when I feel a thick, long finger touch my asshole and then push in—covered by what I assume are my own juices—my whole body locks up.

Viks pulls back slightly. “Don’t tense up,” he commands with a raspy voice.

“I-I can’t,” I practically beg him. It’s tight and it feels … wrong, like something that shouldn’t be there.

“Does it hurt?” His voice is a hard rasp. I don’t want to answer, because the truth is that it doesn’t and if it doesn’t hurt me, I know he’ll keep going.

He pulls his mouth from my pussy and, leaving his fingers deep inside my darkest hole, he slaps my ass with the flat of his other palm and I bite down on my lip until I taste blood. “Answer me, Haley.”

I shake my head. “No, it doesn’t hurt.” It feels fucking hot. His mouth descends back against me and the fingers in my ass continue thrusting. Little pops of color dance behind my eyes. The orgasm that had been crawling to life now flares bright and hot inside of me, damn near there. Viks must realize it, though, because as soon as I seem to get close—he fucking stops. He does it again and again so that by the fifth time, I slap my hands against the mattress, crying out.

“Fucking let me come!” I scream.

“You want to come?” he asks, but the question is whispered against my pussy—so close that I can feel the curve of his lips as he smiles and I know, I just know, I’m not going to like the way this goes.

I bury my face into the pillow before me, not answering him. I pant and whine as he completely abandons my pussy and focuses only on my ass. “Stop tensing,” he says, slapping my side with his palm.

Tears of shame roll down my cheeks as I try to release my muscles. I’ll never admit it aloud, but the spanking helps, and I feel my body slowly begin to accept the dark intrusion. He pushes one finger in and curls it inside my ass. I bite down on my lower lip to keep from arching back. This isn’t something I should like. It’s not something I should want.

But when Viks presses another finger in on his next pass, my head goes foggy. Wetness slides down my trembling inner thighs.

“That’s a good girl,” Viks praises me. “Just let it go. It feels good, doesn’t it?”

I shake my head in negation, unwilling to admit it. He slaps my ass again and my lips part on a cry.

“Don’t fucking lie, Haley girl,” Viks warns. “Tell me the truth and I’ll let you come.”

I close my eyes. I’m trapped. I want to come so fucking bad. Finally, I release a breath and look back, meeting the dark gray gaze of the man pushing two of his fingers deep into my darkest hole.

“Yes, you fucker,” I snap. “It feels good.”

“I’m going to take you here.” Though he says the words, they’re not a request for permission—not like the night before. He’s informing me of what’s going to happen, and I can’t help but nod my head in acquiescence. I don’t care how I have to get there, right now. If letting him fuck my ass will push me over this edge, I’ll do it.

Viks withdraws his fingers. Somehow, I feel strangely empty without them. He leaves the bed and I keep my head buried in the pillows, my ass in the air, my cunt dripping down my inner thighs like a fucking slut. I don’t give a shit. However he wants me, he can have me. I just need him to release me from these fucking shackles, to free me enough that I can come again.

In the next second, he gives me exactly what he promised. Viks drops back down on the bed behind me, the mattress dipping slightly. The sound of liquid squirting from a tube slides over my ears and then something cool and wet touches my back entrance. His fingers push back into my ass and I clench automatically.

“Let me in,” he orders, slapping the fleshy underside of one cheek and making me jump.

“Shit,” I hiss, clutching a pillow to my face and chest.

My ass loosens as he pushes in two fingers and then three. Once he can fuck me in long smooth motions, he seems to decide I’m good and ready for him because he pulls out and the next thing I know, the spongy head of his cock presses against me.

“Take me, Haley.” I can hear the harshness of his breathing at my back as one hand grasps my waist and the other guides his cock into me. “Take my fucking cock into your ass. There you go, that’s a good girl.”

My pussy feels so fucking empty. Tears stream down my face, hitting the pillow beneath me. The fullness is killing me. I feel the burning stretch in my ass as he pushes forward, eased by the liquid—lube, I assume—he used to get me ready for him. It hurts, but only in the darkest most deviant of ways.

---