Page 141 of Filthy Elites

“Please?” I pant against him. “I need it.”

His lips twitch in both amusement and arousal—I can finally understand that about him. He smiles when he’s horny. He smiles when he’s in love. And around me, he’s constantly smiling.

“Your wish is my command, Haley girl.” He divests me of my clothes in record time, pulling my shirt up and off of me, dropping it to the floor. My bra goes with it. My skirt, however, is shoved up around my waist as he reaches underneath and shakes his head in mock disappointment. “What have I told you about wearing panties?” he asks.

“That you enjoy ripping and cutting them off of me?” I supply.

He chuckles darkly and reaches back, pulling free a slender pocket knife and flicking out until the blade flashes—the sunlight pouring in from the window glinting across the steel. “Yeah, I fucking do.”

I don’t hesitate to lift up, giving him more room to work with as he slips the sharp edge beneath the sides of my underwear and cuts them away, leaving me wet and bare for him. “I think you like this,” he says, sliding the cold knife up my chest, between my breasts. “Are you a kinky little slut?”

My pussy tightens. He knows what it does to me when he talks to me like that. It’s so fucking filthy, it makes me lose all sense of myself and I’m okay with it because I know no matter how far I float away, he’ll always bring me back. I rock against him, whimpers catching in my throat.

“Please,” is all I offer as an answer. “I want you.”

“And you’ll have me, baby,” he promises, the knife moving across towards one breast. My breath stops in my lungs as he uses the very tip to scrape over the skin of my nipple. I stop grinding down against him, a quick bubble of fear bursting. I know he’d never hurt me—but one wrong move and he could accidentally cut me. The danger is a high, one I never would’ve known I’d enjoy if it weren’t for him.

He circles one nipple with the sharp edge of the knife and then passes over to the other. I can feel my wetness leaking down my inner thighs.

“Mitchell…” I shudder as the knife moves upward and he turns it until the backside is pressed against my neck.

His eyes meet mine and he grins. “You’ve learned to say my name when you want something rather than when you’re angry at me,” he comments. “I like that.”

“I’d like it if you fucked me,” I reply, pointedly.

“Would you now?” The knife is drawn away and he raises one brow as his other hand moves beneath my skirt, up my thighs, straight to my pussy.

My eyes roll back into my head as his fingers touch me, rolling across my clit, and then slipping down as he inserts two fingers into my cunt and thrusts upward. I clamp down on him, biting my lip as a moan threatens to escape.

“Viks…” Fuck, I want him so badly. I want him inside me. All over me. Fucking me. Loving me.

“So fucking wet, baby,” he mutters, fucking me with his fingers as his thumb comes out and rubs across my clit. White and black spots dance behind my eyes. I’m so fucking close and all he’s done is touch me.

“More.” The whine in my voice should be shameful or embarrassing, but I’m so far gone for this man, there are no more fucks left to give. “Please, Viks … I need more. Fuck me.”

“You want my cock in your pussy?”

“Yes.” I cry out as he presses up into me, curling his fingers as his thumb presses and circles against my clit.

“I don’t have a condom.”

A beat passes. "I-I’m on birth control,” I finally say.

His fingers pull free of my cunt and I sigh in disappointment. I don’t need to worry, though, because in the next second, his hands are locked around my waist and he manually lifts me, dragging me closer. He reaches beneath the two of us and frees himself from his pants. His cock strains upward, the soft side of his shaft sliding against the inside of my thighs, a fucking tease.

I reach down, grasping it and lifting it. “That’s it, baby.” Viks’ voice is so full of lust and encouragement, it drives me forward. I fit him to my entrance and then slowly sink down on him, inch by delicious inch. He stretches into my cunt, filling me so full I don’t know where I even end and he begins. “So tight around me,” he hisses through clenched teeth. “My baby’s pussy is so hot.” He slaps my ass, jostling me enough that I release another cry. “Ride me, Haley. Ride my cock and make me come.”

It’s rough and hot and hard. I lift myself up and then slowly descend over him again and again, picking up the pace as I start to feel the flutterings of my orgasm wash over me. I contract around him, sweating and so fucking turned on that I can’t see past his face as he cups the back of my skull, drawing me forward. His lips push over mine.

Viks kisses me hard, like he’s staking his claim. I gasp and shake, trembling around him, over him, on top of him as my own orgasm slides through me. The room fades and I lock my fingers onto his biceps as I rise up, both fighting to escape the frightening amount of pleasure that crashes over me and fighting to feel even more of it.

“Come for me, Haley,” he urges, rocking his hips into me as he finishes unloading himself inside of me. “Come again on my cock like a good girl.”

And I do. I couldn’t stop the second orgasm even if I wanted to. He grunts his own release into my ear, and I come apart—exploding in panting gasps. When I finally return to myself, I’m slumped over against his chest. Maybe at one time I would’ve felt vulnerable being mostly naked to his mostly clothed, but now I don’t. Not with him. I know he likes me like this. Naked and his.

Unfortunately, almost as soon as the orgasm leaves my system, my thoughts come screaming back at me and I stiffen in his arms. His hands pause against my backs and he groans. “Again?” he mutters.

“I’m sorry.” I pull back and wince. “I can’t stop thinking about it.”

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