Page 268 of Filthy Elites

“Yeah. Now, imagine I’m lying there on the bed beside you. Watching you. Hard as fucking steel with how much I want you.”

Oh my god.

“I can’t wait to kiss and taste andbiteevery inch of those perfect tits.”

He sounds so hungry. His words rob me of my breath. I squeeze my soft flesh harder and feel the tension intensify between my thighs.

His voice is like gravel. The roughness alone turns me on, and then his words… my God. “You’re so fucking beautiful writhing on the bed, making yourself feel good. I want to touch every inch of you. I want to ravage you. Do you feel shy, baby?”

“No.” It comes out as more of a whine. I should be embarrassed, but I’m not because I can tell he likes it.

“No, of course you’re not. You have no reason to feel shy. You’re perfect. You’re all I want.”

My heart contracts as I rub my nipples, imagining him watching me.Wantingme.

“Now, stop touching yourself.”

Disappointment grabs hold of me, but I do as he says.

My heart pounds, my chest rising and falling rapidly, my body tense and aching for release.

“Fuck, I want to see you. Take a picture. Send it to me.”

I wait a moment for my breathing to return to normal.

Finally, I roll back on my tummy, pulling the pillow beneath me. My breasts are so sensitive from being touched and teased, I feel a thrill as my nipples graze the material and let out a faint moan.

“Fuck, Aubrey,” Dare says. His tone is rough, but still a little teasing. “You think it’s a good idea to tease me with those sexy little moans?”

“I’m not trying to tease you,” I say, my tone soft and a little sleepy. “My body’s sensitive. You turned me on.”

“Yeah?”

He knows he did, so I don’t bother confirming.

I have to open up the camera app on my phone, but my bedroom is quiet, so I know I’m not missing anything with the phone away from my ear. I bend my legs so my feet are in the air, then I snap a photo.

The picture is a little dark, but I’m happy with this one, so I open up our text thread and send it to him.

I put the phone against my ear and wait.

“Christ,” he murmurs.

I smile softly. “You like?”

“I love.”

“Good.”

My pussy still feels needy, so I’m relieved when he says, “Now, for your reward. Put your hand down the front of your panties.”

I swallow, sliding my hand down between my thighs.

“Play with your pussy. Get yourself off,” he commands. “I want to hear you come.”

I should be horrified at the prospect of doing something like that with a guy that’s not even my boyfriend, but my body needs it, and I want to please him.

I don’t even feel self-conscious as my finger finds my clit and strums that thrilling, sensitive little nub. I thought I would, but I can hear how much he enjoys every noise I make as I touch myself.

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