Page 300 of Filthy Elites

My heart thrills at his words.

“Fuck, I could stay inside you all day.” He pulls his hips back, then drives forward. “So fucking hot. So fucking tight. You’re so fucking wet for me. Christ.”

I can definitely feel how tight a fit he is. It continues to hurt a little every time he drives his cock in, impaling me so hard and so deep, I can feel the force of the impact in my guts.

I love the sound of his skin as it collides with mine, though. I even like the twinges of pain when he throws his head back and closes his eyes as his cock fills me to the hilt.

I love being full of him, even if it hurts.

His thrusts are so hard and so relentless I’m sure I’ll be sore tomorrow. It’s like he’s trying to leave a mark on me, and remembering the way he bit and kissed my neck before, maybe he is.

I don’t know. I don’t know how sex is supposed to be.

He grabs my throat after a while, his beautiful body coated in perspiration. He looks down at me with a dark look in his eye that momentarily terrifies me, but then it’s gone and his grip eases, and I try to shake the feeling of having been in danger.

He slides his hand down between our bodies, pressing a finger inside me while he continues to fuck me. I gasp as he curls his finger and it brushes my sensitive clit. A whole new wave of sensation rolls over me as he teases my clit and pounds his cock into me at the same time. I feel wild and desperate, grabbing his sides and arching off the bed.

“Dare,” I say on a gasp as his finger on my clit works actual magic.

I don’t know if it’s the blood rushing through my body or what, but my vision fades out and I can feel pressure everywhere—in my body, in my head, between my thighs. It’s worst between my thighs. I can feel him working me up to a fever pitch, and when I come, it’s hard not to scream. I start to, but Dare pushes me into his shoulder. It’s an insane thing to do and I don’t mean to, but I bite his shoulder as the pleasure shudders through my body in waves.

“Oh, Christ, Aubrey.” He drives deep and groans as my pussy convulses around him, squeezing even tighter and triggering his own release.

I go limp, but he’s still holding me off the bed, pulled tightly against his slick chest.

He lets me down gently, then drops his full weight on top of me, burying his face in the crook of my neck.

Happiness and affection float around me like bubbles in a warm, comforting bath. I wrap my arms around him and hold on tight while my racing heart slows to a more normal pace.

This is the best feeling in the world.

I love having him in my arms like this, both of us sated from our bodies being joined together. It’s not until I realize I left a mark when I bit him on his shoulder that even a single bubble pops.

“Crap. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to do that,” I say, stroking the mark with my fingers.

He shifts to look over at his shoulder and smirks before relaxing against me again. “That little nibble? Next time, bite me harder.”

I’m startled, so I laugh. We’re tangled together so I can feel him all over me, my laugh reverberating through him as well.

If this is physical intimacy, I love it.

A bit lazily, I turn my head so I can kiss him. I know he’s tired. So am I, but I want kisses. He happily obliges, tangling a hand in my hair and pulling me close as he kisses me. It’s tender and raw, and I don’t know how I’m just finding out about this.

I feel too many lovey feelings I have to keep in, but I’m sure it’s just the hit of oxytocin. I’m rational enough to know I need to keep my mouth shut and just enjoy the high.

When we’re able to move again, Dare moves off me, but I almost don’t want him to. I love the feeling of his weight pressed against me, and I want to keep cuddling.

Thankfully, he doesn’t go far. He grabs a tissue off the end table and pulls the condom off his dick, then he curls right back up in bed with me. He rolls on his side, pulling me close and settling his arm around my waist.

“You’re mine now,” he says, tone thick and deep and gravelly enough to make my heart skip a beat. “No one’s going to take you from me.”

I don’t know why his words make my heart sink. They’re nice… aren’t they?

They are, but at the same time, they’re odd.

Maybe it’s just our situation.

Maybe it’s the things I don’t want to think about, like the fact that he has a girlfriend who isn’t me.

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