Page 329 of Filthy Elites

“Did you like the champagne?” he asks.

“Mm-hmm.”

The soft material of his blanket feels so good against my skin.

Dare rolls me onto my belly and spreads my legs so he can climb between them. My pussy throbs as he grabs my ass, massaging the globes in his hands.

“You had quite a bit of it,” he says.

Did I?

“I wouldn’t be surprised if you passed out,” he murmurs teasingly as he leans down over me and kisses my bare back.

“No, I won’t pass out,” I murmur thickly against the pillow. “I want you to fuck me.”

“Oh, I will,” he assures me, sliding a finger in my pussy without warning.

I gasp and push my butt up in the air instinctively. “Should I take off the heels?”

My head feels swimmy. Maybe he’s right.

Maybe I did have too much champagne.

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When I wake up,it’s still dark outside.

I feel a little woozy and confused, not quite sure where I am. I’m tummy down on the bed, and fuck, I’m dehydrated.

Instinctively, I look to my nightstand to see if I brought a bottle of water to bed with me, but I’m startled when I see Dare lying next to me in a room I hardly recognize.

Oh, right.

I’m at Dare’s house.

We came to his room after the pool.

I try to remember what happened. I know we got on the bed, and he gave me a necklace.

I touch my neck. It’s still there.

I was naked except for my heels. I wiggle my toes. No heels.

When did I take them off?

The last thing I can remember, he had told me not to take them off. He was between my legs touching my ass and my pussy, but I can’t remember anything after that.

Did I black out?

There’s no way I had that much to drink.

My pussy feels a little tender, though. I guess we had sex?

I feel weird about not remembering it.

I see a bottle of water on the nightstand so I reach over Dare’s sleeping form and grab it. I take a few big gulps, but as I’m leaning over to return it to the nightstand, his arms slide around me.

I smile, sinking against him.

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