Page 331 of Filthy Elites

I finally give up on trying to contribute and squeeze my eyes shut, holding onto the bed as he drives into me like he’s trying to break me in half. My pussy stings and I’m upset. I just want it to be over.

Finally, I hear him groan with his release, and then it is.

He collapses on the bed beside me, looping an arm around my waist and pulling me back against him.

I don’t know how to feel. I wanted to have sex, but… I don’t know if I wanted it like that.

My heart is still pounding. I feel a little afraid, but also ridiculous to feel that way.

“Was that… okay for you?” I ask tentatively.

“Mm, yep. Just what I wanted.”

“Okay,” I say quietly.

He kisses my temple. “Areyouokay?”

I’m a little relieved to know he’s at least aware he should ask. “Yeah, I’m okay.”

He starts playing with my hair, and the tenderness slowly melts away the last of my uncertainty. I’m so relaxed I’m nearly ready to fall back asleep when he murmurs, “You don’t have to hold the cries back, you know.”

My eyes pop open. “What?”

“You were whimpering when I fucked you. You don’t have to hold back here. Be as noisy as you want.”

I’m a little confused. “Did youwantme to cry out?”

“I want you to if you feel like it.”

I swallow. “Did you like fucking me like that?”

“Yes,” he murmurs, petting my hair again, then leaning in to kiss my shoulder.

“It didn’t feel… a little mean to you?”

He doesn’t answer right away and my heart sinks. I don’t want him to feel bad, I just… wasn’t prepared for that, and I don’t really know what to think about it. Finally, he leans in and kisses the shell of my ear before rumbling, “Sometimes, I like to be a little mean.”

“Oh,” I whisper.

He trails a finger lightly down my arm. “Sometimes, I want to fuck you like I want to destroy you.”

I swallow. “But you don’t want to destroy me?”

“But I don’t want to destroy you,” he verifies.

“Oh. Okay.”

“It’s just a game,” he says, like that will reassure me.

I guess it does.

I don’t think Ilikedwhat just happened, but if he did, I guess… I guess I’m open to it.

I like what’s happening now, at least. I love when he’s tender with me, when he pets me and relaxes me. I love when he leans in and kisses me like I’m something precious to him, even if he just fucked me like I’m definitely not.

THIRTY-FOUR

Aubrey

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