Page 349 of Filthy Elites

“Fuck, Aubrey.”

“Yes,” I say, grinning mischievously. “Fuck Aubrey.”

He pulls his finger out of me and lights up my phone, glancing at the display like he’s debating whether or not he has time. He looks vaguely agitated, but he undoes his pants and whips his cock out, anyway.

“This has to be quick,” he tells me.

He pulls my sleep shorts off and keeps them bunched up in his hand. He smacks my ass and tells me to get on my hands and knees with my ass in the air.

I do as he says, crouching down like he’s shown me to before and leaning my forearms on the bed.

I groan as he sinks his cock into my pussy. He’s so hard and thick. I sink down and close my eyes, so relieved to have him inside me.

He makes quick work of fucking me, reaching under my shirt and squeezing my tits without even taking it off. I don’t know what his hurry is, but I figure this is just round one, anyway.

I grab my pillow and bury my face in it when I come, convulsing around his dick and bearing down, squeezing him and making him shoot his load inside me.

Thankfully, he grabbed a condom before he fucked me, so he grabs a tissue off the nightstand and yanks it off.

“Christ,” he murmurs, rubbing my ass and letting me sink down on the bed.

I’m feeling sleepy and satisfied now. “Aren’t you spending the night?” I ask him.

He tosses my sleep shorts on the bed beside my face. “Put these back on.”

My heart hasn’t even stopped pounding and he wants me to get dressed? Still a puddle on the bed, I look back at him. He’s zipping back up and adjusting his clothes.

“Come on, Aubrey. Get dressed, baby.”

I feel distinctly like he’s handling me and it makes me frown.

Curiosity piqued, I push myself up on the bed and tug my sleep shorts back on. “What’s going on, Dare?”

“I want to take you somewhere,” he tells me.

“It’s the middle of the night.”

“I know.” His gaze drops to my neck. “Where’s your necklace?”

I point to the dresser.

He walks over to get it and brings it back to me. “Put it on.”

This is a weird request, but I take the necklace and fasten it around my neck. “Do I need to get dressed, dressed?”

He shakes his head. “No, what you’re wearing is fine. Come with me.”

I take his hand, but I don’t like the way he’s rushing me out of here. “Wait, I need my purse.”

“You won’t need it,” he tells me.

“My phone,” I say, trying to hang back, but his grip on my hand tightens and he practically drags me out of my room without it. “Dare, what the hell?” I whisper.

“Where are your car keys?” he asks softly.

“Um… in here,” I say, pulling him toward the kitchen counter. “Where are we going? Are we taking my car?”

He takes my keys and leads me toward the door. “Come on.”

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