Page 562 of Filthy Elites

“Chase,” she pleads, and this time I’m of a mind to answer.

Breathing hard, I anchor my arms on the wall and drive home again and again, faster, deeper, all the while attempting not to lose my fucking body, mind, and soul in her eyes. She feels like everything. She feels like home.

“You like this,” I say, daring her to tell me otherwise. To lie to me. “You like me. So fucking desperate.”

I don’t know why I have to insult her. I feel like if I don’t, I’ll lose. This thing between us is a game, and with every game, there can only be one winner.

My thumb circles her clit, soft and hard, pressing and caressing, because I can feel how fucking close I am, and she has to come with me. She just has to. I’ll lose my mind if she doesn’t.

She sobs, moans, and wails, her legs tightening around my waist as I plow into her with utter wild abandon, every part of me rigid, almost undone.

“Don’t come inside me.”

I should listen. She’s not on the pill, she told me herself. Hell, I should have worn a fucking condom. I’d like to say I chose not to just to annoy her, but the truth is simpler. I wanted to feel her, all of her, and damn the consequences. If she gets pregnant, then I’ll have a kid, I guess. Who cares? I’m rich enough to afford it. Mom was just five years older than us when she gave birth to me, and everything worked out.

Plus, if she has my child, she’ll forever be chained to me. Mine.

Fuck, she’s right. I am insane.

I’m also past caring.

“Chase!” Her walls tighten around me, and I watch her lose herself. It’s beautiful. She’s beautiful. Her mouth opens wide and her hazel eyes cloud with wonder and confusion. She’s practically limp in my arms, entirely spent. I could fucking kiss her. Iwantto kiss her. Instead, I drive my throbbing cock inside her one last time and come so hard I lose all senses for a whole fucking minute. It’s all I can do to stay standing. I empty myself inside her.

Then I laugh. I can either laugh or cry, and I’m not fucking crying. There’s no other possible reaction to this mind-blowing, unbelievable experience. My laughter wakes her up completely. She starts flailing again, and this time I let her have her way. I pull out and let her get to her feet.

Fuck, she’s so damn sexy like this, half dressed, with ripped tights and my cum dripping out of her. I want to keep her just like this every day. At my disposal. Mine.

“You fucking asshole! I told you not to come inside me.”

“You said many things.” It’s not my fault if her mouth keeps saying no while her body screams yes. I can only listen to one of the two.

“What if you knock me up, hm? Ever thought of that!” She’s screaming, practically hysterical.

I’ve never seen her this upset by anything before.

“Well, then I guess you’ll have it made. You’ll marry into the Archer legacy, spend your days planning cocktail parties, and your nights fucking me.” My mouth curls up. “Congratulations.”

She snarls. “You don’t fit my one requirement for a husband, dickhead.”

This ought to be good. “What, multi-millionaire teen’s too cheap for you?”

“No. I actually want to like the guy I end up with. You don’t qualify. Now, you got what you wanted. Get out.”

She’s so funny. “You like to scream my name when I fill you up. Marriages have worked on less.”

“Get the fuck out. I need to shower your stench off my skin.”

She wants me to go, and suddenly, there’s nothing I want more than to stay. “A shower sounds good, baby doll. Lead the way.”

She throws her hands up in frustration and screams. “You know what? Do what you fucking want. You will anyway.”

Good. She’s learning.

Erica sweeps her skirt from the floor and starts to walk up the stairs, her sexy bare ass swaying from side to side.

Hell, yeah.

I climb two stairs at a time and return to her bedroom. It’s a little messier than it was on Monday, but not much. I notice a dirty plate on her bedside table, two cheap flutes on her desk and one on the floor.

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