Page 644 of Filthy Elites

We parked up in the woods near my house nearly half an hour ago, and this has been us ever since. I’ve never had more fun skipping school.

Grabbing her little hips, I fight to control my release, but she’s too fucking hot for any kind of control. All I have to do is look at her, and I want more.

Today was completely unplanned. I was supposed to take it easy today and maybe not see her.

I only thought to do so because last night happened and I wasn’t prepared for it.

Last night I wanted to do more to her. Then she touched me.

When we were kissing, she laced her fingers through my hair, and it was too much. Too meaningful.

The simple caress was far too intimate for our little arrangement.

But I craved it in that moment, and that’s what stopped me.

The joke’s on me because there was nothing about today that was going to be easy.

Or even under my control. When I saw her in history class earlier, I took one look at her in that tight top and her silky-smooth legs in that little skirt and decided I had to have her.

Now I feel like I’ve lost my fucking mind, and I don’t even care.

I drive into her tight little pussy harder, and she grips onto my shoulders, digging her nails into my skin through the fabric of my shirt.

Somehow, I always manage to keep most of my clothes on while I get her undressed. She’s just wearing the skirt again.

“Chad!” Her pussy spasms around my cock, and my balls draw up.

The sound of my name on her lips is fucking magic.

“That’s it, baby, say my name. Scream it.” I grab her hair and pull, holding her back so I can fuck her harder.

She screams louder, and I’m so glad we came here. Here she can scream as loud as she needs to, and her cries of pleasure all belong to me.

The car bounces with us, and when she comes, her walls wrap around my length like a clamp and take everything out of me.

We both cry out from the wild pleasure and surrender to the call of recklessness that takes over.

I know I do anyway, and I can see she’s trying to fight whatever is inside her that wants this.

I’m breaking her just like I wanted to—piece by piece.

Here’s where I could destroy her by making her feel for me–-or rather make her feel more for me. I can see it in her eyes. She wants me as much as I want her, and she doesn’t know what to do about it.

I just want her too damn much to sever this crazy spell that’s seized my mind and made me obsessive over the girl I was supposed to hate.

I take her back to my place, and we get lost in each other as I live out one fantasy after another.

That night when she leaves, I find myself staring after her car as it goes through the gates. As I’m greeted with the emptiness of the house after, it makes me crazy all over again.

I end my night jerking off to the video she made on the site, and before I close my eyes, I look at the topless pics of her on my phone.

I can’t stop thinking about her, and I don’t want to.

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Unknown to most,I’ve actually started taking a few college classes at Raventhorn University. Understandably that’s not something I want to be common knowledge.

People know me as the badass. I show them what I want them to see, and it’s enough, so they don’t dig deeper.

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