Page 653 of Filthy Elites

She starts laughing, and I love the sound so much, I wish I could record it.

I reach forward to cup her face and she moves toward me at the same time I lower to kiss her.

Apart from the night of the party weeks ago, this is the first that we’ve kissed in public. That night didn’t really count because I couldn’t see anyone else around.

There are people around now who know me, but I don’t care who’s watching.

The girl I care about is kissing me back and just pressed her dainty hand to my chest.

I move away from her lips to gaze down at her.

“Go to lunch with me?”

“Okay.”

* * *

We ate,and then the rest of the time was spent in my car.

I parked under the Willow tree by the river where no one could see us. There she rode my cock, and I got drunk on her body.

I’m doing it all over again now as I kiss her. It’s almost dark, and she was just putting her clothes back on, but every time she tried to fix herself, I ended up taking something else off.

“You are going to get me in trouble.” she moans as I kiss her neck and tweak her left nipple.

“We’re already in trouble.”

“You know what I mean. Chad, I’m going to have to head back soon. I have homework.”

“You’re mine; I don’t want to share you with anyone, not even fucking homework.”

“You are crazy.” She giggles.

“Yes, and I’m being serious. You’re mine.” Possessive need takes over again like it did earlier. This time at the thought of her belonging to me. “Tell me you’re mine.”

I nibble on her neck, wanting her again. I want to take her home and have her all to myself in my bed.

She answers with a moan, and I guide her hand over my aching cock.

“Tell me.”

“I’m yours.”

“Good girl. No one else will ever touch you.” As I say those words, I know I’ve officially lost my mind, and the worse part about losing it is I don’t want it back. “You will forget everyone else before me. Everyone who’s ever touched you.Everyone.”

Suddenly she stills, and her lips feel frozen against mine as if all the warmth has been taken from her body.

I look down at her and notice straightaway that something’s off.

“What’s wrong?” I search her eyes.

“Nothing. Nothing’s wrong.” She shakes her head. “I should go home now.”

It’s like she’s just shut down.

She fixes her top and pulls on her jacket, her eyes clouding.

“Billie, what’s going on?”

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