Page 489 of Filthy Elites

“Please, no, please,” I beg as his thumb leaves my clit and I cry out. The sound that falls from my mouth is desperate, almost a mewl as I try to lift my hips off the bed, following him as he leans away, begging him to allow me to come.

“You don’t want me. You want Hunter. You want to rubmycunt all over my brother.”

“Please,” I choke out.

“Please what?”

“Don’t stop.”

“Ask me,” he orders

“Make me come.”

“Ask nicely.”

“Please, please, please,” I chant.

“The only way you get to come is on my dick.”

Two fingers fill me again and I almost splinter, just at the feeling of fullness. My body is so worked up, my muscles are itching and burning with the need to release some of the tension he’s built with this awful game of tease and deny.

“Your muscles are so fucking tight I can barely move,” he taunts.

“Please,” I pant.

“I’ll give you a choice, little bird, you can go back to your room and sleep, but you don’t get to come or you can take my dick and earn as many orgasms as you can before you pass out from pleasure.”

A better girl would run while she had the chance, but right now there’s nothing but want consuming my body. No matter how much I hate him, I can’t deny that my thighs are slick with my arousal and my skin is so hot and taut I feel ready to explode if I don’t get some release soon.

“Please,” I whine, releasing my hold on his hand that’s still pinning me down.

“Do you want me to fuck you, little bird? Do you want my cock in you so deep you can taste my cum at the back of your throat?”

I nod and his smile is wicked.

“Arms above your head, hold on to the headboard.”

I do as I’m told, lacing my fingers through the slatted wooden headboard and gripping tightly. Shuffling backward, Sebastian climbs off the bed and slips off his jeans and boxers, his dick popping free and bouncing up to hit his stomach. He’s big, bigger than I remember, the head red and dripping precum as he climbs back onto the bed and crawls between my parted thighs.

“Condom,” I croak as the wide head touches my entrance.

“No,” he says, pushing forward and letting the tip of his cock slide into my soaked core.

“I’m a virgin,” I cry, fear making me tense and grip down on the head.

“I know,” he smirks, slamming forward and breaking through my virginity with a brutal thrust.

I scream in pain, the searing burn so much more intense than I imagined. Without even pausing, he moves, fucking me viciously as his hands hold my hips tight enough to bruise. The pain barely has a chance to fade before his thumb is on my clit and he’s forcing me into an orgasm, my body exploding, my muscles jerking and twitching.

“Good girl, now I want you to come on my cock,” he snarls, tilting my hips and reigniting the sparks his fingers had ignited earlier. I come again with a cry, but he just keeps on fucking me until the pleasure and pain become one and my eyes start to roll back in my head. “Another one, little bird,” he orders, working my clit until a third, agonizing orgasm splinters, leaving sharp shards of bliss in its wake.

My body goes lax, too exhausted to do anything but lie there as he holds me up, his hard dick slamming mercilessly into me again and again.

“You’re not done yet, Starling, you either come again with my cock in your cunt or I’ll shove it into your ass and you can learn what it’s like to have your tight little asshole fucked raw.”

“I can’t,” I moan.

“You can and you fucking will,” he growls, sliding his dick from me a moment before he flips me onto my stomach, drags my ass into the air and forces his dick back into me again.

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