Page 561 of Filthy Elites

“Why, when I can fuck you?”

“In your dreams, asshole.” I bring my knee up, and he blocks it. I yell, arms flailing as much as they can within his hold. “Let me go!”

He chuckles, his hand leaving my breast to unzip my cream skirt. He finally lets go of my wrists. I push his chest, trying to get him off me. He ignores the effort, finally removing his knee from my crotch. The pressure and heat gathering in my core ease, alleviating some of my shame—though now my skirt’s falling to the floor, which is hardly better.

“You’re a brute. Get out.”

“Now, why would I do that?” His gray eyes seem so very dark from this distance. His soft mouth stretches in another smile, and he takes one step closer, completely eradicating the distance between us. His legs are flush against mine, and I feel a hardness against my stomach. “When you so very much would like me to stay.”

He’s truly lost it. “Go away, Chase. You’ve proven that you’re a complete and utter bastard, congratulations. But let today be a lesson to you: so am I. If you keep fucking with me, Iwillfuck with you right back.”

“A lesson,” he echoes. “Yes, I suppose one of us needs that.” He holds my hips and lifts me up against the wall, until I’m just a little higher than him.

My hands jerk his arm and I kick out, but any form of physical resistance is completely futile against this boy built like a fucking tank.

“Chase—”

“Yes, doll. Say my name just like that. Pleadingly. It won’t help. I’m not going to go easy on you. But I love hearing you beg.” He pushes his hips forward to secure me against the wall while freeing his arms, and shrugs off his shirt, then proceeds to tear my thighs apart.

It’s only then that I realize he’s serious. He wants to fuck me, right here in the entryway.

“You can’t do this!” I try to make him listen to reason. “Audrey is due back any time. You can’t—”

“Perfect. Then the whore can see just how good her little clone is at taking cocks. She’ll be so proud.”

“Chase!”

I see him fiddle with his pants under my hips. Oh my god, he can’t mean to…

“Please, Chase. Please, not here.”

“Beg some more.”

I feel the head of his cock against my panties.Oh, no.“You’re not wearing anything. Chase—”

“Do you have an STD, little whore? I can’t say I would be surprised.”

“No, but that’s not the fucking point. I’m not taking the pill.” Contrary to what he believes, I don’t bedhop every other day, and I’m not about to mess up my hormones for the sake of an occasional tumble. The pill made me sick when I tried, so I stopped. “This is crazy. You’re crazy. Please, don’t do this. We’re in the hallway. Audrey—”

He nudges my panties aside and presses the head of his cock forward, slow and hard. “So fucking wet. You’re coating my cock, doll.”

My breath hitches and I gasp at the sudden fullness, at the flood of heat, at his fuckingaudacity.“Chase! You can’t do—” I don’t finish my sentence, because he thrusts forward, hard.

Oh, fuck.

“I just have, pretty baby doll.” He withdraws his hips, leaning close to my ear.

And then he fucks me.

ChapterEighteen

I didn’t expect this.Nothing could have ever prepared me for it. I’ve fucked enough women to know exactly what sex is supposed to be like. This isn’t it.

Sex with Erica feels like winning the last football game of the season, getting drunk, and high, all at once, only it’s exponentially more. Nothing else exists. Not her mother, my father, the bullshit between us. All that matters is me and her.

She stops whining at my first thrust. She wraps her arms around my waist and moans, her body needing more. Demanding it.

I drag it out, not only to torture her, but because if I move in earnest, I’m going to come in less than a minute, like a fucking virgin. She’s so warm and tight and soft. Her hips sway to meet each of my deep moves.

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