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I’d fucking destroy him, I hated him so much.
“Whoa, wait.” I hadn’t noticed that Elliot had reached for his pants, which he’d discarded on the bed beside us, to pluck out a condom. He unwrapped it and had it rolled on within seconds. “Safety first.”
“Shut up,” I murmured, forcing my lips back to his.
Breaking away, I sucked in a sharp breath, and slowly, carefully, lowered myself onto him.
A tingling warmth rushed through my pussy as the tip of his shaft came in contact with my skin.
“You don’t have to be on top,” Elliot said, and I looked at his face to find him grinning like a maniac. He enjoyed seeing me struggle like this. Fucking sadist. “Wannaswitch?”
“Don’t be dramatic,” I breathed.
Pushing my hips lower, I felt the head of his cock slip inside me. The sensation—slick heat—made my stomach go wild.
I lowered my forehead to his. His breath was warm against my lips, smelling faintly of alcohol. I didn’t mind. Waiting a moment more, I took in a deep breath, then pushed my hips, slowly, lower onto him. His dick sunk up into me, and I felt him arch under my stomach, trying to press himself farther in.
I relented.
I felt a slight pinch of pain as my pussy expanded to accommodate his size. Taking in another sharp breath, I thrust my hips farther down, and flexed my legs wider on either side of him as his dick slid deeper inside. Realizing I’d been holding my breath, I dipped my head into Elliot’s shoulder to let out a deep sigh.
“Still waiting for some action, sweetheart,” Elliot whispered, turning his neck. As he spoke, I felt his teeth nibbling at my earlobe. It didn’t do shit for me. He couldn’t tell, but my hands were balling into fists at his sides.
He had a knack for getting me worked up about meaningless insults.
I thrust my hips down, taking him, all of him, inside me. The result was like lightening—dunking my head under the water in a hot bath without first dipping my toes in. The sensation ripped through me. My thighs trembled as I rose my hips once again, letting a little of him go, before plunging back onto him. The second time, his hips moved with me, and in moments, we were one, plunging, sculpting, fucking slow, fucking deep.
Soon, whatever twinges of pain that had sparked up in my pussy had dissipated, and I moved at a faster pace. I slid him in and out of me, feeling my walls expand a little more with each thrust, each gasp of air.
“Fuck,” I moaned. Elliot reached up his hand toward my backside as if to help guide me, encourage me. “I don’t want to stop.”
“Then don’t,” he hissed back, his fingers clenching around my ass cheek. He bucked his hips higher and higher as I rode him, and with one hand, I ran my fingers through his beautiful, jet black hair, buried my nose into it, loving the thick smell that now coated everything from his sweat to the tang of his shampoo.
We were moving fast now—up, down, up, down, in, out. I could feel my pussy growing numb with ecstasy, and a moment later, the surge of pleasure that could only be described as sultry—hungry, powerful, enough to pass me out across his chest—erupted through me.
“Not bad, Kitty Kat,” Elliot breathed, his grip tightening on my shoulders as if he were afraid I’d fall to the floor as his own orgasm peaked within me. I still sat on top of him, his dick wedged all the way up in me. A smile streaked across my lips.
It was a wicked smile, and I didn’t have to see it to know that. It was the smile of someone who’d won a majestic fucking battle—and I just did. I’d ridden the throne of high school agony, molded it into the shape that I wanted. Shame into glory.
And that’s all I ever wanted.
Slowly, I lifted myself off of him, letting out a breath as his cock slid out of me. Both of us panting, I threw myself on the mattress beside him, and let us bask there in that moment for just a few seconds before pushing myself up to gather my clothes.
“What?” Elliot whined, sitting up. “That’s it?”
I let out a snort. “What the fuck do you mean, that’s it?”
He was stunned into silence. I didn’t even thinkheknew what he meant. I’d gotten what I’d wanted—a shocked-stupid Vivian Russo—and he’d gotten what he’d wanted—pussy.
My part was done.
“Look,” I said sarcastically, already pulling my shirt back over my bra, “I’dloveto stay, but I got my own lame party to get to.”
Now it was his turn to snort. “Lame is right.”
Shrugging, I smoothed out my shirt, and moved to pull on my pants in a hurried motion as Elliot swung his legs over the side of the bed and reached for his own clothes. While I stared at him hard, unafraid, he kept stealing glances up at me as every inch of my skin that once had been forbidden to him was covered back up. I took my time, which must’ve killed him, and made me grin even more as I finally slipped on my shoes.
“Seeya,” I said, throwing up a peace sign as I sauntered out into the hallway, leaving him.
