EroticReverie

Celia Caruso

Of course I’m on birth control. I have been since I was thirteen due to my insane period. But he doesn’t need to know that. The motherfucker can sweat. He can sweat even more than he is now as he pounds into me from behind. Fucking me on my hands and knees. My knees digging into the couch, my hands gripping the arm rest as I throw my ass back harder and harder. 

Usually guys with egos like Vaughn’s are compensating for something, like a small dick. But Vaughn Valebrook did not have a small dick. No, his asshole personality was simply due to his elite fuck boy bullshit. His cock was impressive. Very fucking impressive. It was god damn perfect for me. A little more than just enough in its length, and thick. Really. Fucking. Thick. 

He’d loved the way I’d nearly squealed when he first slid it inside of me. But fuck him, I wouldn’t let him know how god damn good he stretched me, even though he can feel it each time he pounds into me. Just how tight I fit around him, how his cock pushes in and commands my wet cunt to take each full thrust. I hated how god damn good it felt. I hated that he was driving me fucking crazy and that I’ve never had sex this hot before. Slapping him was a fucking bonus. I wasn’t ever rough during sex, but with him? He made me want to tear him apart. Just the way he promised he would do to me. 

With him behind me , I feel the manic grin on my lips with each grunt and curse he makes. Each time he speaks my name like I’m his fucking god, has my pussy gripping him tighter. Was I the best fuck? No. Probably not. But I was currently fucking Vaughn Valebrook with every single thing I’ve got. I was going to make sure I was HIS best fuck. I don’t know what’s come over me. But I can’t fucking stop. Between the shit with Taylor and then Vaughn’s bullshit, they had me flipping a fucking switch. I wouldn’t be walked on my his bitch ex and her friends. And I certainly wouldn’t let him or any man for that matter control me and think he could have the upper hand with me. 

He’d been adamant about that fucking condom at the start. Which told me all I needed to know. Vaughn Valebrook might be a hot asshole, but he wasn’t stupid. And I hope my assumptions are correct that he’s never fucked without one till now. 

“Fucking-ungh-“ he grunts as he pants. His large hands gripping my hips as I keep fucking him right back even though my stamina was nearly burnt out. This is a god damn workout and a half. It feels like fucking sex boot camp with the amount of sweat slicking my back and making my hair stick to my neck and shoulders and chest, strands are plastered to my face and I feel his fingers sink into my hair and I groan at the delicious pull , his hand making my hair tug, my head craning back and my scalp lighting up, the sensation making my pussy so fucking tight as it squeezes around his cock. 

“You…have…the..tightest…ungh…fucking , cunt” he grunts.  

“Don’t forget wettest ” I hiss as I throw my ass back. 

“And warmest” I moan and he groans. 

“Celia” he groans and then drops my hair and grabs both hips again and slams harder. Panting and groaning as he too tries to force his stamina. 

The pain of him hitting deep is lighting me up, I never knew how much I liked it hurting till now. Maybe it was only because I knew I was ruining him too. That I swallowed the fucking pain for the end game. Make the elite king nothing more than my fucking pawn. 

“Is that all you’ve fucking got for me?” I hiss over my shoulder. Our eyes lock and my pussy clenches. God, that face of his wasn’t fair. The second I lay eyes back on him , I lose a bit of my fucking reign and control. Because he’s so, fucking, beautiful. It’s annoying. So god damn annoying. 

“Youre a wicked little whore Celia” he grunts and tries to fuck harder. But he’s already giving me all that’s left of his energy. 

“And you fuck like a bitch Vaughn” I hiss and watch his jaw tick and I laugh while moaning. Because I could pretend , but not well enough to hide the fact he was truly fucking me better than I’ve ever had it. 

“This is what Taylor was crying over?” I ask and he growls. I grin at him. 

“She can have you back if this is all you’ve fucking got Vaughn” I say and then look away and face forward again. 

“Hurry up and finish, I’m getting bored” I lie. I’d drain myself for him. He felt so fucking good. And knowing the most infuriatingly attractive man I’ve ever seen was inside of me , had me on a fucking cloud, I was high on our tension and chemistry. I hate to admit it. But it’s there. And we’ve just poured gasoline on the flame by coming into this pool house and fucking each other like rabid animals. 

“You are such a bitch” he groans. 

“It’s not my fault you can’t fuck” I moan. Vaughn growls and then slams deep and I cry out. He’s over me. Hand leaving one hip. Going to the couch as he dips his head down right to mine. His cheek against crazy sweat drenched hair as he groans in my ear. 

“You can quit pretending you aren’t loving every fucking second of me being inside you Celia” he growls.

“Just fucking cum already” I pant. 

“In your pussy?” He groans. I moan at the sound of that fucking voice. It sounds just how he looks. It’s devastating.  

“In your little rapist pussy?” He groans and thrusts slower now and it’s too fucking much. It’s worse. So much worse because it’s fucking perfect. Both of us panting hard as we take a “break”, going slower. 

“You tired? I thought you were going to ruin my pussy?” I ask and he chuckles. 

“Trust me. I already have.” He groans. 

“You know this feels good Celia.” 

“You know how fucking superior this cock is to any other you’ve ever had” he groans. 

“You wish” I moan , but my pussy is so fucking wet and cinching around him with each breath he takes against my ear, each thrust he makes slow and deep inside of me. 

“I’m gonna find out every single guy you’ve let in this cunt before me, and make them pay for sticking themselves into MY fucking girl” he groans. 

He’s fucking crazy. He’s possessive. And it pisses me off over how hot I find it when he’s inside of me threatening anyone who had me before him. 

“That’s a long list” I breathe as I lie. 

He growls. “How long?” 

I smile to myself. Hearing him get angry , his growl rolling down my spine and making my pussy throb. 

“Youre gonna need a few extra sets of hands to count that high” I moan. 

“Youre such a little liar” he groans and then kisses the side of my head. I blink at the soft gesture. It throws me off and the discussion of how many partners I’ve had is over. 

“Pretty little lying bitch” he groans and moves and slaps my ass as he grabs my hips again and slams deep and hard and I scream. Again. Again. He throttles my fucking hips. Fingers digging in posessively. 

“Cum on my fucking dick Celia” he growls. 

“I’d have to enjoy it first” I hiss. 

“Quit playing games. And cum.” He growls. 

“Don’t like games you can’t win?” I breathe. 

“I always win Celia. Always.”