EroticReverie

Celia Caruso

Sitting in his car I stew in my anger. How had I let today even happen? Sure , I was taunting him with my little graffiti on the front of school and on his locker. But I’d let him fuck my mouth , and fuck me against a teachers desk. 

It was clear as hell what we’d done and the principal simply told him to get to class. Vaughn Valebrook wasn’t just pretending to be elite like some of the others. He is. He’s truly untouchable and I don’t know why it pisses me off but also somehow turns me on. 

He pulls up to my house and I hope he’ll just drop me off and leave, but of course he doesn’t. Vaughn turns off his car and follows me right inside. 

I wish my aunt and uncle were home because I know I’m going to end up on his dick again. Whether I like it or not. And let’s be honest, I’d really like it. 

Sure enough the second were in the door , Vaughn is taking his blazer of me and smirks at my own blazer and blouse underneath. The blouse he ripped open and ruined. There’s only one button that survived and he plucks it undone. 

“You ever come to school again showing off these tits to everyone, and I’ll destroy your cunt right there in the fucking hall for everyone to see.”

“Kinda defeats the purpose of not having anyone look at me.” I glare at him as he just smiles at my tits. His fingers grazing over my nipples. I didn’t know why he was so obsessed with them. They weren’t big at all.

“Shut your mouth and just stand here and look pretty” he says and I roll my eyes and open my mouth to argue but then he’s lifting me up. My hands going to his shoulders. My legs around his waist and he hoists me higher till my tits are right in front of his face. 

“These are so fucking nice” he exhales and I shiver as his breath pushes over my right nipple. 

“You have the prettiest fucking tits Celia” he says as he looks up and then smirks when he finds me with my mouth parted , softly panting as I wait for his mouth to touch them. Bastard. I hate that I enjoy the way he takes what he wants. I hate that I didn’t hate everyone in school knowing we’d fucked in the classroom. 

His lips smirk as they brush over my nipple and I whimper slightly. 

He brushes his lips over my nipple again, and again and my hands sink up into his hair. 

“Fucking suck them” I whine and shove my breast in his face, my nipple pressed against his lips as I pull his head forward and pull his hair. 

He chuckles but then opens his mouth and my head goes back and I exhale a curse as I feel his warm mouth around my nipple, his tongue pushing against the hardened point and then his teeth grabbing it making me yelp and then hiss as I look back down and he’s grinning at me with my nipple between his teeth. He bites down harder and I clench my fingers harder in his hair and his hands squeeze my ass as I writhe in his hold. I pull my chest back slightly and I groan when his teeth grip my nipple harder.  I watch the skin pull and feel the pain lighting me up all over. 

“Vaughn” I moan his name and he groans and releases it and then licks over it as I gasp and grind against him. 

“I can’t stand how fucking beautiful you are” he growls at me like he’s truly pissed about it. 

But then he’s carrying me up the stairs as if I weigh nothing. 

At the top of the stairs he sets me down and spins me around and I gasp, shaking as he slams me forward against the rail that overlooks the foyer. 

“Vaughn-“ 

“Shut up” he growls. “Shut the fuck up”

He snatches my panties from under my skirt and yanks them down then reaches up and pulls back both my blazer and his along with my blouse and tosses them over the rail and I watch them fall through the air and hit the foyer floor. 

I’m shoved back against the rail, and he flips up my skirt and then I hear the rustle of his pants. 

Would I fall over the rail? No. I mean, probably not. Would Vaughn push me over it? Who the hell knows. I know little about him and he’s crazy enough that he just fucking might. Maybe that’s why the fact I’m scared has my pussy dripping by the time he’s lined up. 

He grabs my hair in his cruel fist and yanks it back hard. 

“You scared little rapist?” He growls in my ear. 

I nod and he hums while I pant and then he thrusts into me violently. I’m sent to my tip toes, screaming as my body is slammed against the rail and the only reason I don’t double over the rail is because of his hold on my fucking hair. Keeping me held up. Just bent over the rail slightly as he drills into me again and again. 

“You fucking should be.” He groans and my pussy clenches as he keeps fucking me like it’s a punishment. Maybe it is. For what, I don’t know. For simply existing I guess. 

“Youre such a fucking whore Celia” he groans and I whimper. 

“Little rapist whore, making me addicted to fucking your tight little pussy bare” 

“God, you feel so fucking good” he growls and keeps punishing me. My scalp burning as he pulls my head back and then I’m looking up at him as he grins down at me. Grunting as my ass smacks off his lap while he cock penetrates so fucking deep inside of me. 

His other hand reaches around and then grabs my jaw and squeezes so my mouth opens and I flinch as Vaughn spits in my mouth. 

“You fucking beautiful whore” he groans and then kisses my forehead as he keeps pulling my hair back and I swallow his saliva. 

“Mmmm” he hums against my forehead and stills inside of me. 

I feel his cock pulsing. Feel the warmth of his cum pooling inside of me. His hips move only slightly as he releases inside of me. 

“I love cumming inside of you” he groans and then releases my hair and I stand there. Dripping cum as he pulls out and then steps back and I hear the zip of his pants. Turning my head of my shoulder I watch as he then just walks away. 

“Where are you going?” I pant and he’s already heading down the stairs. 

“Taylor’s place.” He says. 

I feel jealousy and anger flood my fucking veins. 

Was he going to fuck her too? Of course he was. He’s a bastard. I’m just his plaything. His shiny new fucking toy. Of course he wanted to fuck her still. She was prettier than me, had actual fucking tits. 

“If you go to her house. Don’t think you’re ever fucking touching me again.” I hiss. 

He picks up his blazer and smiles as he pulls it on. 

“You don’t make the rules sweetheart. And I’ll touch whenever I damn well please.” He says as he turns. And walks right out the fucking door.  

“ASSHOLE!” I scream. Knowing he can hear me. 

If he wanted to fucking play games with me. If he was going to fuck her. Then I could play games too. And I’d fuck someone else just out of spite. I know it’s stupid, but I don’t care. He was winning and I refuse to fucking let him.