EroticReverie

Celia 

My head hurts and I don’t remember a thing. I don’t remember falling asleep. Last thing I remember is being angry at Vaughn for going to Taylor’s. Then going to a pool party. I vaguely remember posting a story to my Instagram with the guy I’d learned was Vaughn’s enemy. 

But when I open my eyes. I’m in Vaughn’s room with him sitting up beside me on my phone. His eyes come to me. He’s pissed. So it worked. Good. But why was I in his bed and how did I fucking get here? 

“You ever do that shit again Celia, and I’ll fucking kill them.” He says and my brows pinch and I groan. 

“Youre being too loud” I say and lift my hand and cover my eyes and my forehead. 

Vaughn sinks down into the bed and grabs me and I let out an oof sound as I’m pulled against him and wrapped in his arms so tightly I can barely breathe. 

He’s. Hugging me? 

He pulls back and his hand comes to my face and I look at him. My brows pinching again. His eyes are wet. Is he…no he isn’t crying. He crashes his mouth to mine. 

“Don’t you ever be that fucking stupid again. You hear me?” He asks and I don’t even know what he’s talking about. 

“Youre mine” he says and kisses me harder. 

“Spray paint my name. Do anything else. But don’t you ever fucking put yourself in the situation ever again” he growls and then is pulling on my bikini strings and stripping off my top. Then my bottoms. 

“Ever. You hear me?” He growls and I just nod because his eyes are still watering. I don’t even know what he’s talking about. 

Vaughn is over me. Licking his hand and then putting it between my legs and I moan as he rubs his saliva over my cunt and then shoves his boxers down and pushes right into me. I let out a cry. Hissing as he stretches me. 

“Mine Celia. You’re mine.” He grunts as he thrusts hard into me. I don’t argue because it feels too good to argue. The pain between my legs of him stretching me open , takes away from the throbbing of my head. And I’m getting wet with each thrust of his cock and my legs lift around him and he groans into my mouth as he fucks me slowly, but hard. Like he’s trying to punish me. Apparently one single picture was enough to make him angry. 

His hand slides under my head and he cups it as he presses a kiss to my forehead and leaves his mouth there. Breathing hard as he drills into me over and over. My back arching and I’m moaning , clenching around him.

“Wait” I whimper. I push at his chest. 

“You fucked Taylor” I say and he shuts me up with a kiss. 

“The only person I’m interested in fucking is you. I didn’t do shit with Taylor. Didn’t even go to her house. I said that to piss you off” he groans and I pull his mouth back to mine and decide to tell him how fucking stupid he is some other time. I just want him to keep fucking me right now. 

“You were drugged by Richie. I found you with seven fucking guys ready to fucking use you Celia.”

I gasp and push at his chest. He grabs my wrists. Pins them and glares at me. 

“I beat the shit of Richie. The guys handled the rest. They had your fucking tits out and he was pulling off your fucking bottoms when I walked in. DONT YOU FUCKING DO SHIT SO STUPID EVER AGAIN” he yells as he thrusts into me and I cry. Not because he’s yelling. Or because his dick fucking hurts. Because it does. But because of what he said. It makes sense. Not remembering a damn thing. Losing a portion of memory. And because of not for Vaughn, I would have been assaulted. I was assaulted. 

“They had their fucking hands on you. On MY FUCKING GIRL” he growls and fucks me harder and I scream. This time because of his violent thrust, the punishing thrust of hips has his cock pounding deeper than ever inside of me. 

“I…I was careful…I don’t know how -“ I cry and he kisses me. 

“Promise me you won’t do that shit again. You don’t go to parties without me. You don’t hang out with guys that aren’t fucking me. You’re mine. I can’t fucking keep you safe if you insist on being so fucking stupid Celia” he growls as his eyes water.  

Safe? I didn’t even want to begin to question him on how he could want to ruin me and keep me safe at the same time. I wasn’t mad he called me stupid. I was. I had been. I’d almost gotten myself used by seven fucking scumbags just because I’d been jealous about his stupid comment about going to Taylor’s place. 

“Then don’t fucking tell me you’re going to Taylor’s place” I argue. 

“It’s your fucking fault” I hiss and he thrusts deeper. 

“I fucking know that. I made you jealous. Made you act fucking stupid. Don’t do it again” he growls. 

“I’m not jealous” I argue. Even now. Even when I should shut up and thank this fucking crazy bastard for being obsessed with me and saving me from whatever the hell that douche bag and his friends were going to do. 

“Shut up Celia” he growls. “Just shut the fuck up” 

I whimper and he rolls us over. 

“Ride me baby” he groans. “Fuckin ride me”