EroticReverie

Vaughn Valebrook 

This girl could make me do anything. Apparently that includes sucking her thumb like it’s a god damn cock. I liked being in control. I liked being dominant. Submission wasn’t my fucking forte. Until now. Until fucking Celia. She wants to call me a good boy? Make me fucking beg? Make me suck her thumb and fucking torture me before she admits she’s mine? Fucking fine. Sign me the fuck up. 

I thrust into her hard and she moans loudly as she pushes her hands to my chest and further down near my pelvis like she’s trying to control how hard I fuck her or how deep ago. But there’s no way for me to surrender that kind of control. I want her too much. Fucking need to be as deep as I can inside her. 

“Oh god” she cries as I grab her fucking hands and pin them to the floor above her head and keep drilling into her. My hips thrusting selfishly , just to watch her body writhe and her pretty face twist in a mix of pleasure and pain. Celia Caruso has the sexiest fucking sex faces I’ve ever seen. They’re fucking hot. Beautiful. Cute even. Whether she’s whimpering with her perfect brows pinched and her mouth parted on gasps and moans. Or whether she’s glaring at me with devious grins and a single look that lets me know she knows she’s ruining me for any other woman. Nothing will ever compare to her. To this day I’m fucking high on her, I’ve been drunk on her since I laid eyes on her. At first she was a fucking game, something I simply wanted to claim because I could. But that night in the pool house changed everything. Her and that devious little pussy changed everything. Her stubborn refusal of giving me what I want , has me fucking crazy. Celia Caruso is the first girl who didn’t swoon over my attention. The first girl to put me in my fucking place , the first girl to drive me so fucking crazy that I can hardly focus on anything at all but her every second of the day. 

There was no doubt about it. I loved her. I might be young and maybe people will think I’m too young to decide that Celia is the one for me. But she is. I know deep down , I’ll never fucking want anyone the way I want her. 

“Oh god baby” she cries and I nearly fucking lose my load as her words fill the air and her pretty tits lift into the air as her back arches off the tile floor while I fuck her rough and hard. Gripping her wrists hard and I slam my hips into her with every thrust. Celia Caruso calling me baby was fucking kryptonite. She could make me fucking do anything if she fucking added that ‘baby’ to the end. 

“It’s yours” she cries as her voice cracks on a little scream and I groan hearing her tell me her pussy is mine unprompted. 

“Oh fuck, it’s yours baby, it’s yours” she pants and I curse as lifts her head. My hands still pinning hers. 

“Let go of my hands , I need to touch you” she whines. Fuck. My hands move and Celia grabs my fucking neck and pulls me down and pulls her self up higher and her teeth bite my fucking lower lip. Just like she did in the pool house. I grunt with a hiss as Celia draws blood. I can feel the skin split slightly. Taste the metallic tang of my own blood and then her tongue is licking over my lip and behind it and then sucking it into her mouth as her pussy clenches around my cock while I fucking stay still and let her fucking play hot little fucking vampire with my lip. 

Celia is a fucking freak. She doesn’t want me to call her one because she’s for some reason ashamed of her desire for things that aren’t fucking vanilla. I didn’t particularly like drowning her, but I have to admit, it was hot as hell at the same time. Maybe it was more to do with the trust she was giving me, my love for control and power. I don’t know. All I know is if she wants to share her little fantasies with me, I’ll make every single one come true. And apparently she has a taste for my blood. Which honestly, makes my dick hard as fuck. Or maybe she just likes hurting me. Maybe it’s both. 

“Fuck you taste so fucking good” she moans and my dick throbs. Nope. It’s definitely not just about hurting me. Celia Caruso likes the taste of blood. 

“Youre so fucking hot” I pant and she hums with a devious little grin against my mouth. Then pulls me down as she lays back. 

“Make my little tits bounce Vaughn” she says and I fucking close my eyes and curse. 

I need a brief fucking second before I explode inside of her. Or combust all together , because her dirty words do it to me every fucking time. I could listen to her talk dirty and never have my dick inside of her ever again. And still fucking cum as hard as I do inside her, just hearing that fucking voice say dirty shit to me. 

“Fuck me asshole” she whines. 

I growl and open my eyes. 

“What the hell happened to baby?” I scowl at her and she gives a wicked little grin. 

“Only when you’re a good fucking boy” she says and her hand lifts and grabs my neck and she’s squeezes. 

“Now fuck me and suck my fucking fingers like a whore while you do it” she hisses and two fingers are shoved in my fucking mouth. Why the fuck am I so turned in by letting her have control or talking to me like this? 

I suck her fingers and she’s grins and licks her lips. She pushes them in and out. 

“Yeah baby, suck them real fucking good for me” she moans.  I was going to fucking but in her if I fucking moved at all. 

“Fuck me with your big dick you hot fucking whore”

“Jesus” I groan around her fingers and bite them and she hisses and hooks them behind my teeth. 

“Fuck me or I’ll find your father and let him have my fucking pussy” 

I see red and snatch her fucking wrist and she laughs and but it’s not fucking funny. Not at all. 

“Shut your fucking mouth.” I growl. “That’s not cute. And it’s not fucking funny” I say as I pin her hands again and she shrugs. 

“I don’t know, it’s funny to me, I like pissing you off”

“Celia , I’m serious don’t-“

“Mmmm does he have a dick like yours? Or is his bigger?” She hums and rolls her hips. 

“Maybe daddy can fuck better than you” she taunts me and I grab her throat and her eyes widen. She sucks in a wheezing breath. She fucking moans. 

I know what she’s doing. I know she’s fucking with me. But it doesn’t matter. It’s pissing me off. And not in a fucking good way. 

“You don’t fucking talk about him. You don’t fucking even joke about it. You think I’m an asshole Celia? My father is far fucking worse.” I growl. And my thumb pushes harder into her the side of her neck. 

“That’s okay, apparently I’m into assholes, maybe I need him to-“

I smack her across the mouth and grab her face and bring mine right down to hers. Her eyes water slightly but she fucking moans. This is exactly the reaction she wanted. She’s fucking turned on by my hand across her face and the hard hood I have on her jaw. She tries to fucking bite my lip but I pull back and push her head against the tile as I hover over her. 

“That’s a limit Celia. Mention him like that ever again and you lose me. I don’t care how much I fucking love you or need you , I’ll fucking cut you out of my life if you ever say shit like that again to me. Do you fucking understand?” I growl and her eyes are watering and she nods. 

“You can be a little shit talking brat all you want, but not about that.” I breathe hard and she nods. 

“Sorry” she says panting. And I know she means it. 

“I just like when you’re rough with me” 

“Then just fucking ask for it Celia” I growl. 

“Be rough with me” she pants. 

“Please baby” she breathes and I groan and kiss her mouth. 

“Youre gonna fucking kill me Celia” I groan. 

“Necrophilia isn’t one of my fantasies, you’re good Vaughn” she says and I can’t help but laugh softly. 

“I love you” I groan and kiss her again and my hips move again slowly. 

“I said be rough with me” she whines. 

“Patience sweetheart” I groan and kiss her cheek and then down her neck as I thrust slowly. 

“Vaughn” she whines. 

“Hmm?” I hum against her neck and bite it softly and then suck hard as I thrust slowly into her bucking hips. We’re both going different paced, her greedy and desperate, mine slow and teasing. 

“Please. Not like this” she croaks. 

“Why not?” I hum with a grin and keep kissing her neck softly and then I feel her body shaking and a little whimper. But not the pleasured kind. I lift my head and find tears in her eyes. 

“What’s wrong?” I ask as I keep thrusting slowly. 

“It hurts” she cries. 

My brows pinch and slow down. 

“How does this hurt?” I ask her and lift one hand and wipe the tear that falls down her cheek. 

She pushes my hand away and goes to try to get out from under me. 

“Talk to me” I say as I grab her and pull her up and sit her in my lap , my cock still inside of her. 

“I don’t…” she shakes her head. 

“I don’t like it like that” she cries and goes to cover her face but and grab her hands and she turns her head. I cock my head slightly and watch the tears roll down her cheeks. 

“I can’t make love to you?” I ask her and she shakes her head. 

“Ever?” I ask. 

She shakes her head. I swallow. And pull her head into my chest. Her chest jumps with little cries , my hand strokes her back. 

“Will you tell me why?” I ask. 

“Because” she croaks. And I sigh. 

“That’s not an answer sweetheart” I say as I rub her back slowly. 

“I don’t…want it like that” she says. 

“Why Celia?” I ask. 

“I don’t want to love you” she says. Ouch. Well that fucking stings. But I just keep rubbing her back. I kiss the side of her head and she moves it away and pushes at my chest. 

“Hey, stop, Come here” I say gently as wrap my arms tight around her. She tries to move and tries to get away.  

“Celia, stop, please” I say as she cries and shakes her head.

“Let go of me” she cries and tries to push at me.

“Please” I whisper. “Talk to me” 

“I don’t want you” she cries and pushes off of me. I know it’s not the truth. Maybe she’s just scared of the fact she does. Maybe everything we’ve done today is just catching up to her and it’s all too much. 

“I won’t make love to you, will you please stop” I say as she keeps trying to push at me. 

“Let me go!” 

“I fucking can’t!” I yell at her and grabs her face and she freezes and keeps crying as I look at her and sigh and press my forehead to hers. 

“I fucking can’t” I repeat softer and she sniffles. 

“I’d rather be fucking your father.” She says and my breath stops and my nostrils flare. My hands drop and I don’t fight her as she climbs off my lap. I don’t know why she’s doing this. But I just sit there as she stands. She pauses. 

“I didn’t mean-“

“Go Celia.” I cut her off. 

I know she just said it because she knew it was something that would trigger me and make me upset. 

“I just wanted you to let me go. I needed some space!” She cries. 

I stand and she wipes her tears and I look down at her. 

“Congratulation sweetheart. You got it.” I say and walk past her. 

“Vaughn wait!” She cries and she’s grabbing her clothes to follow me as I grab my pants and throw them on. 

And I’m out the front door before I even hear her footsteps coming out of the hall. 

But I don’t leave. I sit in my car and wait. She runs out. Her blouse buttons crooked and her blazer over her arm and her shoes in her hand. She stops at the top of the steps. Looking at me through the windshield and then walks down the steps. 

She gets in the passenger side. 

She closes the door and sits there. 

“Seatbelt Celia” 

“I don’t want you to take me home” she cries. 

“Too bad. Seatbelt.” I say. Looking out the windshield. My hands gripping the steering wheel. 

“I shouldn’t have said that. I just, it was the only way I could think of making you let me go, I couldn’t fucking breathe, I told you to let me go!” She cries. 

I turn and snatch her seatbelt and pull

It over her and she grabs my face. 

“Don’t fucking touch me” I say and slap her hands away. 

“Baby please” she cries. 

I shove the seatbelt into the lock and grab her fucking jaw. 

“No.  You don’t get to call me that anymore. You’re done.” I say and her lower lip trembles. 

“Vaughn please, you don’t understand” she cries.

“BECAUSE YOU WOULDNT LET ME UNDERSTAND!” I yell at her. 

“God damnit Celia!” I say and hit the fucking roof of the car with my fist and she flinches and keeps crying. 

“I’m sorry!” She cries. “I’m fucked up!” 

“Not my fuckjng problem anymore” I say and she sobs as I throw the car into drive and speed off. 

I could handle anything. She could fucking say anything to me. Not that. And I’d fucking warned her. Told her. Would I fucking cut her out of my life for it? No. There’d be no cutting Celia out of my life. But I need to fucking get her out of my sight right now and need to fuckjng go blow off some fucking steam. 

“Why do you hate your father?” She asks and I huff and shake my head. 

“Doesn’t matter , does it?” I ask. 

“I didn’t meant to hurt you. Or…I did…. But not because I wanted to, I just. It’s too much. I don’t know why I’m scared of having feelings for you alright?  But I am! And I just, I felt too much all once for you, and I’m fucking scared! You scare me. You scare me so fucking much because you’re the first person I’ve shared those parts of me with. And I’m scared. I’m so fucking scared Vaughn” she cries. And I swallow as I keep driving. 

She twists the hem of her dress in her fingers as we drive in silence while see her tears plop off her chin and onto her blouse from the side of my eyes. 

“I really am sorry. It was a shitty fucking thing to say after you told me it was a limit” she cries while choking out the words. 

“Please dont stop talking to me” she sniffs. 

“Are you going to ignore me forever or just right now?” She asks. Her head turning. Little sniffles as she looks at me and my jaw clenches as I keep looking forward. 

“Am I still yours?” She asks and my eyes shut for a moment and I open them again. Still saying nothing. 

“Please?” She asks. “You can be mad at me, you should be, I was a bitch, but I need you tell me we’re not really done” she cries. 

“Please” her voice cracks and I’m at my fucking limit. I swerve off on the side of the road and throw it into park. 

I throw my head back and take a few deep breaths as she sniffs and wipes her cheeks. 

“I’m sorry” she says softly her voice shaking. “I really am, I’ll never do that again, I just…I felt like I was suffocating and you wouldn’t let me breathe for a second, and you were asking me to explain something that I couldn’t , but I’ll try, I’ll tell you whatever you want” she cries. “Please” 

I turn my head. And fuck. Even in fucking tears she’s still the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. 

I undo my seatbelt and then reach over and undo hers. 

“Come here” I say with defeat. Because I can’t push her away. Because I don’t fucking want to. I can’t punish her for more than ten god damn minutes. Celia moves quickly and climbs into my lap slips her arms around my middle, around my back between the seat and my body and she buries her face in my neck. 

“I like you.” She sniffles. “That’s the best I can do right now. That I like you more than I can fucking stand. I barely know you and I like you more than anyone else I’ve ever been with.” She says and kisses my neck. 

“Youre intense. Really fucking intense Vaughn. And it made me angry and made me frustrated and I didn’t understand why. Because I’ve never liked guys like you. I always thought what I wanted was a normal guy. But then I realized that I was angry because I liked how intense you were. That maybe I was wrong about the kind of guy I wanted. Because maybe a guy like you is the only one that can handle someone like me.” She says and kisses my neck again. 

“I’m sorry I was a bitch” she says. “I’m really sorry”

“Do you still love me even though I was mean?” she asks and I slide my hand into her hair. 

“Yeah” I say quietly. 

“Do you forgive me for being mean?” She asks as she lifts her head and looks at me. 

I nod once. 

“Really or are you just saying that to make me shut up?” She asks. My lips twitch just a bit. 

“Don’t ever do it again and we’re good Celia” I say and she nods and then lifts her hands to my face. 

“I know you want me to be your girlfriend…but I just…I need a little time to process what I’m feeling …I think…I just…I’m scared of what this means about me…I’m scared of being vulnerable…and I’ve been vulnerable with you…shared parts of me with you I’ve been to scared to share with anyone else…and I hardly know you…the fact I trust you as much as I do…it’s fucking terrifying” she says and I nod. 

“But I want…” she pauses and her hands slide over my chest. And then back up and she still doesn’t continue. 

“What do you want sweetheart?” I ask softly and she lifts her eyes to mine. 

“You” she says. “I want you” 

My hands go to her sides and I rub her waist and down over her hips. 

“I want you” she says again. 

“I think I need you Vaughn. Like…need you need you, like I don’t have a choice in the matter. Like you’re mine and nobody else’s” she says and my dick loves that. A lot. Her pussy pushes down and she rocks her hips. 

“I am yours. I’m nobody else’s but yours.” I tell her and she moans slightly as she drags her pussy back and forth over my dick through my pants. 

“I’m not anyone else’s either” she says and I groan. 

“Vaughn?” She asks softly. 

“Yeah baby” I answer and she leans in and kisses me. 

“My aunt and uncle won’t be home for awhile…Will you take me home and come inside and …Will you be rough with me?” She asks. 

I groan as I grab her ass and thrust against her warm pussy , feeling her heat through my pants. 

“I’m not ready for you to make love to me, will you just fuck me, please?” She whimpers. 

“Sure sweetheart, I’ll do that for you”