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I launch forward into Vincent’s arms. He’s quick to grab my ass and haul me up into his arms. My lips land on his, harsh and unyielding, and he returns tenfold. Our mouths are chaotic as they clash together. We are all teeth and tongue. Violence and desperation. Pain and lust. This desperation coursing through me is all consuming and I plead with him to satiate the need I have pulsing between my thighs.
“Vin,” I beg him as he drags his mouth to my neck, biting and sucking his way across my flesh. “Please.” I don’t realize we are moving until my back hits the cold, tile wall of the shower. One of Vincent’s hands leaves me long enough to turn the shower on and then it’s back on me. Cold water rains down across the both of us, but I don’t mind because I’m burning alive from the inside out.
“Fuck, baby doll. What the fuck are you doing to me?” Vincent shoves his pants and boxers down swiftly and steps out of them, kicking them to the side. He latches his mouth back to mine and I gasp when I feel the head of his cock brush my entrance. He groans as he reaches down and aligns himself with me. He thrusts forward, pushing every thick, delicious inch of him inside of me.
Nirvana.
“Vin!” I scream as I feel him stretching me wide. It’s been so fucking long since he has been inside of me and I can feel the slight burn of him stretching me, but I welcome it. Vincent doesn’t waste any time. He pounds into me ruthlessly. My back smacks against the wall with every thrust and I know there will be bruises covering every inch of me tomorrow.
If I live to see tomorrow.
My head falls forward and rests against his shoulder as he thrusts his cock in and out of me. Every thick, hard inch of him fills me wholly, and for the first time in six months, I feel complete. It sounds cliché, but it’s the truth.
Whether I die today, tomorrow, or even five years from now, there will never be another. Vincent is it for me.
I feel all-consuming heat swirling in my core, and I know I’m going to come soon, but I want Vincent there with me. I grip his shoulders as hard as I can, holding on for dear life as he ravishes my body. My right hand brushes over the scar marring his right shoulder and thoughts of why he has a scar there makes me flinch. I shake my head to disperse the memories of what I did.
“I’m gonna come,” I mumble. My head feels light and my ears ring. Vincent speeds up his thrusts and I scream as my head flies back and smacks the wall behind me.My nipples brush across his chest and every movement forces me to clench around him. When his grip on me tightens, the pain elicits the most intense pleasure.
“Fucking come for me, baby doll,” Vincent demands. He peels his torso from me, and the water beats down heavily on my chest before he shifts us over until it only rains down on him. He slows his thrusts, pulling back until only the head rests inside of me before slowly, oh so fucking slowly, thrusting back in and flicking his hips forward once he is fully seated inside of me. He leans back to bring his right thumb to my clit. He rubs me in circles and with his intense movements, it only takes a few seconds for me to lose it.
“Fuck!” I surrender to the intensity and let the pressure explode inside of me. I feel hot all over and my entire body tingles as I shake in his arms. I vaguely hear Vincent growl his approval through my daze as he keeps circling my clit. Once I come to, I peel my eyes open and lock them on Vincent’s face. He keeps circling his hips, his cock hitting every possible fucking nerve inside of me and I twitch in his arms. He slows his pace until he is barely moving.
“Vincent,” I whine, and he smirks at me. Without saying a word, he moves his finger from my clit to my entrance and I gasp in surprise as I feel his finger pushing next to his dick inside of me.I tense at the intrusion.
“What are you doing?” I ask breathlessly, but again, he doesn’t fucking answer. Instead, he keeps pushing his finger against my entrance and I cry out as he presses it inside of me, right next to his dick.
What the… fuck.
“Damn, baby. You’re so fucking tight,” Vincent murmurs. I clench at his words. His stare is locked at us joined together and I drop my gaze to watch too. I’m rapt as I watch him move in and out of me, torturously slow. The aftershocks of my orgasm still work through me, and I shudder. He leisurely increases his pace and the feeling of being so fucking full of him is too much.
“Look at you, baby doll. So fucking full of me,” Vincent rumbles into the air between us and I clench involuntarily at his words.
“That’s it. Fucking squeeze me.” I contract my muscles again and Vincent groans as he begins to thrust faster, harder. The pain of his finger and his dick inside of me is almost too much, but it’s enough to get me close to the edge of falling again.
My eyes flutter closed as I let the pain and pleasure swallow me whole. Vincent was always good at making me feel both and now isn’t any different than before. Vincent’s grunts have me peeling my heavy lids open to stare at him and what I see almost has me coming right then and there.
His hair is drenched from the water beating down on his back. Water drips from the ends of his hair—which is the longest I have seen it—and falls on his chest. His muscles ripple with every thrust inside of me and the veins wrapping around his forearms make me want to drool. Blood runs down his now mutilated arm onto the shower floor beneath us and the sight of his blood pushes me over the edge.
I throw my head back against the tile wall as another orgasm hits me full force. A scream tears through my throat as Vincent rips his finger out of me, but my screams are swiftly silenced when he shoves said finger into my mouth. I automatically suck and moan around his digit as he continues to work his cock in my pussy.
When the aftershocks of my orgasm have faded, Vincent steps back from me, pulling out, and sets me on my feet. I wobble because my legs feel like jello and he’s quick to grab me.
“Good thing you don’t need to stand for this,” he chuckles darkly before shoving me down to my knees before him. I know what he wants, and I fucking want it too but with his cock now mere centimeters from my lips, I can’t help but remember that bitch sucking his cock right in front of me—because he let her. In fact, he told her to.
The memory has me clenching my jaw. “Open your fucking mouth, baby doll,” Vincent purrs and I shiver at his tone.
Maybe if I just give in…
I don't take too long to consider, given the circumstances and the huge cock right in front of me, practically begging to be licked. I lean forward and run my tongue along the head, circling it before curving my tongue around the underside.
“Mmm,” Vin hums and I feel pride swell in my chest. I love making him feel good… I wrap my lips around his thick head, sucking briefly before pulling back and running my tongue along a vein. Vincent tangles his fingers in my long, wet hair and pulls it back to guide my head over him. He always has to have some type of fucking control.
I work my tongue over his shaft, before sucking his cock into my mouth. I gag when I feel him hit the back of my throat and when I try to pull back, Vincent thrusts forward, making me gag even harder. My eyes water and I press my hands on his hips to push him back, but it doesn’t work. He shifts his hands to the side of my face and fucks my mouth brutally.
I quickly realize there is nothing I can do, so I drop my hands and kneel in front of him, letting him use my body however he wants. I did try to kill him… Letting him use me is the least I can do before he kills me.
But he saved you from killing yourself.
