Vincent's Desire

b***h

I glared at Johnny. "f**k you," I spat.

"Anytime you're ready, Frances." He smirked.

I groaned in anger and shoved him backwards. "God, you're such a f*****g asshole. You're the most frustrating person I've ever met, you know that? How do you," I took a step towards him, "always make me," I jabbed a finger into his chest, snarling into his face, "so f*****g mad?"

To make matters worse, he didn't seem the slightest bit bothered by my angry outburst. He almost looked amused. "The question is why I always make you mad, and that answer is simple." The dark glint was back in his eyes. "I like making you mad because you look really, really hot when you're mad." His voice sounded gruff and heavy, laced with desire.

I was against the wall now, with one of his hands braced against the flat surface behind me. He leaned in close, and I gulped at the proximity, the familiar clenching sensation returning in my core. I was dripping, I was sure of it.

"You're such a f*****g b***h, you know that?" he rasped. Johnny grinned teasingly. I bit my lip to keep from moaning out loud. There it was again. He was undoing my defenses and he probably didn't even realize what it did to me when he called me that.

"Do you know how much it turns me on when you act like a conceited little b***h, hm? Do you even realize how hard I am right now?"

Without warning, he snaked his hand around my waist and pulled me roughly against him. The hard bulge pressing against my stomach confirmed his claim. I gasped at the feeling of him, hard and prominent against me, but more so at his boldness, the nerve of him to call me a b***h, then press his f*****g boner into me. I gasped at my own lack of shame, because his boldness didn't disgust me. It only turned me on even more.

With newfound bravery, I slid my hands slowly up his chest and wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him down so I could rasp in his ear, "Then why are you wasting time?"

I grabbed the sides of his face and pulled him down, crashing his lips to mine. He faltered for a second, inhaling sharply before responding. He moved his lips fervently, showing zero restraint as he placed searing kisses on my pliant lips. He suddenly bit down on my bottom lip, tugging on the flesh. My yelp of pain and surprise was absorbed by another kiss, muffling the satisfied moan that followed. All I wanted was for him to bite me, anywhere, everywhere. He could do anything to me if he made it hurt that good.

Suddenly, he pulled away, ignoring my whine of protest. His cheeks were dusted crimson, his mouth pink and plump. As if he noticed my staring, he quickly darted out his tongue and swiped it across his lower lip, smiling knowingly as my mouth ever so slightly parted.

"I hope you know what you're doing, Frances," Johnny said. "You know where this leads, and I can't guarantee I'll be nice enough to ask you this again, so I'm only gonna ask you once: do you really wanna do this with me?"

I couldn't think straight enough to give him any attitude. "Y-yes," I whispered sincerely. Johnny cupped my cheek and tipped my head back to give me another kiss, bruising and wet.

"Are you sure? Cause last time we did this you left me in the morning..." he nuzzled the side of my neck, his warm breath tickling my sensitive skin.

I reached up and locked my fingers into his hair, bringing him closer to me. "I want you. Please Johnny, I want it..." I said, making my voice high and whiny.

I felt his entire body stiffen against me. He removed his face from my neck and stared at me, wide eyed and fascinated. "Is that so?"

I nodded desperately. I probably looked pathetic, but I didn't care. There was an aching between my legs that only he could take care of. "Please, I want you so bad. I bet you would f**k me so good, you'd give it to me good, wouldn't you? Please..." I wrapped my arms around his neck and placed messy, wet kisses against his throat. His Adam's apple bobbed against my mouth when he gulped, and he tangled his fingers into my hair, pulling roughly at my scalp. I rolled my hips into his rock hard erection.

"f**k, f**k, stop." Johnny hissed, and pulled me backwards by my hair. "That's it. Upstairs. Now."

With the final four words, he gripped my wrist and dragged me behind him, weaving us through the room and up the stairs. I stumbled behind him, struggling to keep up with his much longer strides in heels. As soon as he guided us into my bedroom and slammed the door shut, he shoved me roughly into the wooden surface and attacked my lips once again. Pain shot up my spine, rolling over me in waves of pleasure. I made fast work of pushing his jacket over his shoulders, desperate to feel more of his skin, dragging my nails along his taut arms.

He chuckled. "Eager now, are we?" He pulled away and peeled off his shirt, revealing his subtly defined chest and toned stomach. I didn't even try to hide my excitement, ogling his lean muscles.

"See something you like?" I tore my eyes away from his body to find him grinning teasingly. I bit my lip and traced my fingertips over his abs, when suddenly he gripped my wrists and slammed them back against the door. I whimpered in pain as he continued to press them into the hard surface.

He glowered at me menacingly, burning into me with a gaze so threatening I looked away shyly. He pressed his mouth to the side of my face, grazing his sharp teeth against my jaw.

"Not so fast, darling," he said, voice trembling with telltale signs of measured restraint.

"Did you forget already? I told you you were gonna regret blowing me off earlier. I need to get a little payback."

"What are you talking about?" I whimpered as his hot breath washed over my pulse point, sending chills down my spine.

He chuckled acerbically. "Remember? In the kitchen? What was it you said? Oh, I believe you said I'd never stand a chance with you? That you'd never let me touch you again?" He growled. "You said something else, didn't you?"

My words came back to me, along with the uncomfortable stiffness of regret. I opted to bring back the innocent princess act in hopes he wouldn't punish me too badly, and pouted my lips. "I didn't mean it."

"Oh, you didn't?" He cupped my cheeks with one hand and squeezed, making my lips jut out further. "So you don't think I'm pathetic anymore?" he spat.

"Or am I only good enough to touch you when you're horny?" I was sure I looked like a puffer fish with the way his fingers dug into my cheeks and made my lips pucker.

It was a little humiliating, but for some reason, I found myself submitting to him in a way I'd never given myself to any man before. Maybe it was the fact that he was so experienced and he had so many girls crawling after him.

"Answer me, Frances." he tipped my head back against the door, exposing my outstretched neck. "Still think I'm just fuckboy trash? Hm?"

I laughed quietly, breathing through my nose. He went stiff. "What's so funny?" he asked, releasing his grip on my face.

I looked him straight in the eyes. "You are absolutely, one hundred percent, fuckboy trash."

His eyes nearly turned into slits. His mouth set into a hard line. "Bitch."

I threw my head back and laughed loudly this time. "God, you're so p***y whipped, aren't you?" I momentarily forgot to keep up my submissive act. The opportunity to insult him was too irresistible. "You'd probably let me get away with anything, huh? I could walk all over you and you'd still fantasize about being inside this cunt."

For a few moments, he gaped at me, then he breathed a faint breath of laughter. "Such filthy language from such a pristine girl. You're really asking for it, aren't you?" he said softly, gently brushing aside the baby hair near my forehead. Then out of nowhere, he grabbed the top of my hair and jerked my head backwards. I emitted a tiny squeak of stinging surprise, and his teeth edged near my ear.

"And to think, I considered going easy on you, seeing as you're used to getting f****d gentle and sweet. I am gonna absolutely wreck you, Frances. Bet you'd be into that, wouldn't you?" I tried to nod, but his grip was too tight as he held me in place.

"Bet Kaleb and your other boyfriends never talked to you like this, right? They never figured out that under the innocent little act, you were just a filthy whore." All I could manage was a whimper, that turned into a shuddered gasp as his hand suddenly reached under my dress and cupped my dripping slit.

"Oh, f**k," I moaned.

"Jesus, baby girl, you're soaked." He marveled in wonder, and started to move his fingers up and down, spreading the slickness all over my p***y. "Who's this all for? Who made you this wet?"

"I... oh, you, it's all for you," I whimpered, aching for him to move his hand faster. "Please, Johnny, go faster..."

He smiled, and he drawled out the next sentences with peak cocksure smugness. "Patience. Tell me, did this happen in the last few minutes? Surely not. You must've been wet all night. Have you been walking around all night with your c*m dripping out of you like this? Answer me," he growled, tugging on my hair and forcing my head back even more. I felt the strain in my neck, needles stabbing down my spine.

"Yes!" I cried out.

"What got your panties soaking first? Was it Kaleb? Were you keep thinking about him f*****g you?" Johnny asked, bitterness seeping through his voice. I shook my head. "No? Then when? When you were talking to me?"

"Y-yes..."

"It was when I was cleaning up your thigh, wasn't it?" I hummed in affirmation. He chuckled. "Of course it was. You filthy... little... slut." I whimpered again. I didn't know I was the type of person who could be turned on by power play and degrading insults, and I knew later I would be haunted by the memories of letting someone debase me like this, but for now, I had no shame. I wanted more."You got turned on by such an innocent gesture? I was just trying to clean you up, Frances. I guess you're just too dirty to be cleaned up. Are you dirty?"

"Yes," I whispered.

"Are you a dirty little slut?" he continued massaging my p***y, his palm rubbing my clit in slow circles. I would've said anything at that point to get him to continue.

"Yes, I'm such a dirty slut... oh fuck..."

"That's what I thought. Now get on your knees and act like it," he said icily. He suddenly slipped his fingers out of my underwear, leaving me to stand awkwardly with my dress bunched around my thighs, legs open, p***y throbbing and drenched. I didn't hesitate to obey. I dropped to my knees, ignoring the painful pangs as I landed on the hardwood floors.

He frowned. "What's wrong? Are you alright?" he asked worriedly, out of character from his dominant demeanor. I didn't expect him to notice my wincing.

I nodded reassuringly. "I'm fine."

"Hm, good," he resumed his clipped tone, "then take off my belt." I stared hungrily at the tent in his pants and unfastened the leather strap like I was unwrapping a Christmas present. "Good girl. Now touch me."

His usually relaxed face was now stony and detached. He stared down at me coldly, his arms joined behind his back. I shuddered, the desire to please him overwhelming, the need to gain his approval and praise, unravel him. I hesitantly reached out and traced my fingers along the bulge over the black cotton material of his boxer briefs. Above, I heard him emitting a low growl. Taking his reaction are reassurance, I continued, palming him, caressing the gentle curve of his c**k, folding my fingers along the edge and rubbing him up and down.

I didn't know what force possessed me to lean forward and place a gentle kiss along his clothed shaft, but when I did, it made him hiss. "s**t, did you just kiss my c**k? Do you just love it that much?" I nodded, placing kisses along his shaft, making little satisfied, humming noises as my mouth made contact. "God, you look so perfect like this..."

I leapt into action, spitting into my hand and spreading the slick liquid up and down his shaft. He was glistening in the light, shiny and smooth lubricated with my saliva.

He groaned as I ran my fist along his shaft, then swore and braced his hand against the door behind me as I licked the small pool of precum that had collected on his slit. I let the taste settle along my tongue.

He was pleasantly salty, and pleasantly him. I continued kitten licking the head, then swirled my tongue around it. I couldn't get enough of the smooth, slick surface. "Mmm, you taste so good," I cooed.

His fingers wound through my hair again. He collected my hair into a makeshift ponytail, and jerked my head back. "Alright Frances, playtime is over. Time for your punishment. Open wide." An excited shiver ran down my spine as I dropped my jaw as far as I could. He smirked. "You're being such a good girl for Daddy." Another shudder ran through my body, and I bit my lip. He smirked.

"Stick your tongue out for me." I did as he said, and he cupped my jaw, holding me in place. "I'm gonna f**k your mouth. Would you like me to f**k your mouth? Use you like the w***e you are?" With my mouth wide open and my tongue sticking out, I nodded fervently. He shook his head and tsked.

"Good little girls don't get this excited about a c**k in their mouth. You're being naughty, and you're about to find out what happens to naughty girls."

With that, he slipped his c**k into my mouth, pushing in until he hit the back of my throat. I gagged immediately at the intrusive force, my body fighting against the invasion. I breathed in through my nose and forced my throat to relax.

Tears brimmed the corners of my eyes, but I wouldn't ask he to stop, not until he was satisfied. After several painful seconds, he finally pulled out. I gasped in large gulps of air. Strings of saliva hung off my mouth, connected to his tip. "f**k," he groaned.

"I didn't expect you to hold me in your throat for so long. You really do love my c**k, don't you?"

I nodded. "More?"

His eyes sparkled. "This is supposed to be your punishment, but you're enjoying this, aren't you? Unbelievable. I guess I'll just have to f**k your face harder. Do you want Daddy to f**k your face harder?"

"Yes, please," I whispered, voice cracking with desire. "Please f**k my face, Daddy." he wasted no time in shoving himself into my face.

He held my head against him, gripping my hair tight, and gently stroked my jaw. I gagged again, sputtering unattractively as my throat closed around him. I swallowed instinctively at the intrusion, and he let out a strangled.

"f**k, do that again. Swallow around my c**k for me." I did as instructed, swallowing three more times, knowing full well I would feel the symptoms of my damaged throat tomorrow, before I dug my nails into his thighs, signaling that it was becoming too painful. For several seconds, he stayed put, and I tried to be the good girl he needed me to be and stayed still. Finally, he pulled out.

"f**k that felt so good, I almost came. Oh s**t, are you alright Frances?" he leaned down to inspect my features, gently wiping a stray tear on my cheek. "I got carried away. I'm sorry baby." He frowned.

"I'm fine, really." I sniffled, wiping saliva and his precum on my chin.

"Oh, look at you," he cooed, "your mouth all swollen and f****d out, your tears and my c*m on your face. This is the face that's gonna haunt my dreams. No wonder why I haven't noticed before but you look so freaking beautiful this way."

His voice took on a worshipping reverence. I doubted anyone else could have buried their c**k in my face like that, then made me feel like an angel afterwards. "Get up."

Once I stood up, he turned me around to face the door, pushing me roughly into it. He brushed aside my hair. His fingers found the zipper of my dress, his nimble digits undoing the metal teeth, running smoothly along my spine in the process. A cold breeze washed over my exposed skin, and I shivered when he pressed into me, his erection digging into the crack of my ass.

"Do you feel that? I've had to deal with that all night, from the moment I saw you standing there in that f*****g dress. Lift your arms up," he muttered, and peeled the garment off as I put my arms in the air.

I was suddenly very aware that I was completely naked, exposed to Johnny as he reached around and cupped my breasts, massaging them with his fingers. I moaned, leaning back into his touch.

"You had the nerve to dress like that? Do you know how many guys were staring at you all night? I'm not usually a jealous guy, but I couldn't have them swoop in and take what was mine, not when I worked so hard to get you here in the first place."

He suddenly pinched my n*****s and twisted them between his fingers, pulling on them. It was just on the right side of painful."Johnny," I cried out, "please, please..."

He chuckled. "Did you ever think you'd be begging me to f**k you against your door? Did you ever picture yourself like this when you were calling me fuckboy trash? Which reminds me, I figured out why you hated me so much. It's because of Kaleb, isn't it?"

I tensed at the mention of his name."I don't know what you're talking about."

"Come on, Frances. Kaleb lied to you about his past and broke your heart, now you're scared that before we can start anything I'm going to leave you with Jessica or Skylar again. That's why you said you hate me. But you know what? I didn't deserve that. Sure, I slack off, but the way you talked to me... well, it wasn't very nice. You were such a f*****g bitch."

Johnny suddenly bit down on my shoulder, digging his teeth into my skin. His knee wedged between my legs, spreading them apart to position himself at my entrance."So you know what I'm gonna do? I'm gonna f**k you like the b***h you are."

His large hand dug into my hip bone as he shoved his c**k inside me without a morsel of gentleness. I cried out in pain, but soon the sound turned into moans of pleasure as he pulled out, then shoved himself back in, hilt deep. He f****d me so hard his hips slammed into my ass. His c**k was big and hard and I felt every inch of him inside me, stretching me out, filling me up.

"Say my name," he grunted.

"John," I moaned, holding onto the door as he thrusted into me harder. "Oh God, right there!"

"Right here?" he repeated the motion, continuing at the angle as his tip brushed against my walls. He felt like heaven in this position, his mouth over my ear, his hot breath whispering filth.

I was close, and I clenched my walls around his c**k. He sensed my impending climax, and he slammed into me faster and harder. "Go on, come for me, show me how good I make you feel."

I closed my eyes and focused on his grunts and groans in my ear, the resounding smacks he delivered to my ass, the feeling of him going in and out of me. It didn't take long for me to find my sweet release. With a strangled moan, I came, and he chuckled affectionately.

"That's it, that's a good girl." But he didn't stop thrusting into me.

I gripped his wrist. "Wait, f**k, just stop for a second." The sensation was too much. I was too sensitive, still recovering.

"You're a big girl, you can take it," he mumbled against my shoulder. "God, you're so wet right now, you feel so good around my cock." I bit my lip and hung my head, letting him f**k my overstimulated p***y.

When he came, he shoved himself in all the way, and I felt him cumming inside me. He groaned lowly into my hair, holding me as he spilled. Finally, he pulled out, and I felt some of his c*m drizzle down my inner thigh.

"f**k, that was amazing. I knew you're a good f**k, but I didn't know you'd be this good." He cursed as I fell down on the floor after loosing my balance. I was a panting mess while I rested my back against the cold surface of the door.

He bend down and sat beside me, brushing away my hair from in front of my face. He stayed silent as he concentrated on the rhythm of my loud breathing, his eyes reading my face. "s**t, Frances. You really turned me on tonight. I'm sorry if I was really hard on you."

I kept mute as I rested my head against the door, eyes shut close. Silent consumed us for a few seconds until a thought hit my head. "Austin." I whispered, looking at him. "s**t, we were loud do you- do you think he heard-" I was trailed off by my own groan as I ran my hand down my face. "the last thing I want is for him to hear his parents- oh God."

"Should I check up on him? To see if he woke up or not?" He quietly asked, his voice not containing the s****l frustration anymore.

"Yes! Go!"