It Hurt's Instead

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As we walk into the new house I can't wait to take my shoes off.

"I don't want this night to be over" I whine

"It doesn't have to be over" Vincent flashes me a wicked grin

"I thought we agreed to take things so?"

He walks up towards me placing my hand onto his crotch.

I gasp a little just starring.

"I can not handle another second"

I had to admit myself I was horny all the time.

But fuck knowing he felt the same just did something to me.

His hand cups my left cheek making me look at him.

"Do you think you can handle a little fun?"

I nod my head almost desperately.

"Words Mila"

"Yes"

He grins pulling my body closer into his.

Instantly his lips crash onto mine.

So full of hunger and lust, but so passionate.

It was leaving me breathless and by how he was backing us into the kitchen.

It told me that was the least of my worries.

He turns me around to the island in the middle of the kitchen.

I can feel his lips kissing my neck as his finger trails down my back causing a shiver to run down my spine.

His hand then goes back up to the zipper of my dress.

He slowly pulls it down before sliding the straps off my arms.

The dress falls the ground as I feel his hands grabbing my ass.

"Step out the dress" he orders

I do as he says slightly spreading my legs as I do so.

He kicks the dress somewhere on the floor before his attention falls back to me.

His hand trails back down my spine again making me shiver under his touch.

He bends me over not bothering to take my bra off like he usually does.

He pulls my panties down ever so slightly leaving them around my thighs.

His hands roam all over my ass spreading the cheeks.

"Spread your legs a bit more little one, I want a better view"

"Vincent" I whispered under my breath

His hand comes crashing down onto my ass making me gasp loudly.

"Speak up little one I can't hear you"