Mr. Vincenzo | 18+

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For nights to come, everytime I laid in bed, I thought of Vincenzo.

This was the first night I was back in my room and Julianne was not beside me anymore. All I could think about again was Vincenzo, his touch, his dominance, his cock, and the claim he staked on my body that night.

I knew I should not be thinking about a man I'd never meet again.

I should not be fantasizing about a man I could pass as my father.

I should not have slept with a man that age.

But I did, and I did not regret it.

I wanted him to fuck me again, and again, and again until I no longer thought of him like this.

My hand slipped inside my panty as my mind wandered to when his mouth was there. His tongue moved swiftly, lapping, sucking—my finger found my nub, stimulating it, imagining it was him doing so while with his mouth on my clit. I moaned as my rubbing bacame furious and my pussy wetter. I spread my legs further apart and my other hand went inside my top, squeezing my breast and hardened nipple just as he'd done.

I breathed heavily but his cheeks weren't tickling me, my hand wasn't big enough, my fingers weren't thick enough, and I couldn't feel the build up.

My doors and windows were locked. I lifted my hips and slipped down my panty, then got up and threw away my top as I'd done earlier with my bra. I laid back, feeling the cold hit my throbbing pussy. I let my two fingers slide in with only his thought on my mind. He clutched my boob, an inadequate support, and drove his three fingers in me, watching and enjoying as my body bounced to his command. I moved my hips to feel my tiny fingers, adding a third and a fourth to let it slide deep in me. My hips buckled as my fingers found a sensitive spot.

"Vincenzo..." I moaned. My other hand went down to rub my clit. The stimulation increased and so did the speed of my fingering. I arched my back, my nipples standing out to cold, and thought of how he liked it.

On my hands and knees, he groped my boobs while fucking me relentlessly. I felt every jerk in my upper body and one time, he pinched my nipples while deepening his thrusts and it almost knocked me off with pleasure as my upper body experienced the lurch they hadn't until then. He fucked me like that and he fucked me without.

"You're looking so sexy with my fingerprints and hickeys all over you," he whispered then, "especially like this."

The fingerprints had faded and the hickeys were fading.

But it wasn't him touching me now. It weren't his teeth digging into my flesh or his tongue sensationalizling every mark he left. It was only my inadequate self, my tired hands, and my imagination of him touching me, filling me, marking me, and ruling me, ruining me.

I couldn't come and I realized, I never got the chance to circle my lips like that, like he wanted around his cock.

~ • ༶ • ~

Another Christmas passed and Jesus still wasn't able to unbore the lectures.

Aryanna tapped her foot constantly as if all she wanted was the bell to ring ten times more than others. And this girl came in fifteen minutes late.

I held down her knee. "What's wrong with you?"

"Oh, everything's more than right," she whispered back.

"Did you get laid on the new year or what?"

A furious blush covered her cheeks.

"Gosh, you slept with Reyansh Vasudevan."