Fun with Mike PurpleGuy Vincent POV

Part 2

I left the bathroom door cracked just in case she actually decided to follow me. I don't think she's that brave, but I could be mistaken. I turned on the water, adjusting it to close to scalding using my other hand to slide off my boxers. I took the hairband out and aggressively rubbed the back of my head. I stepped into the shower and placed my hands on the front wall leaning my head down, letting the water soak my hair. I moved my head back, opening my eyes and staring at the ceiling. It's all so mundane. Forming relationships, carrying out every-day tasks, conducting yourself in a manner that appeases the masses.... Life. Everything would be far more interesting if people acted on their thoughts. Like this bitch, she's made it abundantly clear she wants me to fuck her. But she is holding back, I'm assuming because of Mike. Breaking her will won't be hard and telling Mike that I got there first will be fun. I smirked as I washed my hair and then my body.

After rinsing myself, I stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around my waist. I walked from the bathroom to the kitchen I leaned my forearm against a wall, watching the girl as she was actually cooking for me. Who the hell does that? "I could have used a hand in there~" I said slyly. She jumped, almost dropping the plate she was retrieving from a cabinet. "Vinny! You scared me!" she said, turning to look at me and instantly getting flustered. She turned back to the stove before speaking "You didn't even tell me where everything was, I had to find it myself". I walked up behind her, loosely wrapping my arms around her shoulders and bending down to her ear "I didn't think you really came over to cook~" I said in a low raspy voice. She slightly leaned her head to the side showing more of her neck but then tensed up "I..I can't" she said weakly. "And why not~" I purred, running my fingers under the waist of her skirt.

"M-Mike. I don't want to hurt Mike" she said as her breathing sped up a little. "What he doesn't know won't hurt him, love~" I whispered, licking at her ear. "The... food's getting cold" she said as she placed her hand on mine that was trying to work it's way into her skirt. I quickly moved my other hand, sliding it up her skirt and began to rub her gently. "P-please..." she started. "Please, what? Harder?" I smirked as I began to rub her more aggressively. She moaned, squeezing my other hand where her's was still on. She can't pretend she didn't come over to fuck. She's not wearing any panties. Fucking slut.... I pushed two fingers inside of her forcefully as she let out a painful moan. Shit... I've gotta keep myself under control. I can't kill her yet and certainly not in my own house. Plus, I need her to get to Mike.

I started sliding my fingers in and out more gently. "Vinny!" she moaned. I grimaced hearing that name. I removed my fingers and spun her around to face me, pressing my lips to hers and running my tongue in her mouth. I pulled away and holding onto her wrist, walked over to my couch. Letting my towel fall, easily laid back on the couch keeping one foot on the floor. I ran my hand down my dick, gesturing to it with my head. At least with this in her mouth, she can't call me that stupid fucking name. She got on the couch on her knees and bent down, taking me into her mouth. I put one arm behind my head and moved my other hand to the back of her head. This is going to take forever. It was pleasurable but too gentle for me. It is so hard not to just grab her hair and slam myself deep into her throat. She is better than the guy from yesterday, though. I closed my eyes, thinking about my latest victim and moaned. I rocked my hips back and forth, attempting to make this bitch pick up her speed. I shouldn't have closed my eyes. Now I remember how tired I am. I attempted to force my eyes to open but it was useless.

I felt myself dozing off. I growled as I released into her mouth and immediately fell asleep.