Piss Me Off

Vanessa's POV

Sharp desire settled within me just then, igniting every single organ, his voice went straight to my pussy.

“W-what?” I stuttered, my mouth failing to form more words as I watched him reach my bed.

“I told you I was coming for more. Was kind of already expecting you waiting for me, touching your pretty breasts, moaning and waiting for me. Didn't we have that mutual understanding earlier on?”

Why was he so monotone like he wasn't bothered, getting me hot and fucked up at the same time?

“I completely forgot about that.” My heart hammered in my chest.

“That's okay. It's really okay princess, it's not too late.”

He invited himself over to the bed in the most mind wrecking way I had ever seen, and the second he got in bed with me, he flung the duvet away completely and removed his robe.

It dropped, and his glorious cock sprang right out. I took an intake of breath as he let me stare at him fully naked. His muscles were at ease for once, but his blazing eyes weren't. They spilled into mine, revealing his intentions to the last.

“Carmen…” I said softly, not even sure where to look. He had such a big dick. I was scared of it.

“Yes my love?”

“What…what are you doing?”

He was on his knees in front of me, his cock dangling between us as I possessively kept staring at it.

“I'm trying to seduce you. Is it working?”

I nodded my head. It was working. It was working really well. I wanted to run my hands over his chest, suck his nipples into my mouth, and I wanted to make him mine.

But I couldn't do any of those things, could I? Just as I sat there in my thoughts, he pulled me to him, took off my top anyway, and he started pinching my already sore nipples.

“I'm horny.” My head was thrown back, enjoying what he was doing to me.

“I know.” I responded breathlessly.

“I want you to want it though. I want you to want me back desperately. I want you to enjoy me. I don't want to fuck anyone else.”

“Desperately? I'm not quite there yet.” I lied through my teeth. I just had better restraint, but I was no better than he was.

He nodded his head like he was accepting it, but he still had options.

“I've seen your pussy already. Would you let me play with it again?” He tried reaching for my shorts but I pushed his hands off me, barely.

I couldn't believe I was still going strong. He's all I've ever wanted as a child, and now as an adult.

He was hot and ready for me, but could anyone blame me for being scared?

I didn't want to be discarded by someone like him. If we were doing this, I wanted him to want me forever, but men aren't like that now are they?

I thought I was strong and I didn't care, but now we were breathlessly already fucking in our heads, I realized that I was just terrified.

I shook my head, then I pushed him away.

“How about this, I could watch you stroke your cock, then help you swallow when you're about to cum? It looks so painful, I want to help.”

His eyes glowed darker.

“That means you want to completely ruin my life?”

“What? How?”

“If I see that image of your eyes looking up at me, swallowing my seeds, I'm not leaving you alone, ever. You will have to really suck my cock, and you'll suck it so hard and still like it, so don't ever offer me that again if you're not ready.”

I blinked.

God. He sounded so…scary. Why did my core dance? Why did it vibrate? What's wrong with me?

If another man talked to me like that, I might've been disgusted, but somehow, not with him. I believed him. I'm not sure I was ready to let him get tired of me just yet.

“Would you suck my toes then? They are clean. Pretty erogenous.”

His eyes snapped to me, and I could tell he was boiling.

“Are you dying to piss me off?”

I shook my head.

“Of course not. You'd love it if you tried it, I promise.”

He sighed deeply, shutting his eyes for a moment and letting out a little growl.

“Where did I pick such an evil girl like you from? Why did I let this happen to me?”

He ran his hands over his hair repeatedly, so frustrated I could feel the vibrations of his body without any body contact.

I guess he wasn't losing interest in me any time soon. That's too bad then. I will not risk being liked by someone like him and taking it for granted. I still needed him to want me for as long as possible.

As it stands again, Carmen Fisher is not getting anywhere near my pussy.

He laid beside me, very naked, and he just let me sleep in his arms. He said my warmth was good for him. I couldn't agree more.

For the rest of the week, we maintained a cordial relationship. He stopped coming to assault my breasts and he let it heal. He also stopped cornering me. It's safe to say he was probably ignoring or avoiding me.

I'm not sure I was happy about that. Okay I'm sure, I wasn't happy about that at all.

School was getting insufferable already, and somehow I was now hearing my name in gossip more often than not, which was insane.

Michael took me shopping for a dress, the one for the party coming up soon. It was supposed to be this weekend but somehow got postponed, so we had to wait.

I woke up early today, and I rushed straight to the kitchen after freshening up.

When the aroma of food hit me before I even made it to the kitchen, I frowned.

He turned in my direction like he already knew I was coming, a sly smirk on his face.

“I beat you to it today. Finally.” Well, I've been waking unbelievably early just to make breakfast. At this point it had become a silent competition between us.

“So you can talk, I didn't realize.”

I slid right into a stool, watching him.

“You'd rather I impose myself on you?”

I shook my head so fast.

“No no it's fine. You can impose yourself on me from time to time, not every time.”

I watched him disagree, and it kind of stung.

“I'm good, don't worry about it.”

Something in my heart kind of sank, and I started putting the pieces together. He's really been keeping my distance.

Was he losing interest? No…right?

I tried to push it out of my head and devoured my breakfast, then I retired to my room.

After a while, I began to crave ice cream, so I decided to get myself some. I left my room straight into the kitchen, and I brought out a bowl and started scraping out of it, putting it into a plate. It was so messy, ice cream leaking out of my hands and messing the whole place.

He appeared in casual clothing, his perfume filling up my nostrils.

“Where are you going?” I asked like I had the right.

“Grocery shopping.” He approached me, watching what I was doing with rather keen interest.

My head titled in sort of disbelief.

“You shop for groceries? You? As in, you? You know how to do that?” Nothing shocked me more than what he just said.

“Who doesn't? Why do you seem surprised?”

“I'm just shocked. Can I come with you though? I can price them cheaper, and I'm bored at home. I would like to see more of the city.”

He just side eyed me.

“I do malls.” That's when true anger spread across me. Malls? I mean I do malls, but for groceries? Like packaged goods that could kill you faster? I don't think so.

I shook my head.

“You're following me to the market, Carmen. No mall for you today, except absolutely necessary if we don't find most things in the market.”

“Hmm. I don't know about that. Besides, we can't get you more ice cream in the market.”

“You will follow me, and don't worry about the ice cream, you've clearly stocked enough. Didn't know you liked ice cream so much. You're such a baby…”

He just smiled, but it didn't quite reach his eyes.

“Funny how you'd say that, when I clearly got them for you.”