"Stop." I whined as Vincent sucked on my neck, reaching his hands under my silk night dress I borrowed from his sister's 'slumber space' and grabbing my tit, playing with my bare nipples. "Vincent Trancy hands off and watch the movie."

We were watching Twilight, but Vincent kept getting pissed off, and eventually, he found something else interesting. He started by pecking my lips, tickling me, kissing me, and then he started getting sexual.

"Why," he groaned. "You're so wet I can smell it. Why do you keep stopping me from fucking the daylights out of you?"

I sighed, still looking at the tv. "I–Vincent, my experience with sex isn't the best," I said truthfully. "I'm just scared 'cause you're like six foot five and huge, and you probably have a monster cock that's gonna fuck me up in a bad way. Plus, I wanna watch Twilight right now."

Vincent scoffed. "Don't be disrespectful, A'roya. I'm six foot ten."

Is that the only thing he heard?

I frowned. "Seriously, Vincent, I was only five inches–"

"I do not care." He cut me off. "As for you being scared, I understand. I could've figured it out myself, but there are some things I can't do because I simply care about your dumbass too much."

I smiled widely, my attention now on him. "Aww, Vinnie, I don't deserve you," I said, putting my hand on my chest.

"You deserve more, but you're fucking stuck with me." Vincent caresses my face, his steel eyes boring into mine. I give him a small kiss before I feel him push up my dress. "I won't fuck you with my 'monster cock' just yet. I'll wait forever for you, but I'm itching to taste you."

I gasped when he said that. "V–Vincent?! I–It's...my pussy." I said weakly.

What the fuck was that argument?

"Yes, A'roya, it is." He kissed my stomach, trailing down my thighs, sucking and kissing them both as I arched my back.

Then he stopped.

I looked up at him, and he smirked. "Oh, I'm sorry, consent, I need your consent. Can I–"

"Yes, yes, please," I said quickly.

His eyes turned darker, physically turning black. He slapped my clothed pussy, making me moan unexpectedly. "Please, what?"

"Please, sir," I said instantly.

Vincent's long sexy tongue swiped across his lips slowly as he smirked, showing off his fangs.

I almost cum at the sight. He's so sexy.

He bent down slowly, facing my aching cunt before slowly licking my still clothed pussy from the bottom to the top. My jaw fell open as I gasped, the movie still playing in the background.

"Vinnie," I breathed out.

He began to French kiss my pussy, sucking my clit through my panty. He dampened my panties until it was completely wet with his saliva and my juices. I rubbed my pussy against his face to get more action. It wasn't enough. I need more.

"Vincent, please...."

He continued his torture before I had enough. "Vincent, take it off," I moaned. "Take my panties off, please, sir."

Vincent groaned, obviously turned on by me calling him sir. He ripped it off as I gasped. He rubbed my hips before dipping his head between my legs, taking my clit into his mouth and rolling it with his tongue before sucking on it.

"Oh, shit, Vincent."

He stuck his tongue inside me, his cold piercing pressing against my g-spot as I cried out, almost cumming, but I held it, not wanting to cum so early my first time. My fingers laced in his curly hair as I arched my back. Vincent's tongue went back to my swollen clit, and he stuck a finger inside me.

I gasped quietly.

"Is this ok?" He asked against my clit.

I nodded. "Y–yes, sir."

Then he put another finger in, pumping in and out of me. "Oh my god," his fingers moved fast and his tongue even faster. My eyes rolled back as I moaned loudly, no longer able to hold back.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum!" I shook against his mouth, sighing in bliss.

This was better than watching Twilight. It felt better.

Vincent came up and kissed me. "You're so beautiful. You even taste beautiful."

I giggled against his lips. "Thank you?" I kissed his cheek. "Can you order some Mcdonald's?"

Vincent sighed, narrowing his eyes at me. "No."

"Vin,"

"No."

"Vinnie," I whined. "I'm hungry."

"Starve."

"Vincent, please, I want some Mcdonald's."

"And I want to fuck you, but we can't always have what we want, can't we?"

I swear one day I'm going to fight with him.

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After Vincent went down on me, I finally convinced him to buy me some Mcdonald's after ten minutes of arguing. Then I did some stupid shit to annoy him, and I fell asleep.

I groaned when I felt something on my chest, but then I realized this thing was too small to be Vincent. My eyes opened immediately, and I was met with a furry face and green eyes.

Vincent has a black cat? Oh my god, can he surprise me anymore?

"Um, hi?" I said to the cat as its head tilted in curiosity.

I picked it up and placed it on the bed next to me so I could sit up. Surprisingly, Vincent's cat is friendly, not a grumpy stereotypical cat. It followed me to the bathroom, and watched as I brushed my teeth.

When I sat back on the bed, it jumped onto my lap. I was spooked at first, I'm more of a dog person, but it didn't scratch me or try to. "You're so cute." I giggled when it purred, sitting on my lap as I pet it. "I wonder what your name is?" I asked.

"A'roya–" Vincent's eyes zeroed in on the cat. "How the fuck did you get out of your cage?"

The cat completely ignored him, turning to face me instead, and I laughed.

"Loki, get off her, you fucker." The cat immediately responded, jumping off the bed and stretching on the floor.

"Vincent, is that your cat?" I asked.

"No, it came with the house." He said sarcastically.

"You're so funny," I rolled my eyes.

Vincent scoffed. "Whatever, Loki was supposed to be in his cage, but he keeps finding ways to fucking escape and roams around."

"Why do you keep him in a cage then?"

"Because he likes to grab onto the curtains and my clothes and rip them apart."

I laughed, bending down to pet the cat again as it meowed. "It's ok. I don't believe him." I cooed.

"Ok, you're getting too attached. Let's go." Vincent pulled me away from Loki.

I lifted my arms up, signaling that I wanted him to pick me up.

What? He's a foot and some inches taller. He can do it.

He narrowed his eyes. "A'roya, be fucking for real."

"I am," I whined. "Pick me up, please."

Vincent sighed, rolling his eyes before picking me up. I squealed, wrapping my legs around his torso and my arms around his neck. "Happy?" He asked.

I shook my head. "One more thing, can you order some Starbucks?"

He let go of me, but I held on to him so I wouldn't fall on my ass. "A'roya, let go of me,"

"Vincent," I laughed. "I'm gonna fall!"

"Then fall." He said as if it was the simplest thing ever.