A week had passed since I gotten my sling taken off, and while I did still have some pain and lingering bruises, I pretty much felt okay.

Vinnie had taken a couple days off work to stay with me, but he started driving me slightly nuts with his worries, therefore I encouraged him to go back to work soon after.

We had heard nothing more from my dad. I assumed he knew by now that Martin was dead and probably spilled the beans, so we figured he would try to lay low for the time being.

But after getting home from the doctors appointment to check my shoulder, I was sat on the counter top while Vincent cut me a bowl of fruit.

We had previously been in the media room watching a movie when my stomach sounded like a baby whale, so Vincent dragged me into the kitchen demanding that I eat.

My cheeks grew red at the thoughts that were swirling through my mind, there was something about watching Vincent's thick back muscles move while he was cutting my fruit, that just made me want to, I don't know, jump his bones.

He turned around and caught me staring at him as my face flushed a dark shade of pink, "Why're you turning pink, baby?" He questioned with a goading smile.

I rolled my eyes internally, brat.

"I asked you a question." He demanded from above me, holding my face in his palm, "What are you thinking about, hm?" He asked lowly as his eyes made their way down to my lips.

He placed a chaste kiss on the corner of my mouth, and I tried to move his mouth to meet mine, "Words, baby."

"Vincent." I deadpanned, slowly getting frustrated.

He knows what I want, he's just being a brat about it

He smiled, "I know, baby, but I want to hear you say it."

I figured I should just be bold, "Remember what you made me promise to tell you? About when I was, y'know, ready?"

"Mhm." He confirmed, moving his mouth down to my jaw.

"Well do I got some news for you." I joked up at him with a smile.

That was all the confirmation he needed as he picked me up from my place on the counter, and carried me to our room, kissing along my neck in the process.

We got into our room and Vincent planted me on my feet, his hand intertwining with mine.

"You ready?" He asked, his free hand cupping my cheek.

"Yes, daddy." I replied, smiling smugly up at him, and he squeezed my face in return.

Vinnie reached down to the place where my shorts and shirt reached, rubbing my lower stomach, before bringing his hand up slowly.

He reached for the bottom of my shirt, tugging it off and pushing me onto a sitting position on the edge of the bed before kneeling in front of me. He reached his hands out to cup my breasts that were confined in a bra that I wanted off immediately.

He slowly ran his fingers under the straps on my shoulder, and moving his fingers down tracing the outline of the cups, teasing me.

"I've noticed your a boob man." I taunted looking down at him, holding the back of his head while scratching his scalp lightly.

"It helps that you have fantastic tits. I can't wait to see how they look with my cum all over them."

I drew in a breath at his dirty words, tugging on his hair. He dragged a single cup down with his finger, before licking a long, slow streak up my nipple, then blowing some cold air on it. He ever so slightly began running the tip of his nose over my hard nipple, again and again, teasing me. He let go of the cup, and gave my other one the same treatment for a few minutes, before taking both his hands, and gripping the middle part where the bra connects in the front, and ripped the fabric apart.

I gasp out a "Vinnie" and he pays my words no attention as he smiles up at me, taking a nipple into his mouth while keeping eye contact. He sucks on it slowly, running his tongue over my piercing, and nipping it with his teeth. He lets it go from his mouth, and moves to the other, repeating the process, a bit harsher this time. He began to kiss all around my breast, leaving hickeys everywhere his mouth goes, making my breathing turn heavy, while I tug harder on his hair.

After a minute, he stands from his kneeling position, hooking his hands under my arms bringing me up with him, causing my legs to wrap around his torso.

He let me kiss him slowly for a second, before tossing me onto the bed. He gripped the top part of the back of his shirt, large muscles flexing in the process, pulling it off in one fluid motion. He reaches down and unbuttons his pants, pulling them down and off, leaving him in his boxers, with his large erection straining against the fabric.

He pulled my body toward him by my leg, making me yelp in return, reaching up grabbing the waistband of my shorts, and I nodded in response, making him drag my shorts and underwear down my legs, and thrown off somewhere to the side.

He got onto the bed with me, before whispering in my ear, "Sit on my face."

"What?" I asked, stunned.

sit on his face, what does that even mean?

"I asked my wife to come up here, and sit on my fucking face. Now."

He laid back, and I complied with his words, slowly making my way up to him. He took my thigh, and swung it over his face so my knees were beside his head. He tugged me down by my hips, holding me steady and I felt his tongue move back and forth, in small circles over my clit, making me push down more in response. I felt his finger at my entrance, pushing into me slowly, as I let out a soft moan, my hips beginning to go back and forth, as I felt an orgasm approaching.

I felt Vincent stick another finger in with little resistance from my body, as he hummed out in a deep voice that I felt in my fucking toes.

This sounds like he's stirring mac and cheese, I laugh internally.

He quickened his pace, moving his fingers and tongue in tandem, making my orgasm approached. I moaned out Vinnie's name, warning him what was about to happen. He curled his fingers inside of me, hitting that spot once again, making me cry out. Vinnie focused on that spot, hitting it again and again until I came undone on his face.

I moved off him, and he sat up slowly. His face was dripping with my cum as he wiped it with his hand, licking it off his fingers.

holy fuck

"On your back."

I let out a "yes daddy" while moving to lay on my back, but before I could, Vinnie's hand landed on my ass with a hard smack, making me moan in return.

Vinnie grinned as he reached into the nightstand, rummaging around, for what I assumed to be a condom.

Fuck that

"I can't get pregnant, remember? No tubes." I reminded him.

He looked at me skeptically, "You don't want me to wear a condom? I don't want to make you uncomfortable."

I shake my head, "I trust you. I want to feel you inside me. Bare."

He leaned down, attaching his mouth to mine, kissing me roughly, before pulling away, "You ready? We can stop right now if you want."

"Please." I was begging, but I didn't care. I needed to feel him inside me, right now.

"Tell me if it gets to much okay, I'll go slow at first, then you tell me when to go harder, yeah?"

"Yes, daddy."

He grabbed his dick with his hand, and stroked his length a few times, which made me groan out.

I fucking want to watch him jerk off

Is that like an actual thing people do? Because count me in

"You like that baby? Wanna see daddy touch himself?"

"Yes daddy." I agreed, cheeks flaming in response.

He began to rub the tip of his dick onto my wet opening, causing me to lightly moan. "I'll remember that. But for now, your pretty little pussy is going to stroke my cock, hm? Your gonna take daddy like a good girl?"

"Yes" I cried out, as he pushed himself into me, inch my inch, making me tense up.

"Your too fucking tight, baby, you gotta relax a little."

"Wait, Vin, it hurts, hold on" I cried out, and he instantly stilled.

"Can you-" I began to ask, but he already moved his thumb on my clit, rubbing it in a small circle, making me slightly relax into the pleasure.

"Tell me when to move." He instructed as his face contoured into a look of pain.

After a minute of him rubbing my sensitive clit, he moved his arm slightly to readjust, making him sink further into me, and this time, it felt better.

I tapped his arm, telling him to start moving, and he started pulling back until he was almost out, before sinking back in until his pelvis was touching mine.

I feel so full

"You can go a little faster, Vin." I encouraged him, and he started to move out a little quicker.

"Holy fuck I'm not going to last long like this." He groaned out, and fuck if it didn't turn me on even more.

"Harder Vinnie." I encouraged, and he did as I asked, and in response I gripped onto his biceps, nails digging into his skin, while my other hand went into his back, scratching all the way across.

He responded by leaning his head onto my chest, taking a nipple into his mouth, "I would keep your fucking tits in my face all fucking day if you'd let me. So god damn beautiful."

I felt another orgasm approach, and Vinnie must've felt it too as he moved his hand down, rubbing harsh circles on my clit.

He sucked on my breast, before biting down and toying with the piercing on my nipple with his tongue and teeth, giving it a tug and licking all around, moving the metal around as he hummed. He moved the opposite one for the same treatment, as I pushed my chest into his face as I came.

We stayed like that for a few minutes, Vincent whispering dirty words into my mouth, before groaning, "I'm about to come, baby."

I felt warmth filling me up to the brim, leaking out when Vincent pulled out of me. I was so exhausted that I could hardly move. Vincent laid next to me for a few minutes, whispering sweet words, and rubbing his hands through my scalp, before saying, "You gotta get up to go pee, baby."

I didn't really want to get up, but I knew I didn't want any infections. I was making a move to sit up when Vincent scooped me into his arms, walking me to the bathroom.

He put me on my feet, and turned around to turn on the shower as I sat on the toilet and reluctantly peed with him standing 2 feet away.

I'd never guessed I'd peed in front of him, but I just sat on his face, so humility was pretty much out the window.

I joined him in the shower, and he took his time washing my hair, and using a washcloth to clean my body, kissing me every couple of minutes.

"I love you so much, my little one."

"I love you, Vin."