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“I can feel you staring, y’know,” Vinnie said with just a hint of satisfaction in his voice.

“Shut up. No, I’m not,” you said as you blushed your cheeks. Hopefully, this’ll cover up your actual redness?

“Hmmm, okay. Whatever you say, doll.” God, he just knows how to get you going. Nicknames like this will be the death of you.

“Quit teasing or else we won’t make it to your party,” you demanded but he was just a menace. He took slow strides towards you and you stopped your movements to look up at him.

“Maybe that’s what I wanna do right now, I don’t know, Y/n/n.” His fingers ghosted over your shoulder as chills crept up your spine. “I know you wanna get fucked against this table, baby.” He continued as he cupped your boobs through your baby tee. Your legs subconsciously parting, which wasn’t really a feat since you were wearing a micro miniskirt. He peppered sweet but sensual kisses to your neck as you tilted a bit to give him more room, his hand now squeezing it with his thumb swiping up and down. His other hand snaked its way down to your legs to part them even more as he inched his fingers closer to your core, his cold fingers a nice contrast to your heated middle.

“Vinnie…” you trailed off, eyes closing in the subtle pleasure. Even tiny actions like this send you off the rails and it’s taking too much of you to not give in.

“Just say the word, Y/n. They can always throw another party,” he cooed, voice dark and lustrous against your ear that you can feel the vibration from his lips.

He hitched your leg up so now your foot is resting on the edge of his table. You were completely sprawled out while Vinnie was still in his towel, his aching member begging to be freed and relieved. It was all completely up to you, even his continuous caressing of your ignited body. His large hand ghosted over your underwear and he felt how damp you were, already spoiling your panties. “So beautiful…” he trailed off.

“Fuck,” you said as you sucked in a breath, eyes closed to focus on the feeling. You let him continue with his actions as he now palmed your core, his middle finger just right on your slit. It didn’t help how you were wearing lingerie for later, which was when you actually intended to make love to him. But of course, he had other plans. His other hand squeezed your boob as you slightly recoiled and closed your legs all the while his hand still palming you down there.

“Fuck Vinnie, stop. We can’t,” you said in clarity as you gripped his forearm with all your strength, which wasn’t much because you were so weak from this forbidden pleasure. You shot straight up and opened your eyes, adjusting to the current situation, and made your way to the dresser to get new underwear but Vinnie stopped you.

“Nuh uh, princess. Keep wearing the one you have on now,” Vinnie said, looking at you up and down as if to torture you with your denial of him. Whatever. You rolled your eyes and scoffed as you put on your shoes and grabbed your bag, you won’t let this ruin the night. Plus, you were gonna get some later anyways someway somehow, it’s the boy’s birthday for goodness sake.

“Okay daddy,” you chirped and Vinnie slightly tensed. Two can play this game.

The ride was joyous given that Jett, Eamon, and Jack were all with you in Jack’s borrowed Range Rover because his Bronco broke, occasionally and randomly singing ‘Happy Birthday’ to annoy Vinnie. He had his hand in between your thighs the whole time, his pinky finger sometimes teasing you just because he can. But when you wanted to take matters into your own hands by guiding him to your core, he suddenly became a prude and muttered, “Not here, Y/n.” to stop you when he’s the one at fault in the first place. What an asshole.

“I fucking hate you, Vincent,” you said as you rolled your eyes in annoyance. You really tried to be in high spirits tonight but with this constant teasing and denial, you were definitely bound to break. Vinnie ignored your statement and just decided to leave you be, not wanting to cause a scene and potentially ruin the night when it barely just began.

Alas, you were finally at the club, and Nick, Rafy, and the rest of the team managed to pull off yet another party for your boyfriend. After an hour into arriving at the scene, the crowd sang for Vinnie, and well wishes and gifts were received by the very smiley boy beside you. Like always, the two of you were pushed back to the side to avoid the middle space full of drunk, underaged, and sweaty fellow influencers. Your back was on Vinnie’s chest while your ass was perfectly in place on his crotch area, his hands lingering now and then on your thighs and hips, keeping you close, too close, to him as if he’s afraid people will come and steal him away from you.

“You having fun, babe?” You asked, turning over your shoulder to meet his eyes as he sipped on his beer. The place was so dark and intimate that it would take someone to stare at you both to see you.

“Yeah but I wanna go home though…” he trailed off. Yes, it’s a normal thing for the both of you to want to ditch everybody just so you could lounge in sweats and pizza.

“Just a little longer, yeah?” You smiled as you kissed his cheek making him grin and chastely kiss you on the lips. Even these little kisses were enough to spark that unfinished satisfaction within you and you bucked your hips back to cause some friction but Vinnie’s hands stopped you from going further.

“No.” Vinnie sternly said. “If you’re a good girl then you’ll wait, right baby?” He continued as he placed a kiss right behind your ear.

“Yes.” You hesitated to call him what he wants to be called since you’re in public.

“Yes, what?” Vinnie pressed on further.

“Yes, daddy.”

“Atta girl.” He relished in the fact that he has this hold on you.

“C’mon let’s dance,” he said as he pulled you to the dance floor. Now I think this is the appropriate time to grind against your boyfriend and it would be acceptable because it’s in a dance setting, right? Well, that’s exactly what you did. This is how you’re getting revenge. You swayed your hips on his middle when you had the chance as you danced to the music, letting all the frustrations out of your body. You brushed up to his hard member now and then, oh you’re so glad you’re dancing with, well against, the golden boy, the man of the hour.

“Easy, Y/n.” You heard him well enough even if it was just a whisper. You giggled and did quite the opposite as you enjoyed the fact that he can’t exactly control you here. A couple more hours of dancing, him DJing at the booth, pouring down shots with friends, and going crazy as ‘Gimme Gimme Gimme’ by ABBA and a few Britney songs played, you were spent. Luckily, the crowd was dying down and Vinnie wanted to leave as well.

You could barely walk out of the club so Vinnie opted to carry you instead. Unfortunately, this guy Vinnie met while playing Apex wanted to hitch a ride so he had to put you on his lap because it was already packed in the car. You were a giggling mess and had no grip on reality at the moment, it was embarrassing but it was understandable because you were wasted. To think you had more fun than the birthday boy…

“Vinnie, touch me please…” you whined and giggled. Vinnie’s whole body froze because you did not just say that in a tight space full of boys. “I’ve been good, right?”

“Please, Y/n, not here,” Vinnie begged. His face was beet red as he tried to contain you. You were sideways sitting on him but you threw your left leg over him so you were straddling the poor guy.

“I’ve been so good, daddy.” You tempted him. The air in the car was thick as the boys tried to look away to save both of your faces and to give you privacy (even if there was barely anything).

“No. We’re in public, baby.” He opposed again but you were restless. You started grinding your hips against him as your skirt rode up to your hips, Vinnie scrambling to put it down so they won’t see your underwear.

“Please, Vinnie. You didn’t let me cum earlier, I’m so horny.” A few stray tears escaped your eyes as the alcohol started to affect your emotions. You trailed kisses down his neck and felt up his toned chest.

“I’m still so wet…” shivers went up everybody’s spine when you said that and Vinnie sucked in a breath while one of the guys muttered “Jesus Christ” out of disbelief. Rightfully so because they never saw you act this needy, you were always Vinnie’s shy and good girlfriend.

Your boyfriend shot whoever that was a glare and begged the heavens, the universe, for the car ride to be over but you’re just barely getting out of LA. “I waited, I’ve been a good girl.”

“Please wait a little longer, baby.” Desperation was growing on Vinnie as he tried to stop whatever this borderline tantrum you’re throwing in front of everybody.

“Stop it, you’re humiliating yourself.” Vinnie sternly said with a shake to your body as if to snap you out of this state you’re in. His patience wearing thin.

“I don’t care, Vinnie. I want you so bad…” you whined as you continued your actions. He doesn’t know what to do with you right now and honestly, he just wishes for the earth to swallow him whole.

“Baby, please, we’re in a car with our friends.” He tried to reason out with your drunk ass but it wasn’t working. “Jett, drive faster for fuck’s sake.” He snapped.

“Let them watch, I bet they’d like that.” You slurred your words and a gasp left Vinnie’s mouth. He was shocked that you said that because he didn’t expect it at all, what happened to his good girl?

“No. And this is the last time I’m gonna say no. Stop it, I’m serious, Y/n.” He shifted your body around so you’re facing in front, careful to hide his hard-on. Because to be honest, he found it so sexy how much of a minx you’re acting right now.

“Fine, I’ll do it myself!” You huffed and spread your legs apart, well attempted to. This whole mess was his fault, if only he didn’t tease you or maybe it was alright that he did, he just didn’t finish what he started. What an asshole.

“Oh don’t you fucking dare.” He forcefully closed your legs and put a hand over your mouth to keep you from talking.

By some miracle, you were finally greeted by the big gates of the Hype House and Vinnie was so relieved. “Oh thank fucking God.” He said as the car stopped and he rushed to get the both of you out of there, throwing you over his shoulder.

You were giggling and shouting “yay” when your cloudy eyesight saw the familiar staircase and you knew you were finally getting what you wanted. There are a lot of scenarios that can happen tonight; the first is him edging you, the second is him fucking you to oblivion, and the third is him completely denying you. And of course, you wished for the first two.

He threw you over his shoulder down to the bed as you looked up at him, seeing him lock the door. You spread your legs apart (for the nth time tonight) and began to tease yourself through your underwear. Vinnie saw what you were doing and swatted your hand away, removing you of your skimpy clothes. “No, princess. We’re gonna do things my way.” He chillingly said as he reached for the box containing your very few toys and got the handcuffs. You knew you were locked in for the whole night.

—

Feeling spontaneous, you decided to surprise your husband at work during lunch with takeout sushi from the new restaurant near your condominium. You dressed up because you liked to show the dreadful people working there how Vinnie lucked out, which is true. They love you and they even keep on teasing him about how they should hire you instead, I mean you are an accomplished trophy wife.

You walked the halls and stopped to greet his two assistants. “Is Vinnie there?” You quickly asked, excited to see your husband. They looked at each other and nodded nervously but you didn’t notice. Lo and behold, you see your husband on his swivel chair with a girl on top of him, his hands hanging to his side as the girl hungrily tried to unbutton his shirt while sitting on top of him, her skirt rode up to her hips. He looked breathless as he just watched, his expression almost of fear.

Vinnie didn’t see you though as you just closed the door and walked to his assistant’s table and dropped the food. “I’m sorry, Miss Y/n. She’s Andrew's new assist-…” Patrice nervously uttered as she stood up. Sometimes they’re more terrified of you than their boss.

“Don’t fucking mention it. Lunch is on me girls! He can fucking starve.” You ominously said as you cut her off, you put on your sunglasses and strutted down the hallway thinking of ways to get revenge. Even in infidelity you knew how to be prim and proper.

After what felt like an eternity, Vinnie finally got the courage to push the girl off his lap. He didn’t want this and he would drop dead before cheating on you and the girl came up to him, not the other way around. “What the fuck, Vinnie!” The girl’s annoying high-pitched voice rang through his ears.

“What do you mean what the fuck? Why did you do that?” He said as he buttoned his shirt up, trying to get a grip on reality. He couldn’t believe what just happened. One minute this new girl was delivering reports then she’s pushing herself onto him.

“I thought you wanted me…” She reasoned out. She was embarrassed at this point, as she should.

“No, I fucking don’t. I have a wife. Get out.” His frustrated tone echoed throughout the room. He stood up and motioned the door behind them.

“So?” Golly, this girl is an idiot.

“So? My god, are you dumb? I wouldn’t want you even if I was single. Say goodbye to your job and good luck finding another one. Get the fuck out, I don’t want to see you ever again.” He said as he forced her out of his private office. Human Resources will hear about this.

As you walked out of his office building, you exhaled a deep breath that you didn’t even know you were holding. Your throat almost hurts from keeping your tears inside, if that even makes sense. You got to your car and sped home to get a nice needed bath. As you got home, you were greeted with silence, like always. You wanted to pour a drink from Vinnie’s bar cart, figured to empty the bottle of his favorite scotch as revenge. But no, you had better plans (and a better bottle to empty). It’s not a taste-of-his-own-medicine kind of revenge but rather show him what he’s missing. So, you got yourself a nice bottle of wine and drank it while you were in the tub. Even the faint sound of water gently splashing around as you move couldn’t cloud the thoughts in your mind.

There are fears you come to develop once you become a wife like what if your husband dies? You had dreams about this, of him suddenly going ill or getting in a crash with his project cars. Or what if he grows to despise his domestic life with you? How could he? He lives in a penthouse with expensive art hung on the wall and you have a private chef plus a banging hot wife that people on the street would bow down to if she ordered them. Happiness is literally at both of your fingertips. And especially what if he starts cheating on you with a younger woman? Oh, the fear of being replaced by someone ‘better’ and more ‘intact’ than you. Amy Dunne from Gone Girl couldn’t have said it better that that’s what all men want: a newer, younger, bouncier, cool-girl until they wear them out, of course, just like their original wives. But not you, oh no, never you, he could never replace you. He could die miserable and trying and he still would never find someone that can come up to you, you’re the whole package. Top of the motherfucking line. There is simply no one that can amount to you and he knows it. And you know him down to his silly bones and impressionable brain. You made him who he is and sometimes you even think that you curated this little paradise that is your life by influencing him with his decisions. There was never a move that you weren’t consulted on and he always runs to you for advice. He really thought he had the liberty of making them on his own. You were and still are your goddamn husband’s Kingmaker.

Vinnie had always been faithful, it’s true. Not once had he ever given you a chance to doubt him even when you were dating. There was only you in his life. You loved that about him, you always felt like the only girl in the world whenever you were together and after all these years he still gives you a wide array of emotions. You never took him for a cheater and even then all he dared to cheat on you with was an assistant. You were offended that you were offended.

And then you start to wonder: had your Vinnie changed? Your husband, the love of your life, the one you walked down the aisle for? What was it that made him cheat on you? Or rather had he simply fallen out of love? So many questions ran through your head and for once you wished you could shut it all off. There was hurt, self-blame, insecurities, shortcomings, and everything. Then again, there’s divorce. The goddamn prenup. You get half of everything he made, what a shame that’s what you’re only entitled to: half, half of his wealth, and half of this fucking empire you swore you built. It would be a nice change to have Vinnie’s assets as your own and some of his properties that you wouldn’t have to share anymore. It’ll all be yours. That’s the least you deserve though because as we’ve stated: you made who Vinnie is today. But no, he can’t just run off to the sunset aka the Hamptons with a skank, he can’t get rid of you like that easily. Plus, all of the other wives would give the poor girl hell when he gets the guts to show her off. Just like Amy again, did he honestly think he could destroy you and end up happier than ever? No fucking way. He doesn’t get to win.

Now you remember your words of forever to each other: “Falling for you wasn’t falling at all — it was walking into a house and knowing that I’m home. I vow to join your laughter with my own and when you can’t look at the bright side, I will sit with you in the dark and let you crawl into my arms and then into my heart…” You remember the vow you made to him on your wedding day. That moment was like a fairytale, more than you could ever imagine. And you remember his: “The moment I knew I wanted to make you say “I do” was when you chased me down the street in the rain. Your warm hug eliminated the dread that Seattle weather seeped into me and I forgot why I was even upset. And since then, every hug and kiss from you made me forget and a part of me wishes I could feel the dread just once more so you can press your body to mine, just like how you did the first time…” You even started to revisit the night in your apartment together in Los Angeles and how he proposed while watching Sex And The City The Movie on the flat screen and how he made the both of you promise, in Beethoven, Big, and Bradshaw fashion: “Ever thine, ever mine, ever ours.”

“I must’ve done something right, huh Y/n?” Vinnie said the night you got engaged, his arm draped across your shoulders as you snuggled into him more. The only light was the flickering of the television.

“You did everything right, Vin.”

You snapped out of your daydream and realized you’ve finished the whole bottle. You lowered yourself under the water and just stayed like that, as if you wanted to drown. You figured it would be a nightmare for your husband when he finds you like this and you just hope he would know the reason why. But no, you’ve got a lot of things to do, you thought, and it all has to be done before he gets home.

You put on your newly bought lingerie and the black version of this robe along with your expensive heels as you admired your body in the mirror. Oh, he’s gonna remember well why he married you and you’re gonna make it known who not to fuck with.

It was early midday and you had ample time to make Vinnie’s favorites for dinner. So with that said, you and Daisy, your helper, made fresh truffle fries, some classic Italian potato gnocchi, and lemon creme brûlée. And as you were finishing up the last dish, filet mignon with bearnaise sauce, Daisy could feel the tension brewing within you. So she kindly asked: “Madame, do you want me to leave you alone?”

“Yeah, I think that would be nice. Thank you, Daisy.”

“You look beautiful today, Madame. Sir Vinnie’s lucky to have you.” She politely said and you just nodded and dismissed her and you were alone with your thoughts again as you finished cooking the steak. Hell yeah, he’s lucky. You went over to Vinnie’s bar cart full of expensive liquor and poured yourself his favorite scotch. You remember how the both of you used to drink it by the glass windows of your penthouse, laughing and talking about his day and whatnot. ‘What happened to us?’ You thought. You both were so happy.

As you stared down at your glass, you had the sudden urge to just throw it against the wall. Then the tears started pouring. Finally, after hours of keeping it all in, you were now angry. You were surprised you kept the rage this long as you reached for the cabinet containing plates and you threw it across the room, its pieces scattered on the floor. You got some of his treasured whiskey and poured it down the drain and then you finally smashed his golf club on the glass coffee table, shattering it, and the painting on the wall wasn’t spared as you ripped it apart. You caught your breath and saw the damage you caused. Everything was a mess. You sat down on the couch and crossed your legs together as you calmed yourself down and waited. You drank from your glass as you felt the tears dry and soon enough, the elevator doors ding, and Vinnie finally came into the picture.

Initial shock at the mess that is your house clouded his mind as he rushed over to you in worry, lifting your arms to see if you were hurt, and not once did you meet his eyes with yours. He sat beside you and faced you as he said: “What happened, Y/n?” What a clueless bastard.

“I went to the office today…” You trailed off, taking a sip once again. You heard him sigh as he held his face in his hands.

He was about to speak but you cut him off. “Who is she?” Then you finally held eye contact. Vinnie’s heart broke at your bloodshot eyes, your cheeks and nose a faint red, and your lips were plumped and pursed together. He could honestly break down as well because not once had he seen you this broken and it’s all because of him.

“She’s no one and I got her fired. She came to me…” Vinnie reasoned out. It’s true but you didn’t know that and even though it made the most sense, you didn’t want to believe it at first.

“How would I know you’re telling the truth?” Your tone was painfully mellow, too mellow for his liking that it was chilling even. Your calmness at the moment is scaring Vinnie and given that he hasn’t seen you like this before, he doesn’t know what could happen next.

“I am, my love. I would never do that to you.” He pleaded, reaching for your hand but you flinched and his heart stung in pain at your reaction. At this moment, he was a cheat. It was so ridiculous how fast everything came crashing down for you as his infidelity stained all of your memories together.

“I don’t know if I can trust you anymore. I can’t even fucking look at you without being disgusted.” You moved away from him. You felt another wave of tears coming but you stopped and sniffled.

“I’ll work on that but please I’m telling the truth, Y/n. I’ll make it up to you.” His warm hand snaked its way to your leg and rubbed it up and down in comfort. All he wants to do is hug and put your body against his but you don’t want to, clearly. And he respects that. He’ll do anything he can to make you his sweet, happy girl again. The one that loves without holding back, the one that loves and accepts him for all that he is, the one that’s been with him through it all. For better or for fucking worse.

You looked at him for the second time and saw how there’s a coat of glimmer on his eyes as if he’s about to cry. “Hell, you need to make it up to me.” You rolled your eyes and took his hand in yours as you got up and dragged him to the dining table.

“You look good today.” You could hear the slight smile in his upbeat tone, glad you were warming up again. You couldn’t see it but his eyes were looking at your body up and down, admiring how beautiful you are even if you’re turned away.

“I know. I did it for me, not for you.” You said as a matter of fact. You served him his favorites and his face lit up but he slightly frowned when he realized something. He was looking down at the plate like he was contemplating and you slightly banged your fist on the table in annoyance.

“Vincent Cole Hacker, I didn’t poison it. Who do you think I am?” You scoffed, offended that your husband didn’t trust you, as if you’re the one not to trust at the moment. You grabbed a fry and took it in your mouth as you made him watch you chew.

“See?” You began. “Daisy helped me cook. Do you honestly think I’d let her cook with me if I were to poison you? I’m not an idiot, babe.” The nickname slipped and he smiled at you, his warm one triggering your own as you just rolled your eyes and smirked as you looked away. Told you, he makes you experience an array of emotions.

“I’m sorry. I love it, it’s delicious.” He intended the first sentence to be for the cheating as well as the poisoning. And you knew it too. You don’t know until when you’re gonna make him work for your forgiveness or if you could even stay mad at him for who knows how long. You just know he has to truly pay for it.

“Love what you did to the place.” He jokingly started, trying to lighten the mood.

“Told you I know interior design.” You retorted back as you took a bite of the food. From your table, you could perfectly see the damage you caused. Nothing was left as is, the table that you so tediously scouted was shattered into tiny pieces, the painting Vinnie got for you was torn in half. The painting you were truly guilty for. You remember the day the workers brought it home and your husband was so proud of his latest surprise purchase. He said it reminded him of you, a specially commissioned James Turrell violet to yellow-ish gradient with faint butterflies floating around. You remembered falling in love with it because of the butterflies, a heartfelt personal touch because Vinnie knows how much you adore them. He said it was one of one, just like you, his favorite girl.

“I’m sorry, my love…” He wanted to apologize some more again but you cut him off.

“Just eat your meal, Vinnie.” You dismissed him and continued to eat the delicious food in front of you both.

“Please let me make it up to you.” He pleaded.

“Yes, my dear, later. Just eat, please. I don’t know if you ate lunch, I was gonna bring you sushi but I saw you…with that girl so I gave it to your assistants instead.” You squeezed his hand. You might be mad at him but you can’t let the poor boy starve.

“That was you?” He chuckled. “I thought Patrice finally got a boyfriend. Well, that’s what Elena told me when I saw them eating it. They gave me a few pieces so I did eat, thanks to you.” He smiled but you looked down and fought the tears that were coming.

The rest of the dinner was quiet, you didn’t know what to say nor do and for the first time, it feels like you were treading around him. Vinnie on the other hand wants nothing but to kiss you, kiss this awful feeling, kiss the tears away, and let you know that he won’t leave you, ever. It breaks his heart how you’re hurting and that he’s the reason why. And as much as you want to break free from him for a moment to collect yourself, you know that he’s the only person in this goddamn world that could make you feel better. Isn’t it so fucked up how we retreat to the person we love the most even if they’re the reason why we’re hurting?

Your POV

I looked into his eyes, I looked deep within trying to find my husband. Trying to find a hint of truth even though we repeatedly told and convinced ourselves it was a mistake. What an unfortunate hour for me, for him, for our marriage. I figured this could be a test from the heavens above, that this could make or break our relationship. I tried to think of reasons for me to make him stay other than my love for him but I came up short. We didn’t have a kid, we only have Hera and I know she’s his to begin with so I have no ownership of her.

“I’ll do it, Y/n,” Vinnie said, offering to do the dishes. I swatted his hand away as I brought the dishes to the sink.

“No, I’ll do it.” I nonchalantly said. I’ll let my remaining frustration out through this, that should be fine right? I could always buy more plates.

“How ‘bout neither of us do it, hmm?” Vinnie questions as he snaked his arm around my stomach as he pulled me to him. I could feel the dips on his stomach and his hard-on through his pants. He pressed his nose to my neck as he smelled his favorite perfume of mine and he gently pressed a kiss to my sweet spot. His hand firmly radiated heat to my stomach, a perfect contrast to the cold marble countertop under my fingers.

“I’ll make it up to you in other ways for sure, Y/n. But I just wanna make love to my stunning wife right now.” He peppered kisses all over my cheek, neck, and nape, as he put my hair to the other side for his convenience, his hands roaming my body, cupping my breasts. “You’re so beautiful, baby, I don’t know why you thought I could cheat on you. I’m yours and you’re mine, right, my love?” He grabbed the sides of my hips and turned me to face him.

“Yes, Vin. Still yours.” I said, my voice shaking in anticipation. He pressed onto the small of my back and his other hand held my chin as he kissed me passionately, my hands snaking their way to his hair. The kiss, although heated, was gentle and soft, inviting me for more. He was telling me through it how much he loves me, that what he did was a mistake, hell he didn’t even do it to begin with. I gasped when Vinnie grabbed my ass which gave him the chance to slip his tongue in my mouth, his cleverness making him smirk and chuckle a little bit as he continued kissing me. I felt him exploring what he could reach with his tongue as if he hadn't done it before. I was breathless but I was aching for more. I bucked my hips to create friction between us but he pressed me deeper to the counter.

“Baby, please.” I pleaded, my eyes closed in pleasure.

“What do you want, my love?” He pulled away and I opened my eyes to find his brown eyes studying my face. The brown eyes that I fell in love with because I always saw my reflection in them, always reminding me I’m beautiful in his eyes. And that made me love myself more which in turn made loving him a little bit easier.

“Take me here, Vin. Against the counter. On it. I don’t care.” I requested as I initiated the kiss this time. He nodded and made it a mission to leave hickeys on my neck and on the curve of my boobs. He lifted me so I was on the counter as I felt him leave wet kisses on each one as he brought his thumb to circle my left nipple through my bra.

“Like this, yeah?” I nodded. The heat brewing within me intensified with each circle and the next thing I know, he removed the fabric and sucked on my tits. He pinched and pulled my nipples to make it taut a few times as I felt Vinnie’s hot tongue twirl on them and I grabbed his hair and pushed him to me more, his free hand that wasn’t on my back was teasing my other nipple rolling them in between his fingers, each stroke aiding in my wetness. He switched his mouth to my other boob and did the same process, giving it attention. I felt him sucking on my nipple, his hard tongue darting each time to meet my perky tit as it made me moan and roll my hips in reaction.

“So good, baby,” I whined out. “You’re awfully good at sucking tits like this, huh?” I tested him and his patience, looking down at him. He looked up at me with those eyes of his as I brushed his hair out of his face. He had those pleading-like eyes that’s my personal favorite and I know he knows I can’t resist them. But his orbs were the complete opposite of what he said, contrasting the warmth of it with his cold statement.

“Easy with your words, Y/n. You might just pay for it.” He detached his mouth and grabbed both of my boobs and squished it, his tongue now flicking left to right on my tit, alternating some time to give attention to the other. I moaned as it tickled me to the point where I had to pull his head away. Vinnie was stubborn as he attached his mouth to them again, sucking harshly. I was a shaking mess and all I could do was whine and feel the wetness from my core drip out of me. I could honestly cry and cum right here if he went on a little longer. He laughed at my actions and gently pushed me down to fully lay on the counter, his whole body keeping my legs separate, my clothed cunt in full view as it was see-through.

“Still my fucking girl, I see, hmm?” He questioned.

“Yes, yes, Vin. Still yours, baby, please.” I whined out. My whole body shivered at the coldness of the surface but it wasn’t long till I felt Vinnie’s hot mouth leaving kisses on my stomach then down to my mound.

“So fucking beautiful, my fucking wife,” Vinnie said as he couldn’t contain his emotions. His left hand was stationed at my leg and the other roamed my body, feeling the softness of my skin and the curves of my body. He kissed my core through my lingerie a few times and he pulled it up to give me some pressure. I heard him growl as he struggled to remove my panties but he was successful, nonetheless. He put my legs up when he discarded them then he spread my legs on each side but I brought my left leg down and used my foot to gently rub him through his pants. I could feel his hard cock on me and I brushed on him a few more times to give him some relief.

He shakily sucked in a breath and rolled his eyes because of my action and brought my leg back up, even distancing them more from each other. I moaned when I felt my lips separating and I saw Vinnie breathing heavily, looking straight at it. My glistening cunt was all vulnerable, all ready for his taking.

“Do you want me here?” Vinnie smirked as he tapped my pussy, the slight touch making me flinch. He roamed his pointer finger everywhere else but my folds as he spread around the wetness that stained my outer lips. I could feel my juices flowing out of me as I clenched on nothing.

“Mhmm…please, Vinnie!”

“You’ve been very naughty, Mrs. Hacker. All of this just because of me?” He made me look around while still roaming his finger. Fuck, if I wasn’t so horny for him I would’ve walked out at this point.

“Yes, my love.” But I remained calm with my reply. I have to be patient to get what I want. And what I want is him, I want him tonight, and I want him to fuck me dumb, to fuck me senseless.

“So pure.” He said, his voice dark and full of lust. Not a second passed and his thumb and pointer finger separated my lips, my folds in full view as he kitten licked me. He started at the bottom and worked his way up to the top, all painfully slow. Vinnie took his sweet time flicking his hard tongue, just like he did to my tits, on my clit until I was screaming out in pleasure. My feet were propped on the counter and one hand pulled at his hair. He closed the distance between his mouth and my core as he fully lapped at my swollen pussy. I could feel his nose brushing my mound and he pulled away to stroke his goddamn nose on my folds, making me almost kick him in the face from pure ecstasy. “Fucking hell, Vinnie!” I shouted.

Sometimes he, or more his tongue, would go slow and just when I was able to catch my breath, he speeds up again. He was prolonging this moment, me withering under him, sprawled on the kitchen counter. “I’m ‘bout to cum, baby.” I breathed out and repeated as he sped up again with his tongue flicking on my bud. I could feel the familiar euphoric feeling as I closed my eyes and came all over his tongue, my back arching off the counter and my nails scratching it, my other hand almost ripped his hair out, and my toes curling. I think I felt a tear or two escape my eyes from how good it was, from how good my husband is to me.

He let me ride out my first high, gently licking me up and down to clean me off my orgasm. All I could do was catch my breath, almost wanting to pass out. He gave me sweet pecks on my swollen cunt and complimented me. “Good job, baby girl. We’re just getting started.” He tapped my thigh as I sat up and he guided me off it, almost tripping myself because I was so weak. I immediately sank, wanting to return the favor, now it’s Vinnie’s turn to be against the counter.

“Let me take care of this, my love.” My finger ghosted around his cock area as I pulled down his pants and boxers. His throbbing cock sprung up, all red and rigid from putting my pleasure first. I toyed with his veins as I traced on them while eyeing the bead of precum begging to be sucked off of his head. I looked up at him with innocent eyes as I licked his head, both my hands resting on his legs. Yes, it was stiff enough to not need my hands for support. It was fucking rock hard.

I swirled my tongue softly around him as I plunged my head down to suck all of him, pulling off with a pop. I focused on the vein under his head and flicked it left and right. I watched how his chest was heaving up and down as he stared at me taking his cock. I sped up and used my hand to pump his thick dick. I tapped his shaft on my lips and sucked down once again. “Oh fuck, Y/n.” Vinnie moaned out as he grabbed my hand to hold. I let him hit the back of my throat and I bobbed my head to give him more pleasure. I sucked harder to the point where my jaw hurt, even swirling my tongue to give attention to the underside of his cock. He was a moaning mess when I felt him twitch in my mouth when he groaned. And soon enough, I felt his hot liquid ooze out as I took every single drop. The sweet but somewhat salty thick cum coated my throat as I gulped it down to make him goddamn proud.

Vinnie pulled me up and kissed me deeply, his tongue feverishly entering mine. He paused the kiss and pulled away, grabbing his boxers to put on and my lingerie as he carried me bridal style up to our room. I giggled when he said: “I’m gonna fuck you like the night we got married, princess.” I held on to him as I felt his back muscles tense while speeding up the stairs.

He dropped me on the bed and I backed up by the headboard as he hovered over me and kissed me on my lips and neck, finding my sweet spot. I moaned and caressed his toned inked arms as I pulled him closer to me. “Make love to me, Vin.” Those words pushed him over the edge as he pulled my legs down so I was lying flat on our mattress. He went back to nibbling on my skin, making sure to leave marks to be discovered the day after.

“I love you, Y/n.” He breathed out on my neck as I felt him push himself inside me.

“I love you, Vinnie,” I said as I gasped when I felt his thickness stretch my walls. No matter the years we're together and the number of times we’ve had sex, he still manages to stretch me out. The pleasure outweighs the pain as I felt myself feeling full because of him, my walls expanding at just the right amount to accommodate his size. Vinnie loved how he fits inside me, just tight to feel every part of me but snug enough to repeatedly thrust into.

“Still so fucking wet and tight for me, my love.” He said. I felt him bottom out, giving himself a second to relish the wonderful feeling until he pulled out but only to slam back in me again. I could feel every vein that adorned his member, all aiding in my, well our, pleasure. His thrusts were sensual, slow, even intentional. His head was brushing my insides and all I could do was just clench around him.

“Vinnie…” I whimpered. My eyes closed to elevate the feeling.

“My fucking girl. Forever.” He grunted out as he slammed every word into me. I know he’s close and that he didn’t wanna prolong it which only means one thing: we’re gonna be here all night. His thrusts sped up as it triggered both of our releases. My second orgasm was coming and it was coming fast. I gripped onto his shoulder and screamed when it ripped through me, my clenching caused his cum to shoot in me for the first time tonight. I already felt full but we’re just getting started.

We’re not as energetic anymore so it kind of took us a minute to regroup ourselves, Vinnie staying inside me the whole time. “I wanna ride you, babe.” I smiled at him and he nodded in agreement. I pecked him and he detached himself from me, my gaping whole clenching to keep our cum in.

I guided him to the middle of our bed as he sat and propped his arm behind him. I got closer to him and I held his dick in my hands, trying to make him hard again and after a few pumps, I felt it stiffen as I lifted myself by grabbing onto his nape. I sank down and felt again how great he feels inside me, his length just long enough to tickle the inside of my stomach. I moaned at the feeling and weakly smiled at the feeling of him brushing inside me. I wrapped my arms around his neck as I rolled my hips to meet his. He looked beautiful, his dilated eyes looking up at me, and his mouth open to catch his breath.

“So fucking good, Vin.” I closed my eyes and smiled. I could feel this feeling forever. He helped me by grabbing my ass as he rocked me back and forth. I put one hand on his knee as I sped up my movement, trying to feel that feeling some more before I release again. I moved my hand to connect with the other on his nape as I pulled him closer to me when I bounced up and down. He put his tongue out so he could brush it to my tits every time I bounced down. I could feel Vinnie’s ragged breathing on my chest as he closed his eyes and grunted against me, his hands never leaving my ass as he helped me collide onto him. This is fucking synergy.

“Oh, god. Fuck…keep going, baby.” He groaned while he looked up at me. His deep voice just encouraged me as I sped up my movement. Both of us could feel our releases coming again when we both closed our eyes to intensify the feeling. But can I just say what I did next can go on my not-finest moment's list.

I didn’t know what came over me but I just choked him. Maybe it was because of sitting anger or maybe I just wanted to choke my husband, we’ll never know. “I fucking hate you,” I said, tears pooling in my eyes. His eyes shot open and he grabbed my wrist. To be fair, I didn’t choke him that hard, he was just taken aback. I rolled my hips some more but he grabbed my ass to stop me.

“Nuh-uh, fuck this.” The whole atmosphere of the room changed when he said that as he pulled himself out of me and flipped me over. “Ass up, baby doll.” He said as he slapped my ass hard. I obliged and bent my back so my face was on the pillows. I felt him rub his dick on my folds and before I knew it, he slammed inside me making me go forward. The sound of the bed banging on the wall, skin slapping, and our desperate moans clouded the whole room.

“Right there, Vinnie! Don’t stop.” I whimpered when I felt him touch my cervix, his hand gripping my shoulder as he dicked me down. My moans were mixed with pain and pleasure all from his hard thrusting. My whole body was weak and all I could do was tear up from how good it felt.

“There she is. Atta girl.” He reveled at me finally surrendering to his pounding. I could hear and feel the smirk that adorned his lips as he’s been waiting for me to give in. He thrust even deeper and harder as I felt the repeated brushing of his veiny cock in my swollen pussy.

And in the spur of the moment, I confidently said: “Fuck a baby in me, Vinnie.” I know it won’t make me forget that unfateful hour but I’ve been really wanting a child. Vinnie stilled in me for a minute to process what I just said.

“Really, Y/n?” He sounded like he could almost cry, too clouded by his emotions. “You want my kids in you, baby girl? You want that, huh? I know you do.” He growled into my ear, his whole body and mind going feral. He began with his heavy thrusting again but even harder this time. My legs were so weak that they were shaking. After a few more, I laid flat on the bed, taking Vinnie with me. His cock was perfectly engulfed by my pussy as he continued to fuck me, loving the whole new feeling, this tightness, and pleasure. When I tell you this man has endurance, I’m telling the truth because he slid in and out of me until I felt like cumming again. He always makes it a goal to make me orgasm.

“Yes, Vinnie! I want it, please…let me take all of it.” I cried out, starting to feel the exhilarating feeling. “Don’t stop, right there, baby. Right there…oh fuck. Keep going.” I repeated the same phrases, my whole mind too far gone to process my words.

“You close, baby?” He asked as he increased his pace. I know I won’t be able to function tomorrow when he’s drilling his cock into me like this.

“Uh-huh…Yes, my love.” I mewled, my mouth agape as my only options for relief were cumming and breathing air. Finally, my orgasm ripped right through me again, the whole sensation making me shake and scream. I clenched tightly and I felt Vinnie twitch. And the familiar hot liquid coated my walls as he roughly thrust into me a couple of times so that none of it leaks out.

Vinnie pulled out as I rolled over to lay on my back. I couldn’t talk nor reach for him because all I could possibly do right now is recover from the heavenly release I just felt. I was in a trance, my mind was on its own, feeling its bliss and satisfaction. I’ve never felt this good in my life and if we weren’t too tired then we might’ve given it a go again. My whole body felt numb and warm and I was all fuzzy and I would like to think this is all a dream. I think I’ve entered sub-space?

“Y/n/n,” Vinnie repeated to make me regain my grip on reality, slightly nudging me. I looked over at his worried expression and sweetly smiled. His body limped in relaxation when he saw that I was fine, I’m perfectly fine. More than fine. “Thought I lost you for a minute.” He said as he kissed me on the lips.

“That was amazing.”

“I know, baby.” He cooed as he gave me kisses. The change of demeanor by us both lightened our bedroom.

“I love you, Vinnie. You’re still mine, right?” I asked, my eyes getting glossy from the unfortunate possibility.

He brushed my cheek with his thumb as he kissed my forehead. “I’m still your Vinnie, Y/n/n. I love you so much.” He pulled me in and just stilled his mouth on mine. I felt his hot tears run down both our cheeks as he almost choked from not wanting to cry. “My sweet girl...” I could tell he doesn’t want to lose me either.

“My pretty girl, you did so well, baby. I’m proud of you.”

“Can you clean me up, bubby? I feel sticky.” Vinnie laughed but nodded and went to the bathroom for a damp towel, the coldness relieving me of the heat I experienced.

“About what you said a while ago, did you really mean it? You want to have babies now?” He looked at me with sincere eyes.

“Yes, lovey. As long as it’s with you.”

“You have no choice then because I’m not going anywhere, baby girl.” He climbed up onto me which made me giggle as he pecked my lips and my whole face. I could tell he already loves the idea and that he’ll be a great father to our kids. His excitement fueled my own and if we could fuck again just to make sure then we would.

We just laid there for a while, just us in our little world. For a moment we were 19 again, everything felt new and exciting. That made me realize that we weren’t as far off from our teenage selves at all. Inside, we’re still who we were when we met each other, eccentric and full of life. Nobody’s heart and soul had changed one bit. The passion hasn’t died down and it won’t for a long time. I’m so glad we chose each other because we balance each other’s crazy, we complement one another, and we definitely ride for each other. There’s really no one else I want to be beside me every night and waking moment other than Vinnie. I find comfort in my husband’s embrace, the same one I held onto when I came over and now I smile at the fact that we go home to each other.

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