7 days
7 whole days
That's how long it's been ever since Vincent buried himself inside Chanel and he was dying to have her, just watching her move around his apartment in nothing but shorts and a t-shirt, it was difficult.
Vincent had suggested the idea that Chanel comes live with him because he needed her, more than he was letting on. After the death of his uncle, he just couldn't fathom the thought of dealing with it on his own, he's brother wasn't speaking to him, Gio was away investigating what happened that night, so Chanel was the only person who could be there for him.
Chanel would go to work and come back to find Vincent just staring at the walls, with a glass of whiskey in his hand and it troubled her a lot, but she couldn't convince him to see a professional.
"Vince," she calls out.
No response.
"Vincent!"
"Yes, Uhm, what's wrong baby?"
She rolls her eyes, "You need to stop doing that, you'll stress yourself out."
"Stop doing what?" He asks.
"Zoning out babe, it's worrying me," she frowns, she sits beside him on the couch.
"I'm sorry mi amore," he sighs, "I am stressed out."
Chanel looks at him, she wished she could help him.
"How about you help me de-stress?" He smirks.
Chanel smirks back, "How baby?"
"Get on my lap baby."
Chanel sits on his lap and instantly feel his hard-on pressing against his jeans, "See what you do to me?"
"I feel it," she smirks as she grinds against it, causing Vincent to tighten his grip on her waist.
"Dammit amore" he hisses, "Stop."
Chanel giggles and kisses him, Vincent slides his hand to the back of her neck, into her hair, her soft curly hair. Moaning, Chanel starts grinding slowly, not only making Vincent hornier but making her wetter.
They pull apart, breathless.
"Amore, you're going to be the death of me," he whispers, pulling her in for another kiss.
He slides his hands down to her ass, grabbing it with both hands, Chanel moans softly and that's all it took to drive him crazy. He takes the helm of her shirt and pulls it up, taking it off, she wasn't wearing a bra.
Excellent, he thought. That was going to save him a lot of time.
Chanel takes Vincent's shirt off, those chiseled arms and abs, built like a god. She runs her hands down his chest to his belt, unbuckling it and unzipping his pants, sliding her hand into his boxers, feeling his hard member throbbing in her hand.
Vincent smirks, "On your knees baby."
Chanel glances at him lustfully and goes down on her knees, pulling his pants down to his feet and taking them off, naked, hard, and hot, the most beautifully crafted man in the world. She kneels in between his legs, a submissive submitting to her master, she takes his manhood by the hand and slips it in between her lips.
Vincent lets out a throaty moan, "Yes baby girl."
She loves that, she loves it when he calls her baby girl, his baby girl, she sucks faster, picking up the pace. Vincent slides his hands into her hair and grips tight, he never met a woman that's given him head this good before, the way she worked that tongue on him, sending him into overdrive.
She pulls him out of her mouth and starts running her tongue over his tip.
"Woah, no teasing!" She groans
She slides him back into her mouth and sucks even faster, causing Vince to buck forward, forcing himself deeper into her mouth, she moans against him, sending vibrations through his manhood, he can't hold it in anymore.
"I can't anymore," and he releases him onto her mouth, Chanel swallows every single drop, the bittersweet taste causing her panties to soak, even more, he pulls out. Chanel lips the sides of her lips and smirks.
Vincent looks down at his baby girl, "Clothes off."
Chanel stands up and takes her shorts and panty's off, Vincent slowly rises at the sight of Chanel naked.
"I'm about to wreck you," he whispers.
Chanel blushes, "I have work tomorrow."
"I'll have to fuck you harder," he pulls her towards her, and she sits on his lap, he stands up and Chanel wraps her legs around his waist, he slides himself inside her, making her moan.
"Papi," she moans.
"Sì Piccola, Papi ti ha preso," he thrusts deep inside.
[Translation: Yes baby, Papi's got you]
He grabs her ass and begins to pound mercilessly into her haven, as her skin slaps against his, echoing in the room. Chanel losses her mind, the pleasure is overwhelming. Her eyes roll to the back of her head in ecstasy, Vincent's manhood just felt too good inside her, it fit perfectly and hit just the perfect spot, she mewls, as his thrusts get more violent.
"Papi, I'm... I'm-"
"Tell me Papi what you want," the sound of his deep, husky voice, sent her into overdrive, he continues to thrust into her, the sound of her wet pussy, like music to his ears, she felt good, she felt like heaven, tight, wet, and juicy heaven but he wasn't done with her yet.
He pulls out of her, and she groans, "Why?"
Without saying a word, he walks to the kitchen counter and lays her down, spreading her legs, her haven dripping wet, he slides his fingers inside her and pulls them out, putting them in his mouth.
"Delicious," he smirks and bends down, throwing her legs over his shoulder and lifting her. Chanel squeals as he begins to lick her haven, she couldn't believe the strength of this man and the magic in his tongue.
He sucks and plays with her clit, causing her to grip tighter on his hair, as she is about to climax, he stops and puts her back down on the counter.
"Dammit Vince, I need to cum!" She says frustrated.
"Turn around and ass up baby," Vincent commands.
Chanel does as she's told and before she can even prepare herself, Vincent slams himself back into her.
"Vincent please," Chanel moans.
"Baby, I haven't even started" he smirks.