Vinnie Hacker Smut

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"You can do whatever you want to me, you know that-"

He instantly reached out his hand to cover your mouth before you could keep talking. Vinnie wasn't in the mood for any of this, right now. Your eyes widened a bit, and he could see that you weren't expecting that reaction. Maybe you assumed he was interested in just what you had to say? Spoiler alert: he was not.

Mabye if he wasn't in a bad mood he would play along and fuck you hard against the wall. He'd let you talk all you wanted and you would want him to praise yountoo.

You and Vinnie had been out with your friends for dinner, but Vinnie weren't too happy about the evening.

The waiter had been flirting with you all night, but you didn't care enough to care about it. It was just a stupid waiter who wanted something more than porn could give him: but of course, Vinnie weren't a fan.

And now ... You're back in the hotel room. "You think that was fucking funny?" Vinnie said with an angry but sensual tone.

You tried to talk but it sounded muffled. Then you dared to grab his wrist and quickly tried to push it off your mouth. His hold only grey stronger, and he forced you against the cold, hard wall, making a whimper get stuck in your throat.

At this point, you desperately wanted to touch him, and he knew that – given the way your back ket arching towards him, your thighs were clenched and right now: to Vinnie you were just another girl getting wet because someone was rough with you.

"I can do whatever I want? You sure?" He asked you, leaning closer to look deep into your eyes. Consent is sexy.

He kept his body distanced from you for now, enjoying your desperation a bit more than he should.

You nodded frantically after his question, breathing heavily through your nose, and only watching Vinnie with wide eyes as he uncovered your mouth and slid his hand down your throat. He slowly wrapped his fingers around your neck, brushing his thumb on the smooth skin on the side of your neck, before he then tightened his grip, feeling your pulse quickening in response.

"I know." Vinnie said in a softer but still sensual voice, smirking as he was looking at your lips.

"What do you want me to do?" You whispered breathlessly, caressing his arm with your fingertips, trying to get closer to him: you knew why he was angry. Mad. He thought you wanted the waiter to keep flirting when you didn't do anything. But he only pushed you back against the wall again, and kept choking you.

"Shut up." Vinnie simply said. He wasn't a man of many words when he was mad, especially not now.

He used his grip on your neck, forcing you to kneel on the floor right in front of him, and thankfully for him, you got the hint of what he meant you were supposed to be doing and that he understood, because you were quick to use your fingers to unbuckle his leather belt.

You looked up at him with a wicked glint in your eyes. He let go of your neck so he could gather your hair up in a ponytail, watching as you lowered his zipper, before you grazed her fingers along the the waistband of his boxers.

"Do what you're here to do." He looked down and into your eyes. "That's what you want me to do, isn't it? You want me to use you. Now do to me what that waiter wanted you to do to him."

From there on, you didn't even hesitate, hooking your fingers in his boxers so you could pull them down just enough to free his growing erection. He wasn't completely hard yet, but that was quickly changed as you wrapped your hand around his dick.

He took a deep breath and focused on the feeling, allowing the pleasure to overcome all the dark and consuming thoughts inside his head.

"You want me to make you feel good?" You asked, looking up at him, starting off with lazy strokes, He bit his lower lip as his blood started flowing straight to his dick. "Do you want me to fuck you?"

"No, I want you to shut the fuck up." He told you, using his grip around your hair to tug as hard as he could. You opened your mouth and gasped, and it was a perfect opportunity for him to use his free hand to hold his dick and position it right in your mouth so he could push his hips forward.

Your warm mouth instantly made him take a deep breath to recompose himself, looking down so he could watch as you started to move your head. You were good. You kept your eyes locked with Vinnie's as you sucked him off and took him deep enough so he could slightly feel the back of your throat.

This was in fact: a great way to end the night. You flattened your tongue and pulled back until his already leaking tip was leaving a mess behind, and the teasing flicks that followed only made him grip tighten around her hair. He forced you to take a deep in your mouth again.

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