REINA
It had been over two hours since we left the laundry room.
The washer and dryer had finished their cycles, clothes were folded and put away, and sohow we’d ended up on the couch like this— tucked tight against Donico’s side, my head on his chest, one of his arms draped heavy over my shoulders. The other hand never stayed still. It slid up and down my thigh, fingers tracing lazy circles over the thin fabric of my shorts, sotis dipping under the hem just to brush bare skin.
Every ti he did it, my stomach tightened.
We’d picked so random Netflix movie. I don’t even rember the title. Sothing with a lot of slow cara pans and moody lighting. I wasn’t really watching. I was too busy feeling him.
His thumb kept stroking the inside of my thigh, higher each ti, until it grazed the edge of my panties. I shifted my legs apart just a fraction, letting him have more room. He took it. His palm pressed flat against , warm and firm, rubbing slow through the cotton. Not pushing inside yet. Just enough pressure to make wet.
I let my own hand wander too. I slipped it under his shirt, fingers sliding over the hard plane of his stomach, tracing the lines of muscle there. He was warm, skin smooth, and every ti I dragged my nails lightly down his abs he sucked in a breath. I smiled against his chest and kept going, lower, until my fingertips hit the waistband of his sweats. I didn’t go under. I just teased the edge, back and forth, feeling him twitch under my touch.
His cock was already half-hard. I could feel it pressing against my hip every ti I moved. He didn’t say anything about it. He just kept rubbing in those slow, maddening circles while the movie played on.
Then the scene changed.
On screen the couple started kissing—really kissing. Hands in hair, bodies slamming together, tongues, heavy breathing, clothes getting yanked. The kind of kiss that makes your whole body rember what it feels like to be wanted like that.
Donico turned his head. His lips brushed my temple first, then my cheek, then he caught my mouth. It wasn’t soft. It was hungry. His tongue slid against mine instantly, deep, wet, possessive. I moaned into it before I could stop myself. He tasted like the coffee he’d had earlier and sothing darker that was just him.
I didn’t think. I just moved. I swung my leg over his lap and straddled him, knees sinking into the cushions on either side of his thighs. His hands went straight to my ass, gripping hard, pulling down so I was sitting right on his cock. He was fully hard now, thick and hot under the thin layers of fabric. I rolled my hips once, grinding down on him, and he groaned into my mouth.
Fuck, he felt good. Even through clothes, the pressure against my clit made my thighs shake.
I kissed him harder, biting his bottom lip, sucking on his tongue. His hands slid up under my shirt, palms hot on my bare back, then around to cup my tits. He squeezed, thumbs flicking over my nipples until they were stiff and aching. I rocked against him again, slower this ti, dragging my pussy along the length of his cock.
He broke the kiss just long enough to growl against my lips, "You’re gonna kill , baby."
I smiled, breathless, and kissed him again. His hand left my breast and pushed between us, sliding straight down the front of my shorts. His fingers found my panties and tried to shove inside, thick and insistent, looking for my pussy.
I grabbed his wrist and pulled it away.
He froze, eyes dark, chest heaving.
"Not now," I said, smiling sweet even though my voice was shaky. "I’m still sore from last night. You fucked too hard, Daddy."
His jaw tightened. I could see how much he wanted to argue, how much he wanted to just push my panties aside and take what he wanted anyway. But he didn’t. He just stared at , breathing hard, cock throbbing under .
I leaned in close, lips brushing his ear. "But... if you’re a good boy for today, I might reward you later."
His hands flexed on my hips. "What do I have to do?"
I sat back a little, still straddling him, still feeling every inch of his hard cock pressed right against . I rocked my hips once more, slow and filthy, grinding my ass down on him just to watch his eyes flutter.
"I need to go sowhere," I said. "And you’re driving."
"Where?"
I bit my lip, trying not to laugh at how fucking ridiculous this was going to sound. "I need to buy a gift for my husband. Our anniversary is coming up soon and I have no idea what to get him."
His whole body went still under .
I slid forward again, pressing my tits against his chest, rubbing my ass in slow circles on his cock. I kissed him deep, sucked his tongue, then bit his bottom lip hard enough to make him hiss.
"And if you help pick out sothing really good," I whispered right against his mouth, "sothing that’ll make him happy... then I’ll reward you when we get back. I’ll let you do whatever you want to . I’ll even beg for it."
His grip on my ass turned bruising. "You’re fucking evil."
I smiled, innocent. "I know."
I kept grinding on him, slow and deliberate, feeling how wet I was getting even though I’d told him no. My panties were soaked. Every roll of my hips dragged my clit along his shaft and sent sparks up my spine. He was breathing through his nose, trying to stay in control, but his cock kept twitching under like it had a mind of its own.
I reached down between us and pald him through his sweats. He was so hard it had to hurt. I squeezed, stroked him up and down, feeling the thick vein along the underside. He groaned low in his throat and bucked up into my hand.
"Be good," I murmured, still stroking him. "Help pick sothing nice for my husband and I’ll suck your cock so good tonight you’ll forget your own na."
"Reina—"
I squeezed harder. "Say yes, Daddy."
He cursed under his breath, head falling back against the couch. "Fine. Yes. I’ll take you. I’ll help you pick out whatever the fuck you want for him."
I grinned, victorious, and gave him one last slow grind, pressing my soaked pussy right down on his cock until we both moaned. Then I climbed off his lap, legs shaky, panties sticking to .
"Get dressed," I said, fixing my shorts. "We’re leaving in ten minutes."
He stayed on the couch for a second, chest rising and falling, cock tenting his sweats obscenely. He looked at like he wanted to throw down and fuck right there on the floor.
Instead he stood up, adjusting himself with a rough hand, and muttered, "You’re going to pay for this later, princess."
I walked backward toward the bedroom, biting my lip. "I’m counting on it."
He watched the whole way, eyes dark and promising.
I turned the corner into the hallway, heart pounding, pussy throbbing, already soaked and aching for the reward I’d just promised him.
And yeah... I was still wearing my wedding ring.
It felt heavier than ever.
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