REINA
My body was on fire. Every inch of trembled as I lay sprawled across Donico’s wide sectional couch, my dress bunched uselessly around my waist like a forgotten belt. My legs were still spread wide, obscenely open, my pussy throbbing and dripping from the way he’d just devoured . The lights filtering through the tall windows painted everything in a soft, silvery glow, making my skin look flushed and slick with sweat. I could feel my own wetness cooling on my inner thighs, my clit pulsing with every heartbeat.
What am I doing? The thought flickered weakly in the back of my mind, drowned out by the heavy pounding of my pulse. Paolo’s face flashed for half a second—then vanished as Donico rose above like a dark god, his fingers working the buttons of his shirt one by one.
God, he was beautiful. Dangerous. Every button he undid revealed more of his sculpted chest, the hard ridges of his abs, the trail of dark hair disappearing into his trousers. His eyes never left mine—burning, possessive, hungry. My breath ca in shallow pants as I watched him, my nipples still tight and aching from his mouth, my pussy clenching around nothing.
"Oh fuck..." I whispered, the words slipping out before I could stop them. My voice sounded wrecked already.
He shrugged the shirt off his broad shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. The muscles in his arms flexed as he reached for his belt. The tallic clink of the buckle sent a fresh rush of heat between my legs. I bit my lip hard, trying to hold back the whimper building in my throat, but it escaped anyway—soft and needy.
"Mmm... Donico..." I moaned low, my hips twitching involuntarily. I was so empty. So desperate. My body still humd from the way his fingers had fucked , from his tongue sucking on my clit like he owned it.
He pushed his trousers down, and my eyes widened. His cock sprang free—thick, heavy, and rock-hard, the head glistening with pre-cum. It bobbed against his stomach as he kicked his clothes aside, standing completely naked in front of . My mouth went dry even as my pussy flooded with fresh arousal.
Just one night, I reminded myself, but the words felt like a lie. One night with him was already ruining .
Donico moved closer, his gaze raking over my exposed body like he wanted to morize every trembling inch. He wrapped a hand around his thick cock and stroked it slowly, base to tip, right in front of . The sight made whimper louder.
"Please..." The word tumbled out, shaky and broken. "I need you."
He climbed onto the couch, his powerful body caging in. The heat radiating off him made my skin prickle. He gripped my thighs, spreading even wider, and positioned the fat head of his cock at my entrance. He rubbed it up and down my soaked folds, coating himself in my wetness, teasing my swollen clit with every pass.
"Fuck... oh my god," I gasped, my back arching off the cushions. "Don’t tease ... please, Donico... I can’t take it."
He pushed forward, just the tip breaching , stretching my tight walls. My eyes rolled back and a loud, guttural moan tore from my throat.
"Ahhh! Yes... fuck yes..." I cried out, my nails digging into his shoulders. He was so big. So thick. The burn was delicious, overwhelming. He sank in another inch, slow and deliberate, letting feel every ridge, every vein.
"Mmmmfuck... you’re so deep already," I whimpered, my voice cracking. My legs shook around his hips as he worked himself deeper, inch by torturous inch, until his hips finally pressed flush against mine. He was buried to the hilt, filling completely, stretching in a way that made my toes curl and my mind go blank.
For a mont, neither of us moved. I could feel his cock throbbing inside , my walls fluttering and clenching around him desperately. The fullness was insane. Perfect. Sinful.
Then he pulled back and slamd in hard.
"Oh shit—yes!" I scread, my head falling back against the cushions. He set a brutal rhythm imdiately, fucking deep and fast, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing through the living room with every powerful thrust. My breasts bounced wildly with the force of it, nipples grazing his chest.
"Fuck ... harder... please!" I begged, my voice hoarse and filthy. "Mmm... yes, Donico... just like that—oh god, you’re so fucking big!"
He growled above , one hand gripping my hip hard enough to bruise while the other pinched and rolled my nipple. The sharp sting mixed with the pleasure slamming through my core, making sob with need. Every thrust hit that perfect spot inside , sending sparks exploding behind my eyes.
I was losing control completely. My moans turned into broken, unintelligible cries as he pounded into . "Ahh! Fuck... mmmmfuck yes... don’t stop—please don’t stop!"
My hands road his back, nails raking down his skin as I pulled him deeper. The couch creaked beneath us. My juices coated his cock, dripping down with every brutal stroke, the obscene wet sounds driving even crazier.
Donico leaned down, capturing my mouth in a ssy, hungry kiss. I moaned into it, sucking on his tongue the way he’d done to earlier, desperate and shaless. He fucked harder, grinding his pelvis against my clit with every thrust.
I broke the kiss, gasping for air. "I’m gonna co... oh fuck, I’m so close—Donico!"
"Co for ," he growled against my ear, his voice dark and commanding. "Let feel this tight little pussy squeeze my cock."
His words pushed over the edge. My orgasm crashed through like a tidal wave. My back arched violently, my thighs clamping around his waist as I ca hard, screaming his na.
"Donico—fuck! Yes... mmmmfuuuuck!" My walls spasd wildly around him, milking his thick cock as pleasure ripped through every nerve in my body. I shook uncontrollably, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes from the intensity.
But he didn’t stop. He kept thrusting through my orgasm, drawing it out, making it last until I was a sobbing, whimpering ss beneath him. My body was limp, oversensitive, yet still craving more.
He slowed for a mont, still buried deep, and looked down at with those intense eyes. His thumb brushed my swollen lips, and I instinctively sucked it into my mouth, moaning softly around it.
I knew then, with his cock still pulsing inside and my body singing with pleasure, that one night wasn’t going to be enough.
Not even close.
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