REINA
My body was still trembling from the aftershocks, my pussy clenching rhythmically around Donico’s thick cock as he stayed buried deep inside . The city lights danced across his sweat-glistened skin, highlighting every hard line of muscle. Even after that brutal, mind-shattering orgasm, I could feel him throbbing inside —he wasn’t softening. If anything, his cock felt even harder, twitching with fresh hunger. I knew that look in his eyes. He wanted more. He always wanted more.
But sothing was different tonight. My limbs felt heavy, like warm lead. My chest rose and fell in shallow, exhausted pants even though we’d only had one round. In the past, one ti with him was never enough—we’d go for hours, chasing each other into exhaustion. Tonight, though? My pussy felt raw, swollen, and overly sensitive. Every tiny shift of his cock sent sparks that bordered on too much. Yet at the sa ti, I was unbearably horny. My clit throbbed with need, my nipples ached, and a fresh wave of wetness leaked around where we were joined.
"Donico..." I whispered, my voice hoarse. "Please... be gentle. My pussy feels so raw and tired. I don’t want you to hurt or bruise . Just... gentle tonight."
He stilled for a mont, those dark eyes softening as he looked down at . Then he nodded, brushing a strand of hair from my damp forehead with surprising tenderness. "Anything for you, my Reina," he murmured, his voice low and velvet-rough. "I’ll worship you like you deserve."
He started moving again—slow, deep rolls of his hips instead of the punishing thrusts from before. It didn’t feel like fucking anymore. It felt like making love. Every glide of his thick cock stretched so perfectly, dragging against my sensitive walls in long, luxurious strokes. The wet, slick sounds were softer now, more intimate, like a secret between our bodies.
"You feel like heaven around ," he breathed against my neck, pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses along my jaw. "So warm... so perfect. I’ve waited lifetis to hold you like this. You’re not just a woman to , Reina. You’re my dream. My obsession. The only light I’ve ever wanted in this dark world."
His words wrapped around my heart like silk chains. He thrust slow and deep, grinding his pelvis against my clit in gentle circles that made whimper. "I would burn everything down just to wake up next to you every morning. You own —body, soul, everything. I love the way you tremble for ... the way your pussy grips like it never wants to let go."
"Ohhh..." A broken moan slipped from my lips. "Mmm... that feels so good... so deep..."
Tears pricked at my eyes. Not from pain—from the overwhelming sweetness of it all. No one had ever spoken to like this. Not Paolo. Not anyone. Donico was looking at like I was the center of his universe, his hands caressing my sides, my breasts, my thighs with reverent touches while his cock filled so completely.
"You’re crying," he whispered, voice cracking with sudden worry as he noticed the tears rolling down my cheeks. He stopped moving, still buried to the hilt, and cupped my face with both hands. "Did I do sothing wrong, amore mio? Tell . I’ll fix it. I’d do anything—"
The slap ca before I could think. My palm cracked hard across his cheek, the sound sharp in the quiet room. "Shut the fuck up!" I yelled, my voice breaking. Fresh tears spilled faster. "I hate you. I fucking hate you, Donico."
His eyes widened in shock. I pushed at his chest. "Stop looking at like that! I don’t want to see your face. You disgust ."
Tears—actual tears—welled up in his eyes. This powerful, dangerous man who had just fucked senseless was suddenly crumbling. He stopped thrusting completely, his cock still pulsing deep inside , but his expression shattered. "Reina... please," he begged, voice trembling. "Don’t hate . I can’t bear it. It feels like my chest is being ripped open. You’re everything to ."
He grabbed my hand—the sa one that had slapped him—and pressed it to his other cheek. "Hit again. Harder. As many tis as you need. Just don’t hate ." When I hesitated, he used my own hand to slap himself, the sound echoing. "See? I can take it. I deserve it if it makes you feel better."
More tears rolled down his face. "If you order to take my own life, I’ll do it right now. Just say the word. But please... don’t hate . My heart might stop beating completely without your love. You’re the only reason I breathe, Reina. The only reason this empty life has any aning. I’m nothing without you."
His voice cracked with raw desperation, every word dripping with hopeless romantic agony. He looked completely broken—yet still so gentle, his cock buried inside , his hands trembling as they held mine. The contrast made my head spin.
I couldn’t hold it in anymore. "I don’t know what’s wrong with ," I confessed in a shaky whisper, my own tears flowing freely. "I feel so tired... but I’m still so fucking horny. I hate you... but I need you. I don’t understand any of it."
Donico’s face softened with relief and love so intense it hurt to look at. He leaned down and kissed my tears away, gentle as a whisper. "We’ll figure it out, my love. I promise you, my love. Together. Whatever this is, I’m here. I’m not going anywhere, I’m not going to leave you. I swear on my life."
He stayed perfectly still inside , waiting. "What would you like to do now, Reina? Tell . I’ll give you everything. Every fucking thing you asked for will be yours before you even blink."
Sothing inside snapped again—this ti with pure need. I grabbed his face and kissed him hard, pouring all my confusion and desire into it. I pushed at his shoulders until he rolled us over, his back hitting the cushions. I climbed on top of him, straddling his hips, his cock still deep inside . The new angle made gasp sharply.
"Mmmmfuck..." I moaned, grinding down slowly. "I’m still so horny. I need you to fuck until I’m satisfied. Don’t stop until I can’t take anymore."
I started riding him, slow and deep at first, my hands braced on his chest. My breasts bounced with every roll of my hips, and I could feel him watching with that sa worshipful gaze, even through the tears drying on his cheeks.
"Yes... just like that," I whimpered, picking up the pace. "Fill up, Donico. Make forget everything except your cock."
He groaned, hands gripping my ass gently, guiding but never forcing. "Ride , my queen. Use however you want. I’m yours—completely, hopelessly yours."
The emotional storm mixed with the raw pleasure created sothing electric. I rode him harder, my pussy sliding up and down his thick length, the wet sounds growing louder again. "Ahh! Fuck... yes... mmm, you’re so deep like this..."
Every bounce sent jolts of pleasure through my over-sensitive body. I leaned forward, my nipples brushing his chest as I kissed him ssily, sucking on his tongue while I ground my clit against him. He whispered more beautiful words between kisses—"I adore you... you’re my forever... I’d die a thousand tis for one smile from you"—his voice hoarse with emotion.
I was a ss of contradictions—crying, moaning, hating him, loving the way he filled . My thighs burned but I didn’t stop, chasing that building pressure again. "Don’t stop... please... I’m getting close again—oh god!"
He thrust up gently to et , matching my rhythm, one hand sliding up to cup my breast, thumb circling my nipple with perfect tenderness. The hopeless romantic in him was fully unleashed, tears still shimring in his eyes as he worshipped my body and soul at the sa ti.
I didn’t know where this night would end—only that I was nowhere near satisfied yet. And for once, Donico seed ready to give everything I demanded, even if it destroyed us both. Him, especially.
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