REINA
My body was still quaking with my release when I realized he hadn’t stopped yet. Donico’s cock was still buried deep inside of , he kept plunging inside , unrelenting, his thrusts deep and deliberate as if my orgasm had been nothing more than a warm-up.
"Daddy... please... I c-can’t... can’t please... aargh!" I gasped, tears springing at the corners of my eyes.
His mouth curved in a rciless smirk above . "Can’t what? Can’t take more? Don’t lie to , dolcezza. This greedy little pussy is still sucking in, begging for it."
And it was. My body betrayed , clenching and fluttering around him, wetter than before. Every thrust sent another aftershock rippling through until I thought I might break apart.
My body was still trembling, every nerve raw and oversensitized. The world around blurred, colors lting together as I tried to steady my breath. But he hadn’t stopped. Donico’s cock was still there in my pussy—heavy, powerful, hard unyielding. Thrusting so hard I almost blanked out.
His movents didn’t soften; they only grew slower, more deliberate, as though he was testing how far he could push before I shattered completely.
I whimpered his na, my voice barely more than a broken sigh. "Daddy... please... I can’t—"
His hand slid up, curling around my throat with possessive gentleness, forcing my eyes to et his. The darkness in them was both frightening and beautiful—like staring into a storm and knowing it would never let you go.
"Look at ," he murmured. "You think you’re finished, but you’re not. Not until I say you are."
The words made my pulse spike again, a tremor of sothing wild and uncontrollable rising inside .
My body betrayed , answering his command even while my mind scread for relief. The air between us felt heavy—charged with heat, reverence, and the dangerous kind of love and lust that burned too deep to ever be pure.
He leaned close, his breath brushing my ear. "You feel that?" His tone was rough, yet controlled, a growl of restrained power. "That’s what happens when you give yourself to . Completely."
I could only nod, tears clinging to my lashes as the emotion in his voice tangled with the intensity in his eyes. Every sound, every breath, seed to echo between us.
My hands clutched at his shoulders, searching for balance, for sothing to hold onto. The room tilted, and all I could feel was him, his scent, his heat, his weight, his voice commanding my heart to beat in rhythm with his.
When he finally slowed, his forehead pressed to mine, our breaths mingling. "You drive insane, piccola," he whispered. "Every ti I touch you, I lose a little more control."
His confession hit harder than his strength ever could. I realized then it wasn’t just dominance—it was devotion, raw and consuming. And even as I trembled beneath him, part of didn’t want it to end.
"Open your legs wider," he ordered, gripping my thighs and folding them back against my chest.
The position opened so completely that sha burned hot across my cheeks. He lood over , his cock stretching deeper than ever before, hitting places that made cry out helplessly.
"Look at that," he growled, watching himself slide in and out of . "So fucking tight, yet you’re swallowing whole. My son never deserved this. No man deserves this pussy, only ."
I shook my head weakly, too overwheld to argue, too far gone to deny the truth in his words.
"You love it, don’t you?" His thumb circled my clit suddenly, making jolt. "Being spread open, used like this. You want Daddy to fuck you into the mattress until you can’t walk tomorrow."
"Yes... oh God, yes, mmmp fuck fuckkkkk." I sobbed, my voice breaking.
"That’s my girl." He bent, teeth catching my nipple and biting down until I yelped. His thrusts grew savage, his pace brutal, each stroke dragging another moan from my lips.
The pressure built again, faster this ti, unbearable. My nails clawed at his back, leaving red streaks across his skin. "I’m gonna..."
"You’re not allowed yet, you just ca." He snarled, pulling his hand away from my clit at the very last second. My whole body scread for release, my orgasm ripped away cruelly.
"Donico!" I cried, trembling, frustrated tears spilling down my temples.
How could he be so sweet, yet so wicked? So... So goddamn evil?
"Call properly." He snapped his hips hard, grinding deep.
"D-Daddy," I choked. "Please... please let ... pleaseee." I whimpered, too tired, too horny, too fucking sex drunk.
"That’s better," he purred darkly, slowing his thrusts to a torturous grind. "Beg . Beg Daddy to let you co again."
I shook under him, sha warring with desperation. "Please, Daddy. I’m your slut, your whore... fuck, I’ll do anything, just let co again!"
The savage gleam in his eyes nearly undid . "Good girl." His thumb returned to my clit, rubbing in tight, rciless circles.
The pleasure surged so violently that my vision blurred. I shattered again, screaming his na as my orgasm ripped through harder than the first, flooding around his cock.
But Donico didn’t stop.
Even as I bucked and writhed, overstimulated, he kept fucking . His thrusts turned cruel, his pace relentless, and I scread into the sheets, begging for rcy that never ca.
"You’re going to give every last drop, Reina," he growled into my ear. "Every orgasm your body has ever hidden from my son belongs to now. You understand?"
"Yes!" I sobbed. "Yes, Daddy, I understand..."
He yanked up suddenly, dragging to the edge of the bed. My legs dangled as he stood, keeping impaled on his cock. He lifted my hips like I weighed nothing, pounding up into with brutal strength.
"Look at you," he snarled, staring down at the sight of my body bouncing helplessly in his grip. "Fucking wrecked already, and I haven’t even given you half of what I want."
I scread as another orgasm tore through , unexpected, unstoppable. My nails raked his arms, my body convulsing around him.
"That’s three orgasm since we got here," he hissed, slamming into harder. "You’ll give more. Daddy’s not done."
He pulled out suddenly, my cunt clenching around nothing, and shoved off the bed. Before I could collapse, he flipped around, bending over the mattress. His hand pressed hard between my shoulder blades, forcing my face into the sheets as he drove into from behind.
The angle was brutal, rciless. His cock speared so deep I saw stars, every thrust dragging filthy moans out of I couldn’t control.
"Listen to yourself," he growled, gripping my hips like a man possessed. "Moaning for your husband’s father. Do you know how fucking ruined you are now?"
"Yes," I cried, drooling against the sheets. "Ruined—Daddy, you ruined — ahhh! Fuck, yes."
He slapped my ass hard, the sting making clench tighter around him. His pace grew animalistic, pounding into until my legs shook violently.
"You belong to ," he spat, leaning down to bite my back. "You fucking belong to , Reina. Body and soul. Your all is all mine now. All fucking mine."
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