REINA
My chest felt heavy, and I couldn’t breathe properly. It was as if a stack of heavy loads had been placed on , forcing to gasp for breath. My breathing was hard, but not impossible.
Or was it?
I tried moving my hands, but I couldn’t move them either.
Jesus, was this so kind of sleep paralysis happening to right now?
I pried one eye open, my brows pinched together as realization struck . Donico Gravano—my fucking father-in-law—was lying on top of .
His whole body was over mine! What the fuck?
"Jesus fucking Christ!" I groaned, opening my eyes fully and letting out a shaky breath as everything that happened last night rushed back into my mory like a flood I couldn’t stop.
We had sex.
We had sex, and I wasn’t weirded out about it.
We finally had sex, and, in fact, I liked it.
"Big man, you might want to get off right now. I can hardly breathe," I chuckled, trying to push him off. But who was I kidding? The man was a bag of muscles, and even if I spent the rest of my life in the gym, I’d still never be a match for him.
I swallowed thickly, tapping his arm to wake him up, but he only relaxed into my chest even more.
My breath hitched when he snuggled against like a fucking toddler, his hot breath fanning over my chest and caressing the side of my face.
My heart was pounding so fast. That was when I felt sothing throb inside .
"Huh?" I grumbled, shoving my hand toward my stomach. It was hard to move because Donico was practically lying on top of . Pinning into the mattress.
I slid my fingers lower, trying to figure out why it felt like sothing was still inside . My fingers froze the mont they brushed against sothing long and aty buried deep in my pussy.
When I traced along the line of his thigh to see where it ca from, it led straight to Donico and...
That was his cock.
"You must be fucking kidding !" I hissed, fisting his cock and squeezing so hard that Donico stirred awake.
"Princess?" he growled sleepily, and fuck, was this what my father-in-law sounded like when he woke up in the morning?
He sounded so fucking sexy I wanted to suck the sound out of his lips and swallow it down my throat.
That... that made my pussy pulse. So fucking hard and needy.
"Please pull out your cock. I need to get up," I breathed out, slowly letting go of his cock, which was starting to harden again inside . "And please," I grumbled, "get off . You’re heavy."
Donico smirked as he pushed up on his elbows, hovering over in a half push-up position, but he was still practically lying on top of , still buried deep inside .
"What do you an I should get up because I’m heavy?" he asked, smirking devilishly down at . The corner of his lips curved upward in that infuriating snarl that made want to kick his balls.
"I can barely breathe right now, Daddy. I’m not joking, you’re really heavy," I said, pouting my lips and giving him my best puppy eyes.
I sincerely hoped that would make him move away, but that only seed to turn him on even more. His cock kept growing harder inside my cunt.
"You weren’t complaining about my weight last night, so why now?" He smirked, his eyes glinting with mischievous.
"That was because you were fucking , making unaware of everything else that was going on around . But now, it’s different. We’re not fucking." I said with a grin, my face heating up with embarrassnt.
Donico leaned forward, planting a soft kiss on my cheek, and then let out a harsh grunt. "Is this your way of asking to fuck you?"
His voice ca out low, rough with sleep, the kind that scraped along my skin like velvet over fire. His grin was lazy, cocky, too sure of himself, and for a mont I forgot how to breathe.
"You wish?" I gasped when he licked my face, his tongue tracing the line along my jaw. "Get off , you horny fuck."
"I want to do it again." He grumbled, dropping on top of again and I gasped at how good it made feel to have his heavy weight on top of again. "Please? Should I start moving?"
"Omg, no." I gasped when he rolled his hips, thrusting his cock into . I grabbed his arms, trying to stop him. "You fucked more than enough last night, I barely catch a sleep."
"Alright," His smirk deepened, eyes glinting with mischief. "Just one round."
For a quick second, I wanted to consider it. But then, he had bullied my pussy more than enough last night.
One round. As if it were that simple. As if my heart wasn’t already tangled around this man I should never want.
"The answer is still no." I shot back, my tone sharp but my heart beating far too fast.
"Baby, co on." He muttered, voice dipping softer, teasing, almost boyish, though there was nothing innocent in his gaze. "It’ll be quick. Just one round, hmm? I will fuck you with just the tip."
My chest tightened at his words, that shaless honesty, that tone that made everything inside twist into a ss of confusion and want.
"I know you won’t be satisfied with just one round, you’d want to fuck for the rest of today if I should give in..." I cut myself off, glaring up at him, but he only looked more amused. "Just... Get off already."
"You’re so heartless." He grumbled, giving a shy smile as he moved to pull out of .
God help . The more he smiled like that, the more I knew I was already too far gone.
"Okay, fine!" I sighed, throwing my hands up in surrender. "I can’t win against you, can I?"
Donico’s grin widened, that slow, knowing curl of his lips that always made my stomach twist in ways I didn’t want to admit.
"I don’t think so," he said simply, voice low and rough, like smoke curling through the air.
I rolled my eyes, but the corners of my mouth betrayed , tugging upward. "Nice try," I murmured, even though we both knew I’d already lost whatever battle this was.
He tilted his head, studying with that maddening calm that always made feel seen, stripped bare even when I was fully clothed. Then, softly, he said, "Kiss ."
The words weren’t a demand, yet they landed like one. My pulse skipped. For a heartbeat, the world stilled, no sound, no air, just his gaze and the wild flutter in my chest.
God, he didn’t even have to touch to make feel undone.
My throat went dry. "Yes, Daddy..." The words slipped out before I could stop them, breathless and trembling.
And in that mont, I hated how easily he could pull back under his gravity, how my defiance always lted the second he looked at like that.
Before I realized what I was doing, my hand was already lifting, fingers trembling as they brushed against his jaw. His stubble scraped softly against my skin,sending a tingling sensation down to my pussy.
He didn’t speak. He didn’t move. He only watched , his eyes dark and heavy with sothing that made my pulse quicken.
I leaned in slowly, my heart thundering so loud it filled the quiet between us. My breath mingled with his, warm, uneven, charged.
And then I kissed him.
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