REINA
I hated that bastard!
Fuck! I hated Donico Gravano for making the taste of danger felt so good against my tongue and it sent a wave after wave of pleasure to my inner.
I never really expected it to be that thrilled and exciting. Having Donico’s cock buried deep in my wet pussy while I was on call with Paolo. My husband. His son.
Fuck!
And fuck for wanting to do it again.
"I know you enjoyed it, you don’t have to pretend." Donico, that damn Satan whispered into my ear, biting down hard on my earlobe before sucking gently on it.
"I didn’t enjoy it." I lied through my teeth, panting heavily and gasping as I pushed my ass back to et his hard thrusts.
"Liar!" Donico chuckled, that infuriating knowing smile plastered on his face as he kept rutting into my cunt.
My nails scratched against the leather as I tightened my grip on the headrest of the passenger seat of my supposed car.
Fuck, this is insane!
We are insane.
"I’m not," I moaned, tears rolling down my eyes as I kept eting him thrusts for thrusts."I’m not lying."
"Maybe one day you’ll be truthful to your feelings and tell exactly what you’re thinking in your head, but you’ve been a bad girl, haven’t you?" He breathed out, sneaking one hand into my top, fondling my breast, finally paying attention to my stiff nipple.
When I didn’t answer, he jerked down on him harder, earning a painful whimper from . "Haven’t you, baby?" he growled.
The sound was just too animalistic and it filled with hunger and maybe a bit rage.
"Yes!" I shouted breathlessly, squeezing my eyes shut against the invasion. His cock invading every nook and cranny of my inside.
I could feel his cock poking at my stomach from the inside.
"Are you going to be a good slutty girl for daddy now?" He asked, pinching my nipple so hard I saw stars.
"Yes," I wled desperately. The pain was morphing into sothing far more intense and breathtaking. He slid out and pushed back in, gentler this ti, but no less angry.
It felt like my body was on the edge of bursting. This wasn’t natural to be so goddamn full.
Donico pulled out to the tip again, and then he slamd his entire length inside of again, so deep, I could have sworn I felt him coming up my fucking throat. I cried out, my voice breaking from the swell of emotion building inside my chest.
Not fucking natural.
But fucking good.
"Oh, sweet Jesus! This is so fucking good, daddy." I moaned, the sound that tore through my throat was just too slutty. Too slutty just for him.
My stomach was tightening and I could feel an orgasm building dangerously fast. It felt like an angry wave was in my stomach, forming a devastating erupt that might likely kill .
"I’m right there," Donico growled, his body trembling against mine. "I’m right there, baby. Will you cum for daddy now?"
I nodded my head so fast I felt pain in the back of my head.
"Yes, daddy. I’m going to cum for you daddy." I cried out, clenching around him and I heard Donico let out a shaky grunt.
His hot breath fanning against my back.
"So sweet, you’re so fucking sweet, baby." He repeated over and over as his cum poured through , painting , using as its canvas.
There was so much of it, too much, and his pelvis lazily circled as he spurted the dregs into .
My cum rolled out of and it was just too much I almost fainted.
"Do you like it?" Donico asked, panting heavily as he dropped onto my back, chest heavily as he tried to control his breathing.
"I love it, daddy." I gasped, my abused pussy pulsing so hard as both of our cum continue to slipped out of the more my cunt pulse for recovery.
"You’ve created a monster. The sa way I have created a slut." Donico chuckled as he pulled out of and I suddenly felt empty with the absence of his cock.
I would have asked him to return his cock back into my pussy if I wasn’t already tired.
Donico learned forward, pressing a gentle kiss on my forehead before petting my ass twice. "Co on, princess, let’s get you cleaned up and get you to school before I start fucking you again."
I chuckled, wiggling my ass. "All right, daddy."
Donico took off his briefs and used it to wipe clean and helped put my clothes back on. He insisted on leaving his briefs in my bag that I should sniff it whenever I miss him during my boring lectures.
I knew he was being ridiculous but I let him have his way, anyway.
We drove the rest of the way in silence, but it wasn’t empty. Every second stretched, with soft smile and stolen glances.
When we reached the campus gates, he pulled over and put the car in park.
"You’ll take this car back ho," he said finally.
"Donico—"
"No argunt this ti." His voice softened but stayed firm. "Let do this for you."
I looked at him, really looked at him—the stubborn tilt of his mouth, the hint of worry in his eyes he probably didn’t even realize was showing.
He wasn’t doing this to control . Not entirely. He just didn’t know any other way to care.
"Fine," I said quietly. "But only because you wouldn’t back down if I don’t."
He chuckled under his breath, a small victory smile tugging at his lips. "You know too well."
I smirked. "Unfortunately."
He leaned back in his seat, watching as I gathered my bag. "Call when you’re done with your classes."
"Why? You planning another surprise?"
"Maybe." he said, pulling in for a kiss, full on the lips with tongue and biting involved.
"Donico," I warned.
He grinned. "Relax. No more cars. For now." he grinned, finally letting go.
I rolled my eyes and opened the door, stepping out into the afternoon heat. But before I could walk away, he called after .
"Reina."
I turned.
His expression had softened completely. "Be safe, bella."
Sothing in his tone made my chest tighten. I nodded once, pretending it didn’t affect . "Always."
Then I shut the door and walked toward the campus gates, trying not to look back. But I felt his gaze on the entire ti, like a weight between my shoulder blades.
He was impossible. Stubborn. Overbearing. But as much as I wanted to be angry at him, I couldn’t.
Because sowhere deep down, I liked it—the way he cared too much, the way he made ordinary things like car keys feel like declarations.
And even if I didn’t say it out loud, I knew one thing for sure.
He wasn’t going anywhere.
And maybe... I didn’t want him to.
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