REINA
His hand tornted the other breast, pinching and soothing in perfect rhythm. My back bowed off the couch, thighs tightening around his hips as wetness slicked my folds.
He released my nipple with a wet pop and looked up at , eyes almost black with desire. "You’re so fucking beautiful like this," he murmured, voice reverent. "Flushed. Shaking. All mine."
The words hit harder than his touch. Mine. I should have argued. Should have reminded him this was temporary, dangerous, impossible. Instead I pulled him back up and kissed him again, pouring everything I couldn’t say into it—fear, want, surrender.
His hand slid down my stomach, slow and teasing, fingers tracing patterns that made tremble. When he finally cupped my pussy, I was drenched. He groaned deep in his chest, sliding two fingers through my slick folds, spreading the wetness, circling my swollen clit with maddening lightness.
"Look at you," he whispered, awe in his tone. "Soaked for . So ready, aren’t you?"
I tried to snap sothing sharp, anything to reclaim control, but he chose that mont to sink one thick finger inside . My walls fluttered around him instantly, greedy for more.
He watched my face as he pumped slowly, curling just right to stroke that spot that made stars burst behind my eyelids. His thumb settled on my clit, rubbing tight, perfect circles.
"More," I whispered, hating how wrecked I sounded.
He added a second finger, stretching deliciously, thrusting deeper. His mouth returned to my breast, sucking in ti with his fingers until pleasure coiled tight and hot low in my belly.
But it still wasn’t enough.
He felt it—the way my hips chased his hand, the way I clenched around him desperately. With a dark, knowing smile, he withdrew his fingers. I whined at the loss, but then he was moving down my body, kissing a path over my ribs, my stomach, lingering at the curve of my hip.
His broad shoulders pushed my thighs wider, opening completely. Cool air kissed my soaked pussy, and I shivered.
"Donico—"
"Let taste you, amore mio," he said against my inner thigh, lips brushing sensitive skin. "I’ve been dreaming about this mouth on you for days now. Please don’t stop ."
The raw confession undid . I couldn’t say no. Didn’t want to.
He didn’t wait. His tongue dragged up my center in one long, slow lick that ended with a teasing swirl around my clit. My hips jerked off the couch.
"Fuck—"
He humd, pleased, and did it again. Long, flat strokes, lapping up every drop like he was starving. When he reached my clit, he circled it slowly, then sucked it gently between his lips, flicking his tongue in quick, relentless flicks.
My hands flew to his hair, pulling hard. He growled against , the vibration shooting straight through my core. Then he devoured .
He sucked my clit harder, tongue lashing fast while he slid two fingers back inside , curling, thrusting, fucking in perfect sync. The room filled with wet, filthy sounds—his mouth on my pussy, his fingers pumping in and out, my broken moans echoing off the walls.
I lost control completely. My hips rocked against his face, grinding shalessly, chasing the building pressure. He didn’t let up, didn’t give a mont to breathe. He sucked and licked and finger-fucked until my thighs shook uncontrollably.
"Donico... Oh... Oh my God... I’m..." I’m going to fucking cum!
"Co for , Reina," he growled against my clit, voice muffled and rough. "Let feel you fall apart on my tongue."
The command shattered .
I ca with a sharp cry, back arching violently, pussy clenching hard around his fingers as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through . He kept licking, softer now, drawing it out until I was trembling, oversensitive, pushing weakly at his head.
Only then did he pull back, lips glistening with my release, eyes wild and tender all at once.
He crawled back up my body slowly, kissing every inch of skin he passed, until he hovered over . I wrapped my arms around his neck, still breathless, still aching deep inside.
He kissed —deep, slow, letting taste myself on his tongue. I moaned into his mouth, legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him closer.
His cock throbbed against my slick folds, still trapped behind thin fabric of his pants, and the barrier suddenly felt unbearable.
I tugged at his shirt, desperate. He helped yank it over his head, revealing the hard planes of his chest, the cut lines of his abs. My hands road greedily, nails scraping down his back as he kissed again, hungrier now.
He pulled back just enough to look at , chest heaving. His fingers went to his belt, pausing.
"Reina," he said, voice low and serious. "Tell to stop and I will. No questions. No pressure."
I swallowed, heart pounding. His eyes searched mine—patient, adoring, completely at my rcy.
I reached down and helped him unbuckle the belt myself.
He exhaled shakily, like my touch undid him. Together we shoved his trousers and briefs down, kicking them off until there was nothing left between us.
His cock sprang free—thick, hard, flushed dark with need. A bead of pre-cum glistened at the tip. I wrapped my hand around him instinctively, stroking once, twice. He groaned, hips jerking, forehead dropping to mine.
"Reina," he whispered, voice breaking. "I want you. So much it hurts. I want to be inside you, feel you around , watch you co again with buried deep inside you."
His words were raw, romantic, devastating.
"I want to make love to you," he continued softly, brushing my hair back from my face. "Not just fuck you—though God knows I want that too. I want to worship you, slow and deep, until you forget every reason you ever thought this was a bad idea."
My throat tightened. No one had ever looked at the way he did now—like I was everything.
I guided the head of his cock to my entrance, coating him in my wetness, teasing us both until he shuddered.
"Then do it," I whispered. "Take , Daddy. I want you inside . Now."
His eyes flared with emotion—relief, gratitude, fierce possessive love.
He kissed once more, soft and reverent, and slowly, so slowly, began to push inside.
We both groaned as he stretched , inch by thick inch, until he was seated fully, filling completely.
He stilled, breathing hard against my lips.
"You feel like heaven," he murmured, voice trembling. "Like everything I’ve ever wanted and ever needed."
Then he started to move—and the night truly just began with his big cock inside my wet pussy.
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