DONICO
I pushed inside her slowly, watching her face the entire ti. Reina’s lips parted on a sharp gasp, her eyes fluttering shut as her tight heat closed around inch by inch.
She was soaked, slick from her orgasm, but still so fucking tight it took everything in not to slam ho in one hard thrust.
I wanted to savor this—every second of finally being inside her again after days of aching for her like a man possessed.
When I bottod out, buried to the hilt, we both groaned long and low. Her walls fluttered around my cock, squeezing rhythmically like she was trying to pull even deeper. I dropped my forehead to hers, breathing hard, trying to hold still long enough to let her adjust, even though every instinct scread at to move.
"Fuck," I rasped against her mouth. "You feel perfect. So fucking perfect."
Her nails dug deep into my shoulders, sharp enough to break skin. "Move," she whispered, voice small and needy, almost broken. "Please, Donico."
That plea snapped sothing primal inside .
I pulled back almost all the way out—slowly, deliberately—watching her pussy cling to my cock, reluctant to let go. Then I drove back in, hard and deep. Her back arched clean off the couch, a raw, throaty cry ripping from her throat. I did it again, harder this ti, setting a brutal, unforgiving pace right from the start.
Skin slapped against skin, wet and loud, echoing through the living room, mixing with her desperate moans and my low grunts.
I couldn’t get deep enough, fast enough. I needed more of her—every sound she made, every clench of her walls, every tremble that ran through her body.
Reina’s legs wrapped tight around my waist, heels digging into the globe of my ass, urging on like she couldn’t stand even a fraction of space between us.
I hooked one arm under her knee and spread her wider, opening her completely. The next thrust hit deeper than before, and she scread my na, high and wrecked. Her pussy clamped down so hard I saw stars behind my eyelids.
"Donico! Yes... fucking fuck... right there," she gasped, voice breaking on every word.
I pounded into that exact spot relentlessly, hips snapping forward with punishing force, sweat already dripping down my back and onto her stomach. The couch creaked and shifted under us with every thrust, threatening to slide across the floor.
Her tits bounced wildly with the force of it, nipples hard and red from my mouth earlier. I leaned down and sucked one into my mouth again, biting just enough to make her jerk violently and cry out louder.
She clawed at my back, nails raking long, burning lines down my skin. The pain only made fuck her harder.
"Harder," she demanded, voice completely wrecked and raw. "Please... fuck harder."
I gave her harder. Every thrust was punishnt and worship at the sa ti. I wanted to ruin her for anyone else. I wanted her to feel for days, that even if she ended up chasing away in the morning, she’d still feel stretching her, filling her, fucking her cunt when I wasn’t there with her.
Her head thrashed side to side, dark hair sticking to her damp forehead and cheeks. "Donico! God, I’m close again... I’m... fuck!"
I slid my hand between our slick bodies, thumb finding her swollen clit, rubbing fast, tight circles over it without rcy. She shattered almost instantly, pussy spasming wildly around my cock, milking so hard my rhythm faltered for a second. I fucked her through it anyway, drawing out every pulse, every broken cry, until she was shaking uncontrollably and sobbing my na into my neck.
I didn’t stop. Not even close.
As soon as the waves started to fade, I pulled out abruptly, flipped her over onto her stomach, and yanked her hips up high. She went willingly, almost eagerly, ass in the air, face pressed deep into the cushion. I spread her cheeks wide with both hands, watching her pussy clench around nothing, glistening with thick wetness. A string of her release stretched between us before it snapped.
I lined up and slamd back inside in one brutal, possessive thrust.
"Fuck! Wait... I just ca!" she scread, voice muffled by the couch, but her hips pushed back greedily all the sa, taking deeper.
I gripped her hips hard enough to leave fingerprints and started pounding again. The new angle let go even deeper, the head of my cock dragging roughly against her front wall with every stroke. Her back arched beautifully, ass bouncing against my pelvis with every loud, wet slap of skin on skin.
I reached forward, fisted a handful of her hair, and pulled her head back sharply. Her neck curved, mouth falling open on constant, desperate moans.
"You take so fucking well," I growled right against her ear. "This pussy was made for . Only ."
She pushed back against harder, eting every thrust like she was starving for it. "Yes... Donico, yours. Fuck, it’s yours. So please..."
Please what? Please stop going too fast, or stop fucking too hard?
I let go of her hair and slapped her ass, hard and sharp. The crack echoed through the room around us. She clenched around so tight I groaned deep in my chest.
I did it again, watching her skin bloom hot pink under my palm. Then the other cheek, harder, alternating until both were bright red and she was dripping ssily down her thighs.
"You like that?" I asked, voice rough and dark. Another slap, even harder. "You like being fucked like this? Like you belong to ?"
"Yes," she sobbed, voice breaking. "Don’t stop. Please don’t stop."
I leaned over her fully, chest pressed to her sweat-slick back, one hand snaking around to rub her clit again without an ounce of rcy. My mouth found her ear. Biting down hard until I could taste her blood on my tongue.
"Cum on my cock again, baby. I want to feel you squeeze tight like you did before. Milk , please."
She broke with a wail that turned into a scream, entire body locking up, pussy convulsing so hard I had to fight to keep thrusting through the vise-like grip. Her second orgasm dragged mine right to the edge, balls tightening painfully.
But I still wasn’t done with her yet.
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