REINA

My body was still trembling from the aftershocks, my pussy clenching rhythmically around Domenico’s thick cock as he stayed buried deep inside me. The city lights danced across his sweat-glistened skin, highlighting every hard line of muscle. Even after that brutal, mind-shattering orgasm, I could feel him throbbing inside me—he wasn’t softening. If anything, his cock felt even harder, twitching with fresh hunger. I knew that look in his eyes. He wanted more. He always wanted more.

But something was different tonight. My limbs felt heavy, like warm lead. My chest rose and fell in shallow, exhausted pants even though we’d only had one round. In the past, one time with him was never enough—we’d go for hours, chasing each other into exhaustion. Tonight, though? My pussy felt raw, swollen, and overly sensitive. Every tiny shift of his cock sent sparks that bordered on too much. Yet at the same time, I was unbearably horny. My clit throbbed with need, my nipples ached, and a fresh wave of wetness leaked around where we were joined.

"Domenico..." I whispered, my voice hoarse. "Please... be gentle. My pussy feels so raw and tired. I don’t want you to hurt me or bruise me. Just... gentle tonight."

He stilled for a moment, those dark eyes softening as he looked down at me. Then he nodded, brushing a strand of hair from my damp forehead with surprising tenderness. "Anything for you, my Reina," he murmured, his voice low and velvet-rough. "I’ll worship you like you deserve."

He started moving again—slow, deep rolls of his hips instead of the punishing thrusts from before. It didn’t feel like fucking anymore. It felt like making love. Every glide of his thick cock stretched me so perfectly, dragging against my sensitive walls in long, luxurious strokes. The wet, slick sounds were softer now, more intimate, like a secret between our bodies.

"You feel like heaven around me," he breathed against my neck, pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses along my jaw. "So warm... so perfect. I’ve waited lifetimes to hold you like this. You’re not just a woman to me, Reina. You’re my dream. My obsession. The only light I’ve ever wanted in this dark world."

His words wrapped around my heart like silk chains. He thrust slow and deep, grinding his pelvis against my clit in gentle circles that made me whimper. "I would burn everything down just to wake up next to you every morning. You own me—body, soul, everything. I love the way you tremble for me... the way your pussy grips me like it never wants to let go."

"Ohhh..." A broken moan slipped from my lips. "Mmm... that feels so good... so deep..."

Tears pricked at my eyes. Not from pain—from the overwhelming sweetness of it all. No one had ever spoken to me like this. Not Paolo. Not anyone. Domenico was looking at me like I was the center of his universe, his hands caressing my sides, my breasts, my thighs with reverent touches while his cock filled me so completely.

"You’re crying," he whispered, voice cracking with sudden worry as he noticed the tears rolling down my cheeks. He stopped moving, still buried to the hilt, and cupped my face with both hands. "Did I do something wrong, amore mio? Tell me. I’ll fix it. I’d do anything—"

The slap came before I could think. My palm cracked hard across his cheek, the sound sharp in the quiet room. "Shut the fuck up!" I yelled, my voice breaking. Fresh tears spilled faster. "I hate you. I fucking hate you, Domenico."

His eyes widened in shock. I pushed at his chest. "Stop looking at me like that! I don’t want to see your face. You disgust me."

Tears—actual tears—welled up in his eyes. This powerful, dangerous man who had just fucked me senseless was suddenly crumbling. He stopped thrusting completely, his cock still pulsing deep inside me, but his expression shattered. "Reina... please," he begged, voice trembling. "Don’t hate me. I can’t bear it. It feels like my chest is being ripped open. You’re everything to me."

He grabbed my hand—the same one that had slapped him—and pressed it to his other cheek. "Hit me again. Harder. As many times as you need. Just don’t hate me." When I hesitated, he used my own hand to slap himself, the sound echoing. "See? I can take it. I deserve it if it makes you feel better."

More tears rolled down his face. "If you order me to take my own life, I’ll do it right now. Just say the word. But please... don’t hate me. My heart might stop beating completely without your love. You’re the only reason I breathe, Reina. The only reason this empty life has any meaning. I’m nothing without you."

His voice cracked with raw desperation, every word dripping with hopeless romantic agony. He looked completely broken—yet still so gentle, his cock buried inside me, his hands trembling as they held mine. The contrast made my head spin.

I couldn’t hold it in anymore. "I don’t know what’s wrong with me," I confessed in a shaky whisper, my own tears flowing freely. "I feel so tired... but I’m still so fucking horny. I hate you... but I need you. I don’t understand any of it."

Domenico’s face softened with relief and love so intense it hurt to look at. He leaned down and kissed my tears away, gentle as a whisper. "We’ll figure it out, my love. I promise you, my love. Together. Whatever this is, I’m here. I’m not going anywhere, I’m not going to leave you. I swear on my life."

He stayed perfectly still inside me, waiting. "What would you like to do now, Reina? Tell me. I’ll give you everything. Every fucking thing you asked for will be yours before you even blink."

Something inside me snapped again—this time with pure need. I grabbed his face and kissed him hard, pouring all my confusion and desire into it. I pushed at his shoulders until he rolled us over, his back hitting the cushions. I climbed on top of him, straddling his hips, his cock still deep inside me. The new angle made me gasp sharply.

"Mmmmfuck..." I moaned, grinding down slowly. "I’m still so horny. I need you to fuck me until I’m satisfied. Don’t stop until I can’t take anymore."

I started riding him, slow and deep at first, my hands braced on his chest. My breasts bounced with every roll of my hips, and I could feel him watching me with that same worshipful gaze, even through the tears drying on his cheeks.

"Yes... just like that," I whimpered, picking up the pace. "Fill me up, Domenico. Make me forget everything except your cock."

He groaned, hands gripping my ass gently, guiding me but never forcing. "Ride me, my queen. Use me however you want. I’m yours—completely, hopelessly yours."

The emotional storm mixed with the raw pleasure created something electric. I rode him harder, my pussy sliding up and down his thick length, the wet sounds growing louder again. "Ahh! Fuck... yes... mmm, you’re so deep like this..."

Every bounce sent jolts of pleasure through my over-sensitive body. I leaned forward, my nipples brushing his chest as I kissed him messily, sucking on his tongue while I ground my clit against him. He whispered more beautiful words between kisses—"I adore you... you’re my forever... I’d die a thousand times for one smile from you"—his voice hoarse with emotion.

I was a mess of contradictions—crying, moaning, hating him, loving the way he filled me. My thighs burned but I didn’t stop, chasing that building pressure again. "Don’t stop... please... I’m getting close again—oh god!"

He thrust up gently to meet me, matching my rhythm, one hand sliding up to cup my breast, thumb circling my nipple with perfect tenderness. The hopeless romantic in him was fully unleashed, tears still shimmering in his eyes as he worshipped my body and soul at the same time.

I didn’t know where this night would end—only that I was nowhere near satisfied yet. And for once, Domenico seemed ready to give me everything I demanded, even if it destroyed us both. Him, especially.