Chapter 134: Chapter 134
DOMENICO
The living room was shrouded in seductive darkness. Only the soft glow of the laptop illuminated the room.
I lounged back on the wide, black leather couch like a king on his throne, legs spread wide, one hand lazily cradling a glass of aged whiskey while the other was already busy between my thighs.
Reina’s face filled the screen, hundreds of stolen photos meticulously organized staring back at me.
Tonight, I kept returning to one particular image: the naked picture of her I had taken in my bed that night after I had fucked her senseless out of her. Her eyes closed, mouth parted slightly and my cum decorated her face and chest like my favorite cum canvas. Her nipples were all bruised from how hard I had sucked and bit on them that night. Hair disheveled.
My cock was already rock-hard, thick and heavy in my fist from just watching that seductive picture of hers. God, I want to fuck her like that again. I want to use her as my personal cumster because that was exactly what she was.
My cumster. My personal whore.
I stroked myself slowly, savoring every inch, from the thick base all the way up to the swollen, leaking head. Precum oozed steadily from the slit, making my strokes slick and obscene. The wet sound of skin sliding over skin echoed softly in the quiet room.
"Fuck, look at you," I murmured with a low, teasing chuckle. "Such a pretty little thing. You have no idea what you do to me, do you, baby?"
I had spent the evening pulling every dangerous string I could reach. Quiet calls to dangerous men. Favors called in. Threats whispered. Whoever was stalking Reina would be found, because if anyone was going to hunt her, watch her, claim her... it would be me. Not Paolo. Not some faceless coward. Reina belonged to me. Her body, her moans, her dripping little cunt, all mine.
The thought made my cock twitch violently in my grip.
I tightened my fist and began pumping faster, hips rolling up lazily to meet each stroke. My balls felt heavy, full, aching for release. I imagined her on her knees in front of me, those soft lips stretched wide around my thick shaft, eyes watering as I fucked her throat.
"Goddamn, Reina..." I groaned, thumb swirling over the sensitive head, spreading the leaking precum. "I bet your pussy is so fucking tight and wet for me right now. Always fighting me even when you’re soaking wet."
My breathing grew heavier. I set the whiskey glass aside and used my free hand to cup my balls, rolling them gently while my other hand worked my cock with long, deliberate strokes. The vein along the underside pulsed against my palm.
But no matter how hard I jerked, no matter how vividly I pictured slamming into her from behind while she moaned my name, I couldn’t cum.
Frustration burned low in my gut.
"Little tease," I growled playfully, almost affectionately. "Even when you’re not here, you’re still making me suffer."
I reached for my phone.
Dialed her number.
It rang.
Once.
Twice.
Seven fucking times.
Each unanswered ring made me stroke faster, rougher. My fist flew up and down my throbbing shaft, wet and frantic, hips bucking off the couch.
Finally, she answered.
"What?" Reina snapped, her voice sharp, angry, and deliciously cold.
The sound of it went straight to my cock like a live wire.
A deep, guttural groan tore from my throat before I could stop it.
"There you are, baby..." I rasped, voice thick and dripping with lust. "Been waiting for that pretty voice all night."
"Go fuck yourself, Domenico."
I laughed breathlessly, the sound breaking into a shameless, needy whimper as I pumped my cock even harder.
"Oh, I’m already doing that, sweetheart," I teased, voice low and filthy. "Been fisting my thick cock for the last half hour while staring at your photos. You should see how hard I am right now... all because of you."
I heard her sharp inhale. That tiny sound made my balls draw up tight.
"Want to know exactly what I’m doing?" I continued, my tone playful and wicked even as I stroked myself mercilessly. I’m surprised she hasn’t hung up on me yet. "I’m sitting here with my legs spread, jerking my big, veiny dick nice and slow... imagining it’s your tight little pussy instead. Fuck, I can almost feel how wet you get for me. You always fight it at first, but then you start dripping down my balls like a good girl."
My hand moved faster, slick sounds growing louder and more obscene.
"Mmm... I’m leaking so much for you, Reina. Precum everywhere. I’m twisting my fist just the way you like, tight around the head, then all the way down to the base. Wish you were here to sit on it. I’d let you ride me however you wanted... at first. Then I’d flip you over and fuck you deep until you’re screaming my name instead of pushing me away."
A low, broken moan escaped me. My hips snapped up harder into my fist.
"Tell me you’re wet right now," I whispered teasingly. "Tell me your little clit is throbbing while you listen to me jerk off for you. Be honest, baby. You miss this cock, don’t you?"
Her breathing was noticeably heavier on the other end.
I grinned darkly, voice dropping even lower.
"Come on, Reina. Talk dirty to me. Tell me how much you hate how much you want it. Tell me you’re touching yourself too—"
"My husband is back," she cut in suddenly, her voice trembling but determined. "Whatever sick, twisted thing you think we had... it’s over. Don’t call me again."
The line went dead.
The rejection hit me like a spark to gasoline.
That little fucking brat.
Anger and unbearable arousal twisted violently inside my chest. My hand didn’t slow down, if anything, it became brutal. I jerked my swollen, angry cock with fast, punishing strokes, fist squeezing tight around the thick shaft.
"You filthy little tease," I snarled, laughing darkly even through my rage. "Hanging up on me? Calling that boy your husband? I should drive over there right now and fuck you on that bed while he listens."
The filthy fantasy pushed me right to the edge.
My strokes turned erratic, desperate. My balls tightened, cock pulsing wildly in my grip.
"Fuuuck! Reina!" I groaned loudly, voice cracking into desperate whimpers.
With a raw, animalistic moan, I came hard.
Thick, powerful ropes of cum erupted violently from my cock the first spurt shooting all the way up to my chest, followed by heavy pulse after pulse that splattered across my abs, my thighs, and even landed on the laptop screen where her beautiful face still stared back at me. I kept stroking through every intense wave, milking my cock brutally, drawing out every last drop while imagining it was painting her tongue, her tits, and her pretty, flushed cheeks instead.
"Shit... fuck, baby..." I panted, voice hoarse and teasing even as I shuddered through the aftershocks. "One day soon I’m going to make you watch me cum like this... then I’m going to fill that tight cunt until it’s overflowing. You’ll be dripping me for days."
When the last violent spasm finally faded, I was left breathing hard, chest heaving, my body covered in thick streaks of my own cum. My cock twitched weakly in my hand, still semi-hard, glistening.
But the rage? It only burned hotter.
How dare she reject me. How dare she speak about Paolo like he mattered.
I wiped my sticky hand carelessly across my thigh and stood up slowly, cum still dripping down my abs.
Just then, headlights swept across the glass walls.
A car pulled into the driveway.
Paolo stepped out.
Alone.
No Reina. No Elisa. Just him, walking into the building like he still had any claim to what was mine.
Pure, venomous jealousy flooded my veins. The hatred I felt for my own son was primal, all-consuming. That weak, soft boy thought he could keep her from me? Thought he could fuck her, hold her, love her?
I watched him disappear inside, my cum still cooling on my skin, and a dangerous, predatory smile slowly curved my lips.
"Maybe I should just go over there right now..." I murmured to the empty room, my voice low, amused, and deadly. "Put two bullets in his head... drag my pretty girl back here by her hair... and fuck her senseless on every surface until she forgets that pathetic boy ever existed."
I chuckled darkly, the sound rich with twisted pleasure.
This wasn’t over.
Not even close.
Reina would learn exactly who she belonged to.
And I was going to enjoy breaking her all over again — slowly, deeply, and very, very thoroughly.
