Chapter 143: Chapter 143
REINA
I was completely lost in the rhythm of my own hips, rolling and grinding down onto Domenico’s thick cock like my body had a mind of its own. Being on top gave me control, but the way he looked up at me—with those tear-streaked eyes full of desperate worship—made my chest tighten in ways I couldn’t explain. My pussy was still so raw, every slide down his length sent a mix of pleasure and stinging sensitivity that made my breath hitch. Yet I couldn’t stop. The horniness was overwhelming, like a fever burning under my skin.
"Mmm... fuck," I moaned, bracing my hands on his firm chest as I lifted myself slowly, feeling every thick inch drag along my walls before sinking back down. The wet, squelching sound of my arousal filled the room, obscene and loud. "You’re so hard... still so deep inside me."
Domenico’s hands rested gently on my hips, not gripping hard like before, but caressing, guiding me with feather-light touches. His thumbs traced small circles on my skin as if I were made of glass. "Reina," he whispered, voice hoarse from crying, "you look like a goddess riding me. So beautiful it hurts. Every time you take me in, I feel like I’ve died and gone to heaven."
His words made fresh tears sting my eyes. I hated how they affected me. I picked up the pace, bouncing harder, my breasts jiggling with each movement. The city lights caught the sweat on his chest, making his muscles gleam. I leaned forward, my nipples brushing against him, and kissed him messily, sucking on his lower lip before diving in with my tongue.
"Ahh! Yes... right there," I gasped, breaking the kiss as I ground my clit against his pelvis in tight circles. My thighs were burning, but the exhaustion only seemed to fuel the strange hunger between my legs. "Don’t stop talking... tell me more. Make me feel it."
He groaned deeply, the sound vibrating through his chest into mine. "I love you like this—wild, needy, using me for your pleasure. You’re the only woman who’s ever owned my heart. I’d kneel at your feet every day, Reina. I’d write your name in the stars if I could. You’re my forever, my obsession, the air I breathe." His cock twitched inside me as he spoke, growing impossibly harder. "Come on me again, my love. Let me feel you fall apart."
"Oh god... mmmmfuck yes," I whimpered, riding him faster. My pussy clenched around his thickness, fluttering wildly. The rawness made every thrust feel more intense, almost too much, but I chased it anyway. "I’m so close already... your cock feels so good stretching me."
I sat up straighter, arching my back as I bounced, taking him deeper. My moans grew louder, more broken. "Ahh! Fuck... Domenico... I hate how much I need this. I hate how good you make me feel." Tears rolled down my cheeks again, mixing with the sweat on my face. My emotions were a storm—anger, lust, confusion, and something terrifyingly close to affection all crashing together.
He reached up, gently wiping my tears with his thumbs while I continued fucking myself on him. "Cry if you need to, my queen. I’ll catch every tear. I’d drink them if it brought you peace. You’re safe here with me... always."
The tenderness in his voice broke something inside me. I slammed down harder, chasing my orgasm with frantic need. "Yes... yes... oh shit, I’m coming—fuck!" The climax hit me like lightning. My body seized up, thighs clamping around his hips as my pussy spasmed violently around his cock. "Mmmmfuuuuck! Domenico... ahh!"
Waves of pleasure ripped through me, making my vision blur. I kept riding him through it, slower now, drawing out every last pulse until I was shaking and gasping. But even after coming, the horniness didn’t fade. My body felt tired—limbs heavy, pussy sore and puffy—but I still wanted more. Craved it.
I collapsed forward onto his chest, breathing hard, his cock still buried deep. For a long moment, we stayed like that, connected, his heartbeat thundering against my ear. Then I felt him twitch inside me again.
"I’m still horny," I admitted in a shaky whisper, nuzzling into his neck. "It doesn’t make sense. I’m so tired... but I need you to keep going. Just... stay gentle. Please."
Domenico wrapped his arms around me, holding me close without crushing. He rolled us carefully so I was on my back again, but this time he stayed slow, sliding in and out with long, loving strokes. "Like this?" he asked softly, kissing my forehead, my eyelids, my cheeks. "I could make love to you for eternity. You’re my everything, Reina. The thought of you with anyone else destroys me, but having you here, trusting me with your body... it’s worth every scar on my soul."
His pace was unhurried, almost reverent. Each thrust was deep and deliberate, his pelvis grinding gently against my clit. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer. "Mmm... yes, just like that. Fill me up slowly... I can feel every inch."
Tears kept coming, silent this time. He noticed immediately. "Am I hurting you?" he asked, voice full of panic, slowing even more. "Tell me and I’ll stop."
"Shut up, Dom." I muttered, but there was no real anger left. Instead, I pulled him down for another kiss, pouring my confusion into it. He responded with heartbreaking tenderness, sucking gently on my tongue while his cock continued its slow, deep rhythm.
We stayed like that for what felt like hours—him making love to me with whispered praises between every moan I let out. "You’re so perfect... so tight and wet for me... I’d give up everything for these moments." My orgasms came in smaller, rolling waves this time, leaving me whimpering and clutching at his back.
At one point, I pushed him onto his back again and rode him slowly, savoring the control. "Look at me," I demanded, even though earlier I’d told him not to. He obeyed, eyes shining with tears and love. "I don’t know why I’m like this tonight. Why I feel so exhausted but can’t stop wanting you."
"We’ll figure it out," he promised again, his hands sliding up to cup my breasts, thumbs brushing my nipples softly. "Together. I’m not losing you. Not ever."
I leaned down, biting his neck lightly as I ground against him. "Then fuck me until I’m satisfied... even if it takes all night."
The emotional push and pull continued—me crying and calling him names one moment, then kissing him desperately the next. He took it all, whispering romantic promises that made my heart ache. "You’re the woman of my dreams... my salvation... my only weakness."
By the time another powerful orgasm tore through me, my voice was raw from moaning, my body limp and covered in sweat. Yet as I lay on top of him afterward, his cock still hard and pulsing inside me, I knew the night was far from over. My mind was a mess, but my body—tired as it was—still hungered for him in the strangest, most overwhelming way.
And Domenico... he was ready to give me everything, no matter how broken it left us both.
