REINA
I used to think anxiety was something you calmed.
But with him, it was something he f****d out of me—slow, deep, deliberate strokes that left no room for anything except his name falling off my lips.
“Daddy Domenico!” I moaned, bouncing on his c**k as I rode him shamelessly, meeting every thrust he gave me.
My eyes were shut tight, tears rolling down the sides of my face as I gripped the headrest of the driver’s seat for support.
I shut off my mind, letting the low hum of the car and the sound of my ass slapping against his thighs every time I dropped onto his thick c**k be the only things I focused on.
It was crazy. Utterly, dangerously crazy. Having s*x with Domenico while he drove us home had to be one of the biggest risks I’d ever taken. And that’s not even counting the fa
