DOMENICO
The windows were fogged, the air thick with the smell of s*x and her vanilla body lotion. Reina was still on top of me in the driver’s seat, knees digging into the leather on either side of my hips, her shorts long gone, top rucked up so her t**s were bare and bouncing with every ragged breath.
My c**k was still inside her, softening slowly after I’d already come once—deep, hard, flooding her until it leaked out around us. She was trembling, p***y fluttering weakly around me like aftershocks.
I should have been done. Satisfied. Calm.
I wasn’t.
I’d told her—no, I’d told myself—I was fine with this. Fine being her fuckboy, her secret, the man who made her come harder than any man ever could but never asked for more. No labels. No demands. No jealousy. I’d said the words out l
