Mag-log inRhaena's POV The next morning light was already bright when I opened my eyes. Soft gold spilled through the half-closed blinds and painted stripes across the living room. I was still pressed against Alessio’s chest, one of his heavy legs thrown over mine, his arm locked around my waist like he had claimed me even in sleep. The steady rise and fall of his breathing warmed the top of my head. I could smell his skin—clean soap from last night’s shower mixed with the faint trace of sex that still clung to both of us.We had slept later than we should have.I shifted carefully, trying not to wake him yet, and felt the pleasant, deep ache between my legs. Every small movement reminded me of how hard he had fucked me the night before. My thighs were a little sticky. His cum had flowed out of me as we slept. The memory of his cock filling me, his thumb in my ass, the way he had spilled inside me and then held me while it dripped out—everything came flooding back in a slow, warm rush.“Alessi
Rhaena's POV His thumb pushed inside slowly, just the tip at first, then deeper, working in time with the hard thrusts of his cock in my pussy. The dual sensation was overwhelming. Full. Intense. Every time he drove forward, his cock stretched me open while his thumb filled that tight little hole, and the pressure made my vision blur. I moaned louder, pushing back to meet every stroke, chasing more of that perfect stretch.“Daddy—please—I’m going to—”“Do it,” he ordered, fucking me harder, thumb pumping deeper into my ass. “Come on my cock while I finger this tight little hole. Soak me again, spitfire. Let me feel you fall apart. I want to feel every pulse.”I came with a broken cry, walls clamping down hard around him. The orgasm rolled through me in long, pulsing waves that left my legs shaking. My fingers dug into the couch cushions as pleasure ripped through my body, hot and endless. I could feel myself gushing around his cock, the wetness spilling down my thighs and coating him
Rhaena's POVI kept going until I was fully seated, every thick inch buried deep inside me. For a moment I just sat there, breathing hard, trying to adjust to the overwhelming fullness. My forehead dropped against his. Our mouths were so close I could feel every breath he took.“Alessio,” I whispered, the name soft and shaky. Then quieter, almost like a secret, “Daddy… you feel so good.”His answering groan was filthy. One hand slid up my spine and fisted in my hair. The other stayed locked on my hip, holding me down on him so I couldn’t pull away.“Then ride me,” he ordered, voice dark with want. “Take what you need, spitfire. Do whatever you want with me. I’m yours tonight.”I lifted up slowly. Every ridge of his cock dragged against my sensitive walls. Then I sank back down with a broken moan. The angle was perfect—deep and grinding. The head of him pressed right against that spot inside me that made my vision blur. I set a rhythm, rolling my hips, rising and falling, using him the
Rhaena's POVMy back arched off the couch. A broken sound left my throat.“Alessio—” His name came out shaky and desperate.He did it again, slower this time, tasting me properly, humming low in his chest like the flavor of me was something he’d been craving for years. His tongue was hot, deliberate, exploring every fold, circling my entrance before returning to my clit with focused, devastating pressure.“I’ve got you, spitfire,” he murmured against me, the vibration of his voice sending sparks straight through my core. “Just feel it. Let me take care of this sweet little pussy.”He sealed his mouth over my clit and sucked gently, tongue flicking in tight, perfect circles. My hands flew to his hair, fingers threading through the dark strands, holding on as pleasure coiled tight and fast in my belly. He wasn’t rushing. Every stroke of his tongue, every soft suck, every low, filthy sound he made against my wet skin felt intentional—like he was learning exactly what made my thighs tremb
Rhaena's POV"I'm just saying," Jake pressed, though his voice wavered slightly, "seems strange, is all.""What's strange," Alessio said evenly, "is a grown man refusing to accept no for an answer and then getting defensive when someone points that out. Nothing else about this is strange at all."I finally found my voice, unlatching the chain and stepping more fully into the doorway, standing beside Alessio, drawing strength from his solid presence beside me."He's right," I said to Jake, my voice steadier now. "I asked you to leave. I meant it. I don't want an apology, I don't want to hear about your therapy, and I don't want you showing up here again. We're done, Jake. We've been done for months. Please respect that."Jake looked between the two of us for a long moment, something bitter twisting his expression. "Unbelievable," he muttered, mostly to himself. "I come here to actually apologize, to try to make things right, and this is what I get.""You got exactly what you should hav
Rhaena's POVI felt myself go instantly alert, my earlier drowsiness evaporating, my body tensing in the doorway."What are you doing here, Jake?" I asked, my voice flat, giving nothing away."Rhaena," he said, and his voice cracked slightly on my name, which might have moved me once, months ago, before I'd learned exactly how little his voice cracking actually meant. "Can we talk? Please?""We don't have anything to talk about," I said. "And you shouldn't be here. You gave up any right to just show up whenever you feel like it a long time ago.""I know," he said quickly. "I know, I just - I needed to see you. Can I please come in? Just for a few minutes. I have things I need to say to you."I looked at him for a long moment, weighing the risk against the small, treacherous part of me that wondered if maybe, finally, I'd get some kind of real closure out of this. But then I thought about how he'd shown up at my office uninvited, how he'd grabbed my arm hard enough to leave a mark, how







