HOW TO HATE YOUR HUSBAND 2
HOW TO LOVE YOUR WIFE
How To Love Your Wife – Chapter 41&42
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Rias m+aned into his mouth, her arms flying around his neck, fingers tracing smoothly down his bare back over those scars and tattoos.
In an instant, Romeo’s back was now on the bed while she was on top. His palm wrapped tight around her neck, rough, pulling her face inches from his. Their breaths mixed hot and heavy.
Then he crashed their lips together againβhard, hungry, like three years of hell poured out in one kiss.
She kissed him back wild, tongue pushing for more, grinding her hips down on his lap desperate.
“Romeo… please,” She gasped against his lips, hands tugging at his waistband, wanting skin, heat, everything now.
“I need you… f+k, don’t stop.”
He groaned deep, matching her fire, his tongue diving in, claiming every inch, teeth nipping her lip hard enough to sting.
His hands gripped her ass, squeezing tight, pulling her closer so she felt him rock hard under her.
But when she tried to yank his p+nts open, he grabbed her wrists firm, pinning them behind her back with one hand.
“Not yet, kiddo,” He growled low, breaking just to nip her jaw, voice strained. “Slow down… we got time.”
“No… now,” she whined, arching into him, lips chasing his sloppy wet, biting his bottom lip pleading.
“It’s been too long… take me, Romeo, please.” Her free hand slipped down again, bold, but he caught it quick, breath ragged, holding her still.
“Easy,” he panted, kissing her neck fierce, sucking a mark.
She whimpered frustrated, kissing him messy anyway, lips swollen, chins wetβtongue tangling sloppy, bodies grinding slow torture.
He broke the kiss after a while, gasping for breath, forehead pressed to hers. Her hands cupped his face gentle now, cheeks red fire, lips bruised and shiny.
His face filled with admiration and something more intense, raw want, love burning deep.
“Did I miss you? I was going crazy since I woke up kiddo,” He rasped, thumb tracing her lip.
She chuckled shaky, biting her swollen lips. “You aren’t gonna stop calling me that are you?”
“I’m still 7 years older than you so, yeah. I’d still call you that.” He said and laid her down on the bed beside him.
“What have you been doing for the past years?” he asked, voice low in the dark room.
“I was working at the hospital in the earlier months when I was pregnant with Ryan. Then after I gave birth to him, I decided to stop,” She said soft.
“I left Tokyo and wanted to stay in New Jersey with him.”
“So, how much of a headache has he been?” He smiled a bit.
“A lot. Romeo, he’s worse than you. I even had to ask your mom for tutorials on how she raised you cause I was dying everyday. But I love him so much. Ryan means everything to me.”
“So, did any guy try to hit on you?” His tone sharpened just a touch.
“Yeah, most of the guys in New Jersey hardly believe that I’m a mom. I mean, I’m not married so they always mistake me for being single. What am I saying, I am single.”
“You’re single?” He frowned, eyes narrowing.
She chuckled light, teasing. “How about you? How was your therapy?”
“It was hell. I thought I was going to get paralyzed cause I had to be in a wheelchair for six months. I hurt my spine really bad and almost wanted to quit but anytime I remember you and Ryan, I got instantly motivated.”
“Thanks for not giving up too, Ryan surely loves you.”
“I know.” He smirked.
“Stop bragging.” She chuckled and hit his chest lightly.
He held her hand there, shutting his eyes, feeling her palm warm on his skin.
“Don’t go away anymore, please,” she whispered, voice breaking a little.
He opened his eyes and looked at her deep. He pulled her close so her head rested on his chest, kissing her hair slow.
“I’m not going anywhere.”
“This isn’t a dream right? You’re real?”
“Yes. You’re not dreaming,” He said firm.
“I’m not dreaming either,” He added quietly.
She hugged him tightly shutting her eyes as he rocked her gentle to sleep.
Few minutes later she was fast asleep, breath even on his chest. His phone rang sharpβhe stretched careful not to wake her and took it.
“Hello mom,” he whispered into the phone, keeping his voice low so not to wake Rias curled on his chest.
“So, you with them already?” Hinata asked, her tone warm but knowing.
“Yes. We’re in Paris,” he said, glancing out at the dark resort view.
“You didn’t even wait,” she teased.
“Of course I didn’t.” A small smile tugged his lips.
“So, how’s he?” she pressed.
“He’s really a mini me, mom. He’s adorable too.” Romeo’s eyes softened just thinking of Ryan.
Those wild jumps, that sassy grin, the way he lit up calling him Daddy. His heart swelled fierce, protective love for the boy he’d missed three years of.
“And stubborn,” Hinata added, chuckling.
“And Rias? Have you two talked? You were nervous to see her when you left Tokyo,” she said.
He stroked Rias’s hair gentle, fingers threading through the long strands.
“Guess what?”
“What?”
“She’s in my arms right now, sleeping.” He smiled wide, voice thick with it.
“I see. Show off.” Hinata chuckled soft. “Alright son, just spend time with your family, okay? They really miss you, especially Rias.”
“Sure. You guys are planning on what I wanted right?” he asked.
“Yes. I’m working on it, I’ll be checking out the wedding gowns tomorrow. We’ll use Sasha for Rias’s measurements, Lin will also help out too, that girl has a good fashion sense and taste, she’ll handle the event itself. Just bond with your family.”
“Okay, goodnight.”
“Goodnight son.”
He hung up and dropped his phone quiet on the nightstand.
He focused back on Rias, still sleeping soundly, breath soft against his skin.
“Her hair is longer,” He murmured, touching it slow, wrapping a lock around his finger like treasure.
Then her noseβhe traced it light. Her lips, full and bruised from their kisses. Her chin, tilting up just a bit.
“Still so fucking beautiful.” His voice cracked in a whisper, eyes drinking her in, love hitting him hard like a wave.
He lifted her knuckles to his lips, kissed them tender, then caressed her arms slow, feeling her warmth.
“Thank goodness I didn’t give up.” He bit his lips, chest tight with it all.
Grateful for this second chance with his family, his son, his woman. Ryan’s fearless leaps, Rias’s strength raising him alone… he’d fight worlds to keep them safe and close, forever.
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They all crammed in the living room, sofas overflowing, coffee table littered with fabric swatches and bridal magazines.
Hinata hovered like a hawk, hands wringing, eyes darting over every inch of the gown as Sasha stood patient on a low wooden box in the center, arms out, draped head to toe in ivory silk and delicate lace.
The gown was a custom fit for Rias’s slimmer frame, all off-shoulder elegance with a fitted bodice and chapel train sweeping the floor.
The designer, with pins jammed between her lips, knelt busy at Sasha’s hem, tugging seams and chalking marks.
Her assistant kneeled too, safety pins flashing as they nipped the waist tighter, while a third hovered with a steamer, smoothing wrinkles live.
“You know my b00bs are bigger than Rias’s, and the chest feels loose on me,” Sasha said plain, glancing down and adjusting the bodice with both hands, giving it a little shake to show the gap.
Hinata exploded up from her chair, pointing frantic.
“Fix it! Now! Take it in at least two inches on the sides, raise the cups, add that boning support we talked about. The lace overlay is bunchingβrip it and redo. The sleeves are too short. This has to be perfect or nothing!”
“Honey, relax,” Angelo said from his spot by the window, legs crossed calm with a newspaper half-open.
“Stop stressing yourself and let them do their job.”
Hinata whirled on him, eyes wild. “Of course I have to stress! Everything has to be perfect. This is a big day ahead, Romeo and Rias’s wedding. One slip and it’s trash.”
“Just let her do what she wants,” Rafael laughed from the armchair, swirling his drink. “You know how women are. They’re so extra.”
Lin pushed through from the kitchen then, plate of loaded nachos balanced in one hand, sauce dripping, tablet propped in the crook of her elbow.
She dropped onto the couch arm careless, crunching loud.
“Lin, how about the aesthetics for the wedding?” Hinata asked, leaning over her.
Lin chewed slow, swallowed, wiped her mouth on her sleeve.
“All checked. Best Bulgari jewelry, their high jewelry collection, emerald-cut diamond necklace with drop earrings, matching cuff for him. Event hall’s the seaside villa in Amalfi, blush pink and gold color theme with millions of white roses and crystal chandeliers. Booked Versace for their custom outfits, his tux black velvet peak lapel, her gown alterations done. Bridal heels are crystal-embellished Louboutins, veil hand-stitched tulle with pearl edges. Cake’s seven-tier from that Milan patisserie, fireworks at midnight.” She shoved another nacho pile in, talking around it messy.
“As for the makeover? I’ll do that myself. Rias’s face, hair, nails, it’s gonna slay.”
“Does big sis even know she’s having a wedding? Has he told her?” Nancy asked, curled on the floor with her phone.
“He will eventually,” Sasha said over her shoulder, holding still as the designer pinned her side. “He’s probably gonna propose first, wish we could witness it.”
In the far corner, Hunter sprawled in a leather recliner next to Angelo and Rafael, beers cracked open, heads bent close over a notepad.
“Men’s night has to bang,” Hunter said, jotting quick. “We need to make the most out of it since Romeo is saying goodbye to being officially single.”
βObviously, maybe we should hit a brothel and see some hot chicks.β Hunter said.
The girls all turned sharp, eyes narrowing to lasers on the boys in the corner. Hinata crossed her arms tight, Sasha raised a brow from the gown platform, Lin paused mid-nacho with sauce on her chin.
“Dang it,” Hunter muttered under Sasha’s glare. “I got married before Romeo, he should treat me with some respect.”
“Maybe we should plan our own girl’s party.” Nancy said.
” Copy cats.”Hunter mumbled.
“Who are you calling copycats? Can’t we have our own party?”Sasha glared at him.
Hunter chuckled.
“I bet you all that Rias and Romeo would surely have another baby once they get married. That boy’s a bad guy.”
Angelo smacked the back of Hunter’s head light but firm, newspaper rolling up like a weapon.
Angelo scanned the room slow, landing on Sasha and Hunter. “I still don’t know why I don’t have another grandson yet from you two. What are you waiting for?”
Sasha shrugged casual, stepping down careful from the platform as the designer finished a seam. “Don’t look at me, Dad. He always pulls out.”
Angelo’s head snapped to Hunter, eyes drilling holes.
Hunter threw hands up defense. “C’mon, Ariana’s giving me maximum headache already. Running around kicking a+s like rebel. I don’t want another one. One’s enough chaos.”
Rafael leaned forward, swirling his drink with a grin. “Now I can’t wait for them to come home. I miss me some Ryan.”
Hinata rolled her eyes from her chair. “Dad, Ryan’s technically Romeo.”
Lin popped the last nacho, licking fingers clean. “An upgraded version at that.”
Everyone burst out laughing again, Angelo shaking his head fond, even as Hinata swatted Lin’s arm playful.
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Rias woke up and couldn’t find Romeo on the bed. Her heart skipped a beat. Was she hallucinating about him yesterday?
She looked around, this is the resort. So she’s not hallucinating.
She slipped on her flip flops and walked out the room quietly, rubbing her eyes.
She stepped outside and there they were at the outdoor dining, under the wooden shade.
The long table stretched out with them wooden benches on both sides. Ryan spotted her first.
“Mama!”
“Good morning,” Romeo said, smiling so bright it lit up his whole face.
Seeing that smile hit her hard, it almost made her tear up, heart full from last night.
“Daddy, seems like mama is still sleepy,” Ryan giggled, pointing at her messy hair.
Romeo stood quick and walked over. Then boomβhe hooked his arms under her ass and scooped her up easy, like she weighed nothing.
“Romeo!” Rias laughed, grabbing his shoulders tight.
“Hey, put my mama down!” Ryan yelled, running at them full speed, his little legs pumping.
“No. She’s mine,” Romeo teased, spinning away from Ryan with her in his arms, grinning big.
Rias screamed happy, holding on as he bounced her playful. “Romeo, stop!”
“She’s mine, not yours!” Ryan shouted, jumping to grab Romeo’s leg.
“She’s my mom, go find your mom!” Ryan added, tugging hard, face scrunched cute.
“She’s my wife,” Romeo shot back, laughing deep.
“Liar! I don’t see any wedding pictures or a ring. She’s not your wife!” Ryan crossed his arms, stomping.
“Romeo, put me down,” Rias chuckled, cheeks red.
“Fine, just carry me too, daddy,” Ryan pouted, arms up begging.
Romeo set Rias down gentle, then squatted low. Ryan climbed right up onto his neck, giggling wild, grabbing fistfuls of his hair.
Then Romeo scooped Rias up in a bridal styleβone arm under her knees, other around her back.
“Got you both,” he said, heading back to the dining table easy, like carrying two kids was nothing.
Ryan cheered from his perch, Rias laughed shaking her head, all of them messing around under the morning sun.
“So, little man. When should we fix the wedding,” Romeo said casual, cutting into his food.
Rias’s eyes widened. Wedding? Really? Her heart skipped.
“Um, maybe on my birthday,” Ryan chuckled, swinging his legs.
“You two are such talkatives,” Rias said, shaking her head smiling.
“Get used to it,” Romeo and Ryan said at the same time, grinning like copies.
Rias chuckled as Romeo placed her on the wooden bench gentle.
Ryan slid down from his shoulders and plopped down next to her.
“Let’s eat!!” Ryan yelled, clapping.
Then it startedβRomeo grabbed a spoon.
“I’ll feed my baby mama first.”
“No, me! I should feed her,” Ryan whined, snatching a piece of pancake.
“She’s my woman, little man. Back off,” Romeo laughed, holding the spoon out.
Ryan lunged. “No, you feed yourself! I’ll feed her.”
Rias felt so much joy watching them argue like that, pulling and tugging over who feeds her next bite. This joy was everythingβshe didn’t realize tears were rolling down her cheeks.
Romeo’s thumb wiped them off soft, catching every one.
She looked at him, eyes glassy.
“Are you going to do that all the time? You’re not dreaming and if you’re doubting yourself, don’t,” He said quiet, just for her.
He leaned in slow, lips aiming for hers.
But bamβRomeo felt a chicken piece slide right between their lips, blocking.
“No kissing till you marry Mama. It’s not legal,” Ryan said serious, fork out like a sword.
“Seriously? How do you think you were made?” Romeo frowned.
“Romeo!” Rias’s eyes widened, cheeks burning.
“I came out of Mommy’s tummy,” Ryan said proud.
“And who do you think put you in there?” Romeo teased.
Ryan scratched his head confused, sticking his tongue out to Romeo.
“Don’t mind your daddy,” Rias laughed, ruffling his hair messy.
“Can we eat now?” Ryan pouted.
Rias started dishing out his food, piling pancakes high.
Romeo stayed quiet as Rias got busy serving, Ryan making noise and chattering. His eyes watered instantly and he looked away quick, hiding the tears glistening in his eyes form them.
βF+k, I really made it in life.β He thought to himself.
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It was past 7 p.m., the sun dipped low, painting the resort sky in soft pinks and golds. Ryan was safe back at the main building with the servants, tucked in for the night.
Romeo waited outside their private villa door, heart kicking a little faster than usual, hands in his pockets to play it cool.
This spot was tucked far from the bustleβsecluded beach path, just waves and stars ahead.
The door creaked open. Rias stepped out, and Romeo’s breath caught hard. She glowed in a flowy white sundress, thin straps hugging her sun-kissed shoulders, skirt fluttering light to her knees in the breezeβsimple gold sandals flat for the sand.
Her hair loose in soft beach waves framing her face, a few strands dancing wild. Minimal makeup, just that natural shine, lips pink and full.
His eyes locked hers, drinking her in slow, smile tugging wide.
She walked closer, hips swaying gentle, eyes sparkling.
“You gonna keep staring at me?” she teased soft, stopping inches away, tilting her head coy.
“F+k, you look so damn pretty, baby mama.” His voice came low, rough with want, reaching out to tuck a wave behind her ear.
“Thank you.” She blushed faint, biting her lip. “Where are we going?”
“I set up a perfect date by the resort ocean. You’ll love it. Let’s go.” He took her hand smooth, fingers lacing perfect with hers.
They strolled down the palm-lined path hand in hand, sand warming underfoot as it opened to the beach.
Every few steps, he would steal glances at her, his eyes tracing her profile, hers flicking to his strong jaw, secret smiles blooming between them like the night blooming flowers nearby.
“Why you looking at me like that?” she asked, squeezing his hand light.
“Don’t ask me, you’re doing the same too.” He squeezed back, thumb stroking her knuckles slow, pulling her closer so their shoulders brushed.
She laughed softly, leaning her head on his arm for a second.
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They approached the secluded spot hand in hand, the path opening up to a dream carved right out of the ocean’s edge.
Under a woven bamboo shade draped with fairy lights and flowing white gauzy curtains that danced in the breeze, a low wooden table waited intimate on a plush rug scattered with rose petals.
Two cushioned chairs faced the endless waves, candles flickering soft in glass lanterns, a chilled bottle of champagne sweating in an ice bucket beside crystal flutes.
Platters gleamed with fresh oysters, sliced mangoes, charcuterie, and chocolate-dipped strawberries, simple perfection, waves lapping close enough to kiss their toes.
“Wow, this is so pretty. When did you do all this?” Rias breathed, eyes wide, squeezing his hand tight.
“When you were asleep. Wanted it to be a surprise, just for us.” Romeo smiled that crooked grin, pride warming his chest.
He pulled out her chair gentle, hand on the small of her back. She sank down graceful, sundress pooling soft at her fee.
“Thank you,” she murmured, looking up at him through lashes.
He sat across, reaching for the vibrant tropical bouquet on the tableand handed it over slow.
“For you.”
She took it tender, bringing it to her lips for a soft kiss, inhaling deep. “It’s really pretty.”
He wasn’t even listening to her, his eyes was focused on her face.
“Stop staring then,” she said.
“Rias,” He called after a bit, face shifting serious, eyes locking hers deep.
“Hmm?” She set her fork down, heart picking up.
“I think I should do this before we officially begin our date.” He said.
βDo what?β
“Even if we’ve agreed on this, I still think I should do it formal. Proper.”
“What is it?” Rias tilted her head, curiosity mixing with that flutter in her belly.
He stood up, holding out his hand. She took it, letting him pull her up close, the flowers dropping forgotten on the table.
Their bodies brushed, heat sparking instant.
Romeo’s gaze hit her like a spellβintense, sweet fire, dark eyes boring into hers with raw love, promise, forever written plain. Time slowed, world narrowing to just them, ocean fading to white noise.
“Romeo,” she whispered, breath catching.
“Look up.”
She tilted her head back slow. Right then, a low hum cut the air, a few numbers of drones gliding silent from the palms, hovering perfect overhead.
Spotlights on the beach flickered alive, tracing letters in glowing in the Sky.
**WILL YOU MARRY ME, BABY MAMA?**
Rias gasped, hand flying to her mouth.
Fireworks erupted sudden from the horizonβcascades of gold and pink blooming huge against the twilight sky, bursting in heart shapes, spelling their names in sparks.
The drone dropped lower, a velvet box clicking open mid-air via remote, diamond ring glinting under the bursts.
He held her hand tight, thumb stroking her knuckles soft as fireworks faded to twinkling stars above.
“I… don’t even know where to start. The first day I met you, I remember it clear as day, I hated your guts. I know it was mutual cause you called me and an old man.”
They both laughed, her head tilting back, his eyes crinkling at the edges.
“I hated your guts so much. Then a lot of things happened.” He lifted his hand to her chin gentle, tilting her face up.
“A lot of crazy things. I hurt you bad, pushed you away hard.”
“Hey, none of that was your fault back then.” She shook her head quick, eyes shining.
“You loved someone else and I respect that. If anything, I was the pain, I insulted you, used your own mother against you. I was selfish as hell.”
“But even after we stayed away, my love for you grew stronger. I tried convincing myself I didn’t feel it, that hurting you would satisfy me.” Her voice cracked, tears spilling free.
“But I hurt us both and I almost lost you for good.”
She palmed her face, sobbing soft. “Can’t believe you almost died because of me.”
“The thought of raising Ryan alone, watching him grow without a father, seeing his face every day with the guilt that I’m the reason his father is gone… I couldn’t take it.” She looked up at him, tears soaking her cheeks, voice breaking raw.
“I was so happy when I found out you were alive. I didn’t care if you loved me again or hated me forever, I was just happy you were okay.”
“Shh, you’re such a crybaby.” He cupped her cheeks tender, thumbs wiping tears, pulling her close.
“Am I?” She sniffled, leaning into his touch.
“Guess what?”
“What?”
“We’re still together in the end. Guess we were made for each other.”
He dropped to one knee slow, gaze never leaving hers, ring box open in his palm.
“This time, nothing’s in the way. Nothing breaks this bond we got. You gave me Ryan, and I’ll cherish you both the rest of my life.”
“Rias Gremory, will you marry me?”
“You know I could say no, right?” She chuckled wet, eyes sparkling through tears.
“You wouldn’t dare. I’d chase you to the ends of the earth.”
She smiled huge, soft and sure.
“Of course I will.”
He slid the ring on her finger smooth, the diamond catching the lantern glow, then brought her hand to his lips for a slow kiss.
Romeo rose gradual, cupping her cheeks again, forehead pressing hers.
“You’re stuck with me forever.” He said.
“I know.” She replied.
“I can get real stubborn.”
“Nothing I can’t handle.”
“I’ll nag you all the time.”
“I’ll nag you too.”
“I’ll love to f+k you all the time too.”
“My body is all yours.”
“We might have a lot misunderstandings.”
“We’ll sort ’em out together.”
“I love you, Rias. I love you and Ryan so much.”
“I love you more, Romeo.”
He crashed his lips to hersβintensely.
Their lips hungry, tongues tangling deep and desperate, his hands sliding from her cheeks to fist her hair, yanking just enough to angle her perfect.
She moaned softly into it, nails digging his shoulders, bodies pressing flush against each other, heat building wild under the stars.
He devoured her slow then fast, biting her bottom lip teasing, sucking her tongue till she whimpered, her knees weak against him.
One hand dropped to grip her ass firm, lifting her toes off sand.
Romeo guided her back slow but firm, hands on her hips steering her toward the empty side table under the shade, away from the dinner setup.
Rias staggered, her ass hitting the wood edge with a soft thud, breath hitching excited.
He gripped her waist strong, lifting her easy onto the table top.
He stepped right in between her thighs, bodies locked tight, his hardness pressing hot against her core through his pants.
Only then did he break the kiss a fraction, noses brushing, breaths panting heavy.
“I’m about to get freaky,” he growled low, voice thick with hunger, eyes dark fire on hers.
She bit her lip hard, nodding eager, thighs clamping his waist instinctive. Romeo dove for her neck, lips latching on that sweet spot below her earβsucking deep.
She gasped sharp, head falling back, fingers tangling his hair pulling him closer, hips rocking up needy against him.
His hands roamed wildβone shoving her dress higher, palming her bare thigh inner, thumb teasing close to her heat; other fisting the table edge for leverage as he sucked harder, leaving red blooming on her skin.
Her moans spilled free, low and desperate, ocean waves crashing louder to match the pulse between them.
Romeo pulled back just enough to yank at his white shirt, fingers flying through the buttons top to bottom, ripping it open fast.
He shrugged it off his shoulders, letting it drop to the sand in a careless heap, bare chest gleaming under lantern light, muscles taut and begging for her touch.
“Out here?” Rias gasped, eyes wide but dark with want, thighs squeezing his hips tighter.
“Don’t worry, I’m not gonna f+k you out here,” he rasped low, grin wicked, “But I’ll do crazy things to you tonight.”
His hand dove under her sundress quick, fingers hooking her p+nties lace, dragging ’em down slow over her hips.
She lifted ass instinctive, letting him slide it off her ankles, stuffing the damp fabric in his pocket with a smirk.
Then he gripped the thin straps of her dress, peeling it down her shoulders smooth, fabric whispering as it pooled at her waist.
Her full bπbs spilled free, ni+ples hard peaks in the night air, begging for him.
Rias arched back on the table, breath ragged, hands roaming his bare chest desperate.
Romeo growled hungry, mouth crashing back to her neck then lower, latching on one nippleβsucking deep, tongue flicking relentless while his hand kneaded the other rough.
Romeo hooked his fingers under the sundress bunched at her waist, tugging it down her hips slow and deliberate, peeling the fabric off her curves like unwrapping a gift.
Rias lifted her ass just enough, kicking it free to the sand belowβleaving her stark naked on the table, skin glowing golden under the fairy lights, every inch bare and trembling for him.
He froze a beat, drinking her in with that intense lookβeyes black fire, jaw clenched tight, chest heaving like a predator starved.
Romeo laid her back gentle but firm on the wooden table, one elbow braced beside her head for support, hovering over her close.
Their eyes locked heavy, breaths mingling hot. She gasped sharp as his free hand slid between her thighs, fingers finding her slick core easy, parting her folds teasing before plunging two deep inside her heat.
Rias shut her eyes tight, back arching off the table, a whine ripping from her throat.
“Open those eyes,” he commanded low, voice gravel rough, thumb circling her clit slow to punish.
She snapped it open, locking on hisβwide, glassy, pleading as he pumped steady, fingers curling perfect against that spot that made her shake.
Romeo stayed locked on her face, so damn focused, watching every twitch, every flutter of her lashes like her pleasure was his whole world.
He grabbed her legs sudden, hoisting it high over each shoulder, then wrapping then loose around his neck. Her ass lifted off the table easy, thighs clamping his head, core spread wide for him.
He buried his face in deep, mouth latching on her pussy hungryβtongue thrusting wild inside her, nose grinding her clit, sucking her folds sloppy and relentless.
Rias thrashed hard, body bucking wild against his grip, heels digging his back desperate.
“Romeo… f+k!” she cried out ragged, hands fisting his hair yanking him closer, hips grinding frantic on his tongue.
Her thighs quivered violent, toes curling tight, core clenching as waves built brutalβthrashing side to side, table creaking under her, m+ans turning to screams echoing over the ocean.
Sweat slicked her skin, tits bouncing with every jerk, chasing that edge hard, lost in the fire he stoked.
He didn’t let up, devouring her like she’d vanish, tongue flicking her clit fast now, fingers joining to stretch her fullβpushing her right to shatter.
Her core clenched hard around his tongue, walls fluttering wild, and Romeo knewβshe was right there, seconds from exploding.
He pulled his fingers out abrupt, slick dripping from his hand, leaving her whining desperate, hips bucking empty air.
“F+k, I can’t hold back,” he growled raw, voice wrecked with need.
He flipped her over fast, strong hands manhandling her easyβher feet hitting the sand with a soft thud as he bent her chest down flat against the table, ass arched high and perfect for him, cheeks spread inviting.
The night air kissed her soaked pussy, making her shiver.
Romeo spanked her ass hardβcrack echoing, his handprint blooming red instant. Rias yelped, core gushing wetter, juices trickling down her thighs, pussy throbbing empty and aching for him.
He yanked his pants and shorts down rough, cock springing freeβthick, veined monster, that silver piercing glinting wicked at the tip, pre-cum beading heavy.
He stroked it slow and firm, base to tip, piercing bobbing, eyes locked on her dripping cunt like prey.
Rias twisted her head, peeking over her shoulder, eyes widening hungry. “Fuck… I missed that piercing.”
“It missed you too,” he rasped, lining up, gripping her hip bruising.
He drove in hard, one brutal thrust burying balls-deep, her tight pussy stretching obscene around his girth, piercing dragging sparks inside her.
“Shit, so f+king tight, baby.” He groaned.
She screamed pleasure-pain, walls sucking him in greedy, ass jiggling from the force.
“Harder, f+k my p+sy please!”
Romeo gripped her hips bruising hard, nails digging into her flesh as he slammed in deeper, c+k splitting her tight p+sy wide open, that piercing scraping her walls raw with every brutal thrust.
“Take this d+k, baby mamaβf+king drown my c+k in that cream,” He snarled filthy, pace savage, balls slapping her cli+ loud and wet, table shaking under them like it might splinter.
Rias cried out wild, tears streaming hot down her cheeks mixing with sweat, pain-pleasure twisting her face as she pushed back greedy.
“Yes! F+k me harder, Romeoβruin me!”
Her voice broke into sobs, body thrashing, but she begged for more, ass rippling from his relentless pounding, core gushing slick down his shaft.
He spanked her againβharder, left then right cheek cracking red weltsβeach smack jolting her forward, pussy clenching tight around him.
“That’s it, cry for this c+k, your creamy hole loves it rough.” One hand shot up, fisting her hair tight at the roots, yanking her head back arching her spine brutal.
She screamed ecstasy, tears flowing free, mascara running black rivers, but her hips ground back desperate, chasing the fire.
First org@sm hit like a freight trainβwalls spasming wild, squirting messy all over his c+k and thighs, soaking the table edge, dripping to the sand.
“C+mming! Oh God, I’m c+mming on your fat cock!”
She wailed, body convulsing, thighs quaking violent, but he didn’t stopβpounded through it merciless, piercing dragging her clit inside out.
“Switchβup,” He grunted, pulling out slick with a wet pop, her pussy gaping empty and twitching.
He spun her rough like a ragdoll, hopping her ass on the table edge facing him now, legs splayed wide.
Grabbed her ankles high, folding her damn near in halfβknees to her titsβslamming back in deep, cockhead battering her cervΒ‘x brutal.
“Look at me while I breed this c+nt,” He ordered, eyes locked feral on hers, tears shining pretty as he railed her prone-bone style, tits bouncing wild, nipples hard.
She clawed his chest bloody, sobbing louder.
“More! Don’t stopβf+k, your piercing’s killing me!”
Second climax ripped through savageβcore milking him desperate, flooding hot cream down his balls, thighs slick mess, screams turning hoarse as she shook apart.
Romeo flipped her again mid-shatterβdoggy now on all fours, ass high, face mashed to wood.
Hair yanked back like reins, spanking alternating cheeks till they glowed purple.
“Gonna fill this p+syβpump you full of my cum, give Ryan a sibling,” He growled animal, thrusts jackhammer fast, sweat dripping off him onto her back.
Her third wave built fast but he cut it shortβgroaning deep primal, cock swelling huge inside her.
“F+kβtake it all!” He buried balls-deep, piercing pulsing, hot ropes erupting thick and endless, flooding her womb sticky white, spilling out around his base as she milked every drop with a final wrecked sob.
They collapsed panting tangled, his c+k still twitching soft inside her cum-dripping p+sy, foreheads pressed, breaths ragged sync.
“F+k…” Romeo groaned low, chest heaving as he slumped full length on the table beside her, pulling Rias’s shivering body tight into his arms.
Her skin slick with sweat and his cum still leaking slow between her thighs, she curled instinctive against his heat, breaths coming in shaky little gasps.
He nuzzled her damp hair, hand stroking lazy down her spine. “What do you think the next one will be?”
“Next what?” she mumbled, voice spent and fuzzy, nuzzling closer.
“Is it gonna be a boy or a girl?” He grinned soft, fingers tracing her hip.
Her eyes widened slow in realization, a tired laugh bubbling up even as exhaustion hit.
“You’re so bad.”
“So a girl then? I wanna be a girl dad.” He chuckled quiet, pressing a kiss to her temple.
“Rias?” He called after a beat, tilting his head to look.
She was out cold, lips parted soft, face peaceful in sleep, lashes fanned dark on her cheeks.
“Cute.” He whispered, smiling, holding her tighter under the stars as waves sang them to rest.
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