Make Me Moan, Daddy-Chapter 47

REINA

His thrusts slowed, then deepened, dragging inside me with a cruel patience that made my thighs tremble around his hips. I dug my nails into his shoulders, half begging him to fuck me properly, half terrified of how much more I could take.

"Domenico," I gasped, my breath breaking as his cock pressed against that spot that made me whimper. "Daddy... aargh! Please... don’t stop."

A dark laugh rumbled from his chest, his mouth brushing my ear. "Don’t stop? Oh, dolcezza, you have no idea how long I plan to keep you right here, open and dripping around me."

He pulled out slow—too slow—until just the tip stretched me, then slammed back in, making the headboard crack against the wall. I cried out, but his hand clamped down on my mouth, muffling me.

"Shh," he growled, his thrusts punishing and heavy now. "You want the whole house to know your husband’s father is splitting your tight little pussy open in your husband’s bedroom? Is that what you want, little slut?"

I shook my head, muffled pleas spilling against his palm. My body betrayed me though, arching, grinding up into him, taking him deeper.

"Liar," he hissed, pulling out again and flipping me over onto my stomach. In one brutal motion, he shoved my knees apart and drove into my pussy from behind. I bit into the pillow, screaming silently as the shock of his cock spearing me made my vision blur.

"Look at you," Domenico snarled, fisting his hand in my hair to yank my head back. "Taking me like a whore in your own marital bed. My son’s wife... my filthy little slut."

"D-don’t say that," I whimpered, even as my hips pushed back against his.

He laughed low and cruel, snapping his hips into mine so hard the mattress squeaked. "Why? Because it’s true? Because your body’s milking me like you were made for me, not him?"

I moaned, shame and pleasure tangling until I didn’t know where one ended and the other began. My arms collapsed under me, leaving my face pressed to the sheets as he pounded me deeper, dragging long groans from my throat.

"Spread wider," he barked. His hand slid down my spine and smacked my ass hard enough to sting. "I want to see this pussy stretched open for me."

I obeyed, trembling as I opened my thighs further. He growled in satisfaction, fucking me with brutal rhythm, then suddenly pulled out.

I whined at the loss, but he grabbed my waist and flipped me again. Before I could catch my breath, he dragged me up onto his lap, his cock nudging my entrance.

"Ride me," he ordered, voice low and commanding.

My lips parted, shocked. "W-what?"

He slapped my thigh sharply, making me gasp. "I said ride me, puttana. Show me how desperate you are for your husband’s father."

Heat flooded my cheeks, but I sank down onto him, inch by inch, until he was buried inside me again. My head fell back with a cry. His hands clamped on my hips, guiding me to grind against him.

"Fuck... that’s it," he groaned, eyes burning into mine. "Bounce on me, Reina. Let Daddy see how sweet you look when you fuck yourself on his cock."

I whimpered at his words, shame curling tight in my belly as I started moving, rocking back and forth, then bouncing faster. Every drag of him inside me sent lightning through my veins. My nails clawed at his chest, and his lips found my throat, biting hard enough to bruise.

"You’re dripping," he growled against my skin, sliding a hand between us to rub my clit. "Soaked for me. Do you think Paolo could ever fuck you like this? Hm? Do you think he could make you scream like this?"

"N-no," I admitted brokenly, tears springing in my eyes from how much pleasure coursed through me.

"No what?" he snapped, pinching my clit cruelly.

"No, Daddy," I gasped, the word spilling from my lips before I could stop it.

His eyes darkened with savage hunger. He slammed up into me, meeting my rhythm with punishing thrusts. My moans broke into cries, my body jerking with every snap of his hips.

"That’s right," he snarled, dragging me down harder. "Say it again. Say who owns this pussy."

"You do," I sobbed, shaking. "Daddy—fuck—y-you own it!"

His teeth bared in a wicked smile as he drove into me harder, faster. "And don’t you forget it."

"Fuck! Your pussy is better than any drug I’ve ever taken. Making me so high." He grunted, throwing his head back as he squeezed my ass cheeks in both hands.

"Really? You think I’m better than any drugs?" I asked, panting heavily as I pick up the pace, riding him in a long, unhurried rhythm, then I placed a palm on his chest and flick my fingers on the tulip flower tattoo on his peck. "The drug daddy love most is my pussy."

I could feel his cock thickening inside me as he cursed. He jerked his hips up to meet my fall down, but he didn’t rush the pace and let me fuck myself on his cock slowly, enjoying every lick of desire and every roll of my hips to take him fully.

Every scrape of his nails and every groan of pleasure broke me apart little by little.

He couldn’t get deep enough or fuck me hard enough. He was wrong. My pussy wasn’t the drug making him high. It was him, he was the drug driving me insane. Making me lose my sanity. I was high on his smell, his touch, but most of all that look in his eyes.

It was not just lust. It was half love. He looked at me like he loved me, and that nearly made me burst into both pleasure and tears.

He stroked his hand on my thigh and hips before he fisted my boobs and squeezed and pinched me in the same rhythm I fuck myself on him, slow and measured, as our eyes clashed and my heart nearly spilled out. If the beat beneath my fingers was of any indication, then his heart was also on the verge of exploding.

I realized with astounding clarity that I was not fucking myself on him. He was making love to me.

How can something this beautiful, this intense be just lust? Fucking how?

He was not only touching my body. He was breaching my newly born heart and my bruised soul.

He pulled back the foreskin and teased my nipples, using the sweat that rolled down his rock hard chest to make my boobs more slippery so he could play with them further.

He squeezed and teased my nipples in the right places until I was delirious.

"I love how you ride my cock, baby, but do you know what I love more?" He flashed me the most gorgeous smile ever. "Your pussy sound. Do you hear that beautiful sounds your pussy is making on my cock? It’s ethereal."

God! That damn mouth of his.

Domenico grinned as he dropped one of his hand to my pussy, rubbing and pinching my clit in a way that made tears of pure bliss roll down my eyes.

This was so good. So fucking insane I wouldn’t care even if Paolo should walk in on us right now. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

Fuck him!

Or no, fuck me! Because I was the one getting fucked here, not him.

My body spiraled, the edge creeping up again, so close I couldn’t breathe. Domenico must have felt me clench because he stopped rubbing my clit abruptly, making me wail.

"Not yet," he growled, pulling me off his cock and tossing me back onto the mattress like I weighed nothing. He crawled over me, pinning my wrists. His cock pressed against me, teasing, pushing in only halfway before pulling out again.

"Please!" I cried, thrashing under him. "Please let me... aargh!"

"Shut up," he hissed, shoving into me with one brutal thrust that knocked the breath from my lungs. He didn’t let up this time. His hips pounded into me, the bed rattling under us. Sweat dripped from his brow onto my skin, and his mouth caught mine in a savage kiss, swallowing every cry.

"Cum for me," he growled against my lips, his thumb finding my clit again. "Cum on Daddy’s cock like the little whore you are."

I shattered. My orgasm ripped through me with violent force, my body convulsing under him as I screamed into his mouth. My pussy clamped down so hard around him that he groaned deep and cursed, fucking me through it until I was sobbing, trembling, barely coherent.