Make Me Moan, Daddy-Chapter 72

REINA

Domenico knew exactly what I was doing. He could feel the way I throbbed for him, the desperate pulse between my legs. So he didn’t stop me... didn’t even ask what I was trying to do. We both wanted this.

God, we both needed this.

My whole body trembled uncontrollably, a shuddering, needy mess as I wrapped one hand around his rigid cock, gripping him like I couldn’t let go without losing myself.

I pressed my hips forward, hard, craving every inch of him, while my other hand slid between us, dragging my soaked panties aside.

God, the instant my fingers touched myself, it was like diving into molten heat. The lace clung to me, drenched, slick, impossibly wet with my arousal... as if my need had condensed into a trembling, dripping thread.

My fingers clenched it, sliding along it, sending sharp, delicious sparks of shame and craving shooting straight through me.

Every nerve screamed for more, every heartbeat pounding, and still I couldn’t stop. I needed him. Needed this. I needed him more than I needed oxygen.

I needed him more than life. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

"Ahh!" I cried out, tilting my head back, my body trembling as I drowned my fingers in my slick, dripping folds.

I couldn’t help it, my clit throbbed, my insides clenched instinctively, even though I hadn’t had him inside me yet.

Every touch sent fire shooting up my spine, every slick swipe of my palm across my wet, swollen pussy making me hotter, wetter, and unbearably needy.

I dragged my fingers back over myself, coating my hand with my arousal, then immediately wrapped it around Domenico’s rigid cock. It was hard, twitching under my touch, already slick with my own juices.

I stroked him slowly at first, letting my wet hand slide over him, teasing him, preparing him—preparing us—for the moment we’d both been craving since he made his way into the clubhouse like he was my personal Messiah.

"You’re so slutty... so needy," Domenico hissed, his jaw tight, head falling back against the seat headrest.

A low, dangerous growl rumbled through his chest, vibrating against me as I worked him with my slickened hand.

My body shuddered at the sound, the vibration, the tension radiating off him, and I leaned closer, letting every desperate moan escape me as I stroked, teased, and drenched him in my wet heat.

Every slick swipe, every needy press of my fingers against him, made my own arousal spike higher, hotter, tighter. I could feel him pulsing, twitching for me, and it sent a reckless, burning thrill racing straight through me.

"Daddy!" I moaned in pleasure, the sound should have been disgraceful at how slutty it was, but there was no fucking difference between us right now, we were both like a dog in heat, couldn’t care if we whimper or cry all we wanted was to feel, to make each other feel good without any care in the world.

"I’m going to put your cock in me now, daddy!" I whispered, my hands trembling against his cock as I continued stroking him, stroking daddy just like a good girl.

Domenico moved his gaze for stare at me. His gaze locked on me, dark and hungry, pupils black and blazing with a need that made my chest tighten.

His jaw was rigid, muscles taut, every line of his face screaming control teetering on the edge of madness.

I parted my lips, chest heaving, every nerve alight as I guided the crown of his cock to my dripping entrance. The instant it pressed against my slick folds, shivers tore through me, my last shred of sanity dissolving in heat and need.

I trembled, tears streaming down my cheeks, slick fingers rubbing him over and over, desperate for more, aching to claim him... but I didn’t. Not yet.

I needed him to give me permission. I needed him to let me use him, to let me lose myself in him, to let us drown together in pleasure. I needed him to want it as much as I did.

"What does my slut want?" Domenico growled, low and dangerous, his chest rising and falling with a tension that made the air around us thick and electric.

Veins popped at his temples as he fought to hold back, fighting the raw, animal urge to slam me down onto his hard, pulsing cock. Every inch of him radiated dominance and lust, making my body quake with anticipation, making me burn hotter, wetter, and more desperate than I ever thought possible.

I whimpered, slick hands stroking him, every nerve begging him, please, Daddy... let me..., and I could see the impossible hunger in his eyes—the kind that would give in to me, the kind that would let me drown in him, and the kind that would make us both explode together in a storm of feverish, reckless need.

"Please," I whispered, teeth biting my lips, heat burning through me as I rolled my hips, dragging the crown of his cock over my dripping entrance.

"Please, Daddy... give me your permission. Let your slut fuck herself on your cock. Please..." My voice cracked, raw, trembling, dripping with need. It was dangerously sexy, slutty, completely unrecognizable... and I didn’t care.

God... if Domenico were the devil himself, I’d give him my soul without hesitation... just to feel that thick, pulsing cock buried deep inside my desperate, hungry cunt.

Every nerve in me was on fire, my chest heaving, my hands gripping him like I was clinging to life itself.

"Hmm," Domenico grunted, a slow, dangerous smirk curling his lips, dark and sinful, radiating power and control. He looked... untouchable. Lethal. And hotter than any sinful fantasy I’d ever imagined.

"You want Daddy’s cock in your greedy little cunt, don’t you?" he asked, moving his hands down to cup my ass, squeezing me, making me gasp and tremble under the weight of his dominance.

His fingers pressed, kneading, pulling me impossibly closer to him, and I could feel the heat radiating from his body, every motion promising unbearable pleasure.

I nodded frantically, earrings swinging with every desperate movement, my body trembling, slick and needy. My hands clutched at his coat like it was my lifeline, and I could barely breathe through the haze of arousal.

"Yes... yes, Daddy! Please..." My voice was raw, desperate, dripping with want, begging for him, for permission, for the one thing I knew I couldn’t survive without: him inside me.

"I’m going to start driving now," he said, voice low and dangerous, a smoldering smirk tugging at his lips that made my chest tighten and my pulse stutter. "And I’m not going to stop... not until we get home."

For a fleeting second, I thought he might halt everything, that Daddy might punish me for my neediness, for daring to take control of him—but then he yanked my jaw, forcing my gaze to lock with his. Heat and fear and lust collided in my chest.

"Once I start the engine," he continued, frown deepening, thumb pressing against my lips, "I’m not going to pause. Not for a second. So start fucking yourself on my cock... now."

His dark eyes bored into mine, black and relentless. "That’s the only moment you get to be in control. The second we get home, I’m taking over completely. I’m going to fuck you on my terms, and I won’t be gentle. That... is your punishment for putting yourself in harm’s way tonight."

The weight of his words hit me like a physical blow, sending shivers through my slick, trembling body. I could feel him pulsing beneath me, hard and impatient, and my own dripping heat made my hips jerk almost violently against him.

Every nerve in me screamed for release, for him, for the sinful thrill of disobeying yet submitting, knowing full well the punishment he promised would be hotter than anything I could imagine.

I swallowed hard, fingers trembling as I wrapped them around his cock, slick and slicker with my arousal, and slowly I sank on his cock and began to ride him, just as he said... my body shivering with need, my moans escaping despite the danger, each movement dragging us closer to the edge, our breaths mingling in the tense, electric air of the car.

"Fuck, Daddy!" I screamed, my voice raw, desperate, trembling, as the car jolted beneath us.

Every bump and swerve forced him deeper, the crown of his cock dragging against my swollen, sensitive g-spot, setting every nerve in my body on fire.

My body trembled violently, hips grinding frantically against him, slick fingers clutching his shoulders as if holding on could keep me from shattering completely.