Make Me Moan, Daddy-Chapter 14

DOMENICO

I should have been upstairs putting on my suit. The meeting this morning was important... contracts, alliances, men who thought they could stand on the same level as me. But the second I saw her, all of that turned to dust.

Reina was at the dining table, legs crossed under that tiny slip of a dress, pretending to eat breakfast while she kept sneaking glances at me. She was trying to look innocent, but her eyes gave her away. They were taunting me, daring me to come take what I knew belonged to me.

I didn’t even realize I’d moved until I was standing over her.

Her fork clinked against the plate when I caught her chin and made her look at me. I kissed her hard, dragging her bottom lip between my teeth, swallowing her soft, surprised whimper. My other hand was already on her thigh, sliding higher, squeezing hard enough to make her legs twitch.

I knew Paolo had just left, I knew my son just walked out the doors barely five minutes ago, and the maids were probably lurking somewhere near the dining room—close enough to hear every filthy, forbidden sound spilling from this room. But I didn’t care. I didn’t have to care.

I was the one paying them, not my son. Their loyalty belonged to me alone. And unless they wanted their family dead before I slaughtered them too, they would keep their mouths shut and their eyes blind, their ears deaf to the truth of what was happening in here. They would pretend not to see their master claiming what was his.

Because that’s exactly what was happening.

The moment Reina knelt between my legs, naked, her lips wrapping around my cock, her throat swallowing me like she’d been born to do it, she ceased to be my son’s wife. She stopped being my daughter-in-law. She became mine—body, heart, soul, destiny—mine. All mine.

She had always been mine. Even before she married my son, before she even knew my name, she had belonged to me in ways she could never understand. It wasn’t a choice. It was a fact written somewhere deeper than blood, carved into the marrow of the universe.

So what was so wrong with me taking what had always belonged to me? What could possibly be wrong with claiming my birthright? With taking my due?

Absolutely nothing. Nothing at all. This is not sin. This is not betrayal. This is not shame. This is order, inevitability, justice. This is how it was always meant to be.

Nothing will ever make this seem wrong in my eyes—because it isn’t wrong. It’s holy. It’s destiny.

Fuck! How could anyone even dare call something this beautiful ’wrong’? It makes no sense.

"I should be putting on my tie right now," I growled into her mouth, "but instead, all I can think about is bending you over this table and ruining you before the day even starts."

She gave me that soft, filthy smile that always made my cock ache. "Then ruin me, Daddy."

That word went straight to my spine.

I gripped her waist and pushed her backward until she was now sitting on the edge of the table. My arm swept across the surface, sending plates and glasses crashing to the floor. I didn’t care. All I saw was her.

The world could be drowning in chaos, cities collapsing, oceans swallowing the earth, this very building burning down to its bones—and still, all I would see is Reina.

The flames could lick at my skin, the ceiling could fall in on me, and every last breath could be choked from my lungs, and yet my eyes would find only her.

Damn you, Reina, for doing this to me.

"Daddy..." A whimper fell from her lips, making my cock throbbed in the confine of my pants. Leaking for this sexy woman in my grasp.

I shoved her dress up and my breath left me in a rush.

Nothing underneath. No panties. No fucking barrier between me and that wet, perfect pussy.

My cock swelled instantly, straining against my pants. "No panties? You’ve been walking around my house like this?"

Her lips parted just enough to let the words drip out. "I wanted you to find me like this. I wanted you to be the first thing that touches me today."

"Reina!" I moaned, I fucking moaned!

Jesus Christ—how the hell had I been living before I met her? What kind of pathetic, hollow existence was that? How the fuck had I been breathing, walking, surviving without this sinful, perfect, maddeningly slutty little thing?

Just looking at her now—her pussy glistening, dripping sweet, sinful nectar down her inner thighs, making a sticky, shining mess across the furniture—I was gone. My brain wasn’t thinking anymore; it was drowning. All I could see, all I could taste, all I could crave was the thought of burying my cock deep inside that dripping cunt.

I didn’t just want to fuck her; I wanted to ruin her. I wanted to drive myself into her so hard, so deep, so relentlessly that we’d both collapse, trembling and broken, unable to even stand when it was over. I wanted to fuck her until she forgot her name, until she forgot the world, until the only thing she could remember was the feel of me inside her.

I wanted to fuck her so completely, so savagely, that every nerve ending in her body burned my name into her soul. I wanted her so addicted, so marked, that no other cock would ever be enough.

And nothing—nothing on this earth—was going to stop me. Not tomorrow. Not later. Right now. This second.

Right now, I needed to be inside her. Right now, my body was screaming for her, every cell clawing at me like fire under my skin. So help me God, if I didn’t get to be inside her this instant, I might actually die.

I was dying for her—dying, starving, drowning—and the only cure, the only medicine, the only doctor I needed was her warm, wet pussy wrapping tight around my thick cock, squeezing the life back into me while I took every last breath from her.

"Fuck," I muttered, running my fingers along her bare slit but not giving her the relief she wanted. "Tell me exactly what you want from me, piccola. I want to hear it in that dirty little mouth."

Her eyes locked on mine, her voice dropping to a sinful purr. "I want you on your knees. I want you to suck my nipples until they ache. I want your mouth on my clit until I’m crying and begging you to stop, but you don’t. I want you to fuck me with your tongue, and then your cock... deep, Daddy... until I can’t walk straight."

My cock twitched even harder at every word.

I leaned in close to her ear, letting my breath fan over her skin. "And what do I get in return?"

Her mouth curved in wicked delight. "I’ll show you how I touch myself when I’m thinking about you. Every time I slide my fingers inside me, every filthy thought I have about your cock splitting me open... I’ll give you all of it." 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

That hit me like a punch to the chest.

"Show me," I said, my voice low, dangerous, absolute.

Her eyes widened for a fraction of a second, like she hadn’t expected me to really call her bluff. But then... that wicked little smile curled her mouth, and she leaned back on her elbows like she was settling into a throne.

"Do it," I ordered, my voice low and dangerous. "Touch yourself for me, piccola," I told her. "Nice and slow. Let Daddy see how greedy you get when you think about him."

She didn’t hesitate.

Leaning back on her elbows, she spread her knees wide, baring herself to me completely. My throat tightened as her fingers slid down, parting her folds, glistening with slick.

"Eyes on me," I growled when she let her head tip back.

Her gaze met mine, dark and heavy, as she drew slow, deliberate circles over her clit. Her breathing quickened, her hips rocking into her own touch.

"That’s it," I murmured, unbuckling my belt but keeping my cock caged for now. "Show me how greedy you get when I’m not here to stop you."

She slid two fingers inside herself and let out a sound that made my balls tighten.

"What are you thinking about?" I demanded.

"You," she whispered, her voice shaking. "Your mouth... your hands choking me... your cock stretching me open until I can’t take it anymore."

"Keep talking." please just don’t stop talking or I’m going to fucking lose my sanity.

She moaned louder, her hips grinding. "I think about your tongue fucking me, about your cum dripping down my thighs. I think about riding you until you lose control and throw me on my back."

My patience snapped.

"Stop," I said sharply.

Her fingers froze, her chest heaving. "Daddy, please—"

"I said stop. You don’t get to finish until I decide. And I’m not done with you yet."

I stepped between her legs, my hands gripping her ass, pulling her forward so her pussy was right at the edge of the table. I dropped to my knees, and her breath caught.

"Is this what you wanted?" I asked, kissing the inside of her thigh, so close she trembled. "Daddy worshipping his filthy little slut?"

"Yes," she breathed, her hands curling into my hair. "Please... Ahhh Daddy..."