Make Me Moan, Daddy-Chapter 41

REINA

I’d only ever had sex—real, actual penetration—three times in my entire life.

The first was with Andrew, my ex boyfriend who took my virginity and ditched me like it was nothing, and that felt like a billion years ago.

The second time was during my freshman year of college. I still remember the guy Tessa hooked me up with that night—poor thing, it was his first time too. We were both so nervous that he actually threw up the moment he got inside me, then bolted before anything even happened.

And the third time? My wedding night. Paolo had used a silicone cock on me. I’m not sure that even counts as the real thing... but technically, it was still penetration.

So yeah, three times. And it had been two years since I last had anything other than just fingers inside my pussy.

"So, does that mean you haven’t had any cock in this pussy for a while now?" Domenico’s voice rasped against my ear, low and sinful, every word dragging across my skin like hot silk.

His breath was thick and heavy, sending a violent shiver through me. My knees went weak, my core clenched tight, and a tingling heat rushed down my spine, blooming between my thighs until I could barely breathe.

"Y... Yes." I gasped, my chest heaving as I tried to accommodate his big cock instead my tight pussy.

This feeling, it was something I hadn’t felt in a long while. It felt so foreign, and the fact that Domenico was a lot bigger than anything I had ever had inside of me made it so fucking hard to get used to the feeling of his cock ripping my inside apart.

His cock was so hot, or maybe it was my pussy that was burning hot. It felt like I was going to melt from the inside out. My pussy pulsing, fucking leaking wet, warm fluid down my legs.

"Not even Paolo?" Domenico asked, his chest pressed tightly against mine, making it so hard to see his face. Making it impossible for me to see the kind of expression he had on right now.

Did he look happy to be my first since forever? Or was he jealous... Jealous of what? What could he be possibly jealous of?

But judging by the way his whole body was trembling against mine, and his heart beating so loudly, I could tell he was excited and so was I.

"No. Not even him." I let out in a harsh grunt.

Just as if on clue, as if he had heard exactly what he had expected me to say, Domenico pulled back, all the way to the fucking tip, and then slammed right back into me.

His thrust was savage, brutal—like a bandage being ripped off a bleeding wound—and I screamed, my breath catching as my body convulsed under the violent, merciless intrusion.

His thrusts became hard, brutal, monstrous. He was panting so fucking heavily as he pounded into me like I was no human but a fuck toy. A goddamn fuck doll.

"Ahh, oh my god! Mmm fuck yes!" I screamed at the top of my voice, not a whimper, not even a gasp, I fucking screamed. So loud that I feared the maids at their quarters were going to hear us.

But I didn’t care, didn’t care enough to keep my voice down. What Domenico was doing to my pussy, to my fucking inside was so brutal. So inhumane.

"Fuck, daddy... Ahhh!" My whimper ended in a moan. I reached forward, gripping his hair for a dear life.

The more he thrusted into me, the harder my grip on his hair become. Both sweat and tears rolled down along the side of my face as I pushed my back off the sofa, meeting him thrusts for thrusts.

"You’re taking me so well, baby. Just like a good girl." Domenico showered me with praises, he leaned forward, sinking his face into the crool of my neck, he inhaled me first before sinking his teeth into my collarbone. Biting me so hard I clenched me pussy to suppress the pain.

"I am a good girl only for daddy." I gasped, eyes widened in shock as he cock seemed to be growing bigger inside of me.

How was that even possible?

"That’s right. Only for me." Domenico hissed, biting me even hard I swear I saw stars.

Making my pussy throbbed. My stiff nipples rubbing against his rock chest, making a tingling sensation washed over me.

It was just to much to bear.

"Please daddy. Please please fucking please. Don’t stop." I moaned out loud, so fucking loud there was no doubt I was going to lose my voice come morning.

I was yet to decide if I hated this harsh thrusts and how he was fucking me like I was just some fuck toys or if I was enjoying it.

But I wouldn’t lie that I didn’t like what he was doing to me.

"Who the hell says I’m going to stop fucking this sweet, dripping cunt, hmm?" Domenico growled, his smirk dark and feral as he tilted his head back just enough to look down at me—sweat glistening on his temples, eyes burning with ruthless hunger.

His voice was low, rough, vibrating through my body like a threat and a promise all at once, each word dripping with dominance as his hips rolled harder, deeper, making it clear he had no intention of stopping.

"Your pussy is so damn tight and wet for me," Domenico rasped, his voice rough like gravel against my skin. "Such a good girl, taking me so well."

"Ahhh, Domenico!" I cried out, my voice breaking somewhere between pleasure and disbelief.

"Domenico?" he echoed with a dark, dangerous smirk curling at the corner of his lips, the sound of his name on his tongue vibrating through me—mocking, possessive, and sinfully amused, as if daring me to say it again.

"Hmmm." I whimpered, my legs trembling and when I tried to push off the sofa, he simply pinned me right fucking back to the sofa, his weight on top of me felt like a whole mountain had fell down on me.

"It’s," he grunted, thrusting into me. "Fucking..." Another hard thrust that made my breath hitch.

"Daddy," he growled, punctuating each of his words with a hard thrust. "To," another thrust that sent my thoughts spiraling. "You." He ended with yet another thrust that made tears streaming down my eyes. Making me cry like a baby.

"Ahhhh, Daddy! Please..." I cried out, my voice trembling with a mix of desperation and overwhelm.

He paused just enough to look at me, eyes dark, breathing heavy. "What is it?"

"Please... slow down," I whispered, tears catching in my throat.

A smirk curved at the corner of his mouth, dangerous and taunting. "Are you kidding me, sweetheart?" His tone was low and rough, the kind of voice that made my heart pound faster even when my body begged for mercy.

"Hmmm no. Ahhh no. Please slow down." I whispered, pressing my palms flat against his chest that felt like a bag of muscles, and tried to push him off me. But who was I kidding?

Domenico smirked, his eyes darkened with sick a fierce hunger for my pussy that made me want to question my life choices. "Like fuck I’m going to slow down now."