Make Me Moan, Daddy-Chapter 45

REINA

I just fucked my father-in-law.

No, he fucked me! My father-in-law fucked me.

Domenico Gravano. The man I was never supposed to want. The man who ruined me with nothing but his body and that dark, filthy dominance in his eyes.

He fucked me, and God help me, I liked it.

Every filthy second of it.

His weight on me felt like sin pressed into my skin, his heat sinking deep into places no one else had ever reached. My body shook, wild and out of control, as he tore the biggest orgasm out of me—one that left my insides trembling, clenching, still pulsing around nothing long after he was done.

It was reckless. It was wrong.

But I’ve never felt more alive.

I shouldn’t have loved the idea of having his seed deep inside my womb, but God, I did! It just felt right to have him shooting his load inside me, making my pussy his cum bank.

"Oh, Lord," I breathed out, my chest rising and falling in frantic rhythm.

I turned my head toward the wide wall-to-ceiling window of my father-in-law’s office, and a faint, delirious smile tugged at my lips as my eyes found the pool outside.

The calm blue water shimmered under the faint light, and beyond it, I could see the outline of my husband’s house... so close, yet so far from the sin that had just happened here.

God, I wished I could drag my aching body into that pool, just to let the water soothe my bones... bones that felt shattered from the way Domenico had handled me.

Every inch of me pulsed with soreness and sin. And my legs... fuck, my legs were still trembling uncontrollably, refusing to obey me after being fucked for hours.

I’d lost track of time somewhere between the first orgasm and the tenth. The world outside was already silver with dawn, the air heavy and quiet in that strange hour before sunrise. Maybe it was four a.m., give or take.

Which meant we’d been going at it like rabbits for nearly five hours straight.

How the hell was that even humanly possible? 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

My father-in-law was a goddamn stallion. No pun intended.

Domenico, just on clue, started sucking on my ear, I could feel his damn cock getting hard again and if I didn’t make any excuse to break away from him right now, he was going to start fucking me again.

And heavens, I didn’t think I have the energy to take him on again. Unless I really have a death wish.

"I need to get up." I sighed, my pussy felt sticky and I needed to clean the mess as soon as possible

"Why?" Domenico asked, slowly letting my ear go, but not without biting down on it which drawl out a moan from me.

"To clean up and then go back home to sleep." I replied with a sigh.

Domenico lifted his weight off me, and I let out a shaky breath. I felt empty now that our bodies had disengage and fuck me for feeling sad about it.

"Got it." He said, standing up from the sofa.

I turned around and rested on one elbow, watching as my father-in-law threw his pants on, not going for his shirt.

My gaze wandered over his physique, each line and curve carved like a masterpiece sculpted by sinful hands. His back was a living work of art: broad, hard as stone, and adorned with tattoos that slithered and curved across his olive skin, disappearing into the dip of his lower back like secrets begging to be touched.

The ink shimmered faintly in the light, a wild tapestry of color and shadow that only made him more devastatingly beautiful.

Every muscle in him looked alive, carved for sin, meant to be worshipped. I could barely breathe, my throat tight, my lips parting as my gaze devoured him. My mouth actually watered—God help me—for the taste of that man.

Domenico, that arrogant, intoxicating bastard. He knew I was watching him, could feel my eyes crawling over every inch of his body. And then—just to torment me—he flexed, slow and deliberate, every muscle rippling beneath his skin like a taunt.

The man was showing off, and he knew exactly what he was doing to me.

"God, with him looking like that, will I ever be able to put a stop to this insanity?" I sighed, rubbing my thighs together so I could feel his cum everywhere in my body.

After a few seconds, he smirked and said. "Stay there, princess, I will be back."

I watched him walk out of the door, and I wondered where he had disappeared to.

I lowered my back onto the bed, staring at the white ceiling.

I had sex with my husband’s father. I should be ashamed of myself right now, but I couldn’t. Will this even be considered cheating when I’m married to his son but never really have sex with him before?

I mean, we had only done it with a toy, just one time and that couldn’t really be considered sex.

This was different. I liked the sex this time with his father. I had wanted it and I had gotten it. I should be worried, but I didn’t want to freak myself out or send myself running for the hills now that the adrenaline rush had slowly wore off.

Domenico appeared from the door he had disappeared into, a wet cloth in his hand. He smiled when our eyes met, and he winked at me. That made blood rushed over my ears.

"Spread your legs, baby, I’m going to clean you up. And bring out all the cum I shot inside." He said with a smile.

"Oh," I pouted, deciding to tease him a little. "Wasn’t that a gift, daddy? Do you really have to take it back?"

Domenico stared down at me, his eyes shifted to my face, down to my pussy and back to my face in less than two seconds. My breath hitched when I noticed the bulge in his pants.

Heavens, he can’t be thinking about fucking me again, can he?

"You can keep them if you wish to carry my baby." He growled, and I felt my heart stop beating for a quick second.

Baby? Pregnant for my father-in-law while still married to his son? No fucking thank you!

"I’ll pass." I grimaced, slowly freed my legs and spread them apart for my father-in-law.

Domenico’s eyes sparkled as he saw his cum shooting out of my pussy, trailing along my inner thighs.

"You sure you don’t want me to fuck your wet cunt again?" He chuckled, grabbing my waist as he got between my legs and he began wiping me clean.

I grinned, rolling my hips, wanting to make good use of the moment. "I would die if I take you again tonight," I groaned when he slid a finger into my cunt. "Daddy, you’re fucking huge. That thing could kill me."

"True." Domenico groaned, shoving his face into my pussy and replaced his finger in my cunt with his broad tongue.

"Ahh. Mmph." I moaned, my breath hitched as I shoved my pussy into his face, making his tongue go deeper into my greedy cunt.

Domenico took his gorgeous time eating me up. I loved it, and I wouldn’t mind doing this again and again, only that my safety might not be promised if Paolo should know about this.

"Fuck. You’re fucking sweet." Domenico groaned into my pussy, sinking his nails into my hips. Leaving a sweet sting behind.

Domenico pushed his head back, his eyes darkened as he stared at me. "You can’t ever do this with another person who’s not me, okay? Or I swear I’m going to kill any bastard who tries to share you with me."

And just like that , he lifted my ass up until my lower half was no longer on the sofa, his nails digging into my sensitive flesh, as he feasted on my pussy like a starved man.

Like I was his last meal, just as he made me feel not too long ago.

My eyes rolled as his tongue lapped up my cunt, circling my clit and spearing into my opening. It was too much, too good. I forced myself to find something to focus on, to draw out the pleasure.

My gaze locked on the white ceiling, and on his dark locks. I tried to concentrate on millions of other things . Or how my heart was beating so loudly, it rivaled the husky moans falling from my lips.

But I lost focus, and it all faded to black as his teeth join in, sucking and biting before easing the sting with his tongue.

"Fucking mine," he murmured before suctioning my clit into his mouth. I cried out, pleasure consuming me whole. And he was right. The way Domenico ate my pussy made it feel like it was his.

It didn’t take long before his tongue lashed at my clit in just the right way that an orgasm exploded out of me before I could process it.

My scream echoed in the confined space of his office as he swallowed everything I had to give him. And then he slowly lowered me back onto the sofa after swallowing every last drop of my cum, licking me clean.

"Fuck, you’re so sweet." He smiled, swiping his tongue over his lips to lick my juice off his lips.

"I’ve always been." I smirked when he pulled away, I craned my neck to stare at him.

Domenico bit down gently on his lip, staring down at me with a satisfactory smile on his face. "Want to know what else will be sweeter?"

I raised my eyebrows, wondering what this greedy man was on about. "What’s that?"

He winked, smiling devilishly. "Fucking you on your husband’s bed."