Make Me Moan, Daddy-Chapter 46

REINA

When Domenico said he wanted to fuck me on my husband’s bed, I thought he was joking, until he picked me up, threw me over his shoulder and brought me here.

He didn’t even wait for me to protest before throwing me onto the bed, and buried his already hard cock back into my pussy.

The first hard thrust ripped the air from my lungs. I clutched at his shoulders, eyes wide, as Domenico drove into me again, slow enough that I felt every thick inch stretch me, but deep enough to make my body shudder against the mattress.

I couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe. Every part of me screamed this was wrong, but my hips betrayed me, lifting to meet him, desperate for more.

"God, listen to you," he growled against my ear, voice harsh and ragged. "Your pussy’s sucking me in like it’s starving. Your pussy will never be satisfied no matter how many times I fuck you. You needed this. You needed me."

"No," I whispered, but it was a broken sound, more plea than denial.

"Yes." His teeth sank into my neck, biting down hard enough to make me gasp. "Say it, piccola. Admit you need Daddy’s cock inside you all the time."

I shook my head, nails dragging down his back, but another thrust stole the denial from my lips. My body tightened around him, walls fluttering uncontrollably, as if my betrayal lived in every clench of muscle.

"You feel that?" he rasped, rolling his hips, grinding deep. "That’s me. Deeper than my son will ever be. He’ll never touch you like this. Never know how fucking sweet you are inside."

Shame and pleasure twisted into one unbearable knot inside me. Tears burned my eyes, but not from pain. From the sheer intensity of being filled like this, of knowing there was no turning back.

"Too much," I gasped. "It’s too much, Domenico..."

He stilled, buried to the hilt, and I felt the sharp edge of his grin against my skin. "No, it’s not. You can take it. You’ll take all of me, over and over, until you can’t walk straight. Until every step reminds you of this cock."

And then he started moving again.

Slow at first, dragging almost all the way out, leaving me stretched and empty, before thrusting back in with brutal precision. I cried out, my legs trembling around his waist, my body arching into his.

The rhythm built, not fast, not merciful, but steady, punishing. He wanted me to feel every second of it, to remember exactly who was inside me.

I bit my lip to keep from screaming, but he caught my chin in his hand, forcing my eyes open.

"No hiding from me." His gaze was dark, wild, claiming. "I want to see your face while I ruin you."

"Please," I begged, though I didn’t even know what I was begging for. Release? Mercy? More?

He only laughed, low and wicked, thrusting harder. "You’re not cumming yet. Not until I say so. I’ll drag this out until you’re crying for it. Just like you were doing back in my office. Bed daddy for release, better yet, cry for it."

And God, I was already close. My body quivered around him, my clit throbbing with every grind of his hips. I felt it building, rising, threatening to break, but every time I got close, he pulled back, slowing, holding me down, forcing the edge to fade.

It was torture. Delicious, unbearable torture.

"Stop... teasing," I gasped, twisting beneath him, trying to move my hips faster. But his hand slammed down on my stomach, pinning me flat to the mattress.

"You don’t tell me when to stop," he snarled, his pace turning shallow, almost lazy. "This pussy belongs to me now. I’ll decide when it gets to cum."

A sob tore from my throat, hard and shameless, not from pain, but from the desperate ache clawing through me. I was drenched, the sheets beneath me damp, my body trembling uncontrollably as he kept me hovering right at the brink.

He leaned down, his mouth brushing my ear, his voice a dark caress. "I could keep you like this for hours. Desperate. So needy you’d beg me to finish you in front of him. Would you do that, Reina? Would you beg Daddy to fuck you in front of Paolo?"

My heart lurched violently, but my pussy clenched at the thought, betraying me again.

The scent of my husband was everywhere in this room, everywhere around us and it made it seem like he was here, watching.

That did something dangerous to me. Making me want to tease him, get him hard and I wondered what he would do.

Will he stand up, walk over to us and stab me with that knife he always had on him? Or will he ripped Domenico away from me, and bury his cock deep inside my pussy, taking his father’s place? Just like Domenico did to him in my dream.

Or will he took my face in his hands, smiling down at me while he caress my face and praise me for taking his father’s cock in my pussy like a good girl?

Or will he, will he insist I could take two cocks in my little cunt at the same time and then slid his hard cock into my pussy, and both father and son would start fucking my slutty cunt at the same time?

"Fuck," Domenico groaned, feeling it. "You liked that, didn’t you? The idea of being caught. Of him seeing you stretched open, full of his father’s cock."

"No," I whispered, tears slipping hot down my cheeks. But my body screamed yes.

Of course, it was a yes.

"Yes," he corrected, thrusting hard enough to make the headboard slam against the wall. "Your body never lies to me. I can feel your desire, baby."

I was unraveling, the tension unbearable. My thighs shook around him, my nails dug bloody crescents into his arms, but still he refused me. Every time I reached the edge, he slowed, grinding instead of thrusting, making me whimper and cry.

"Please," I finally broke, my voice hoarse, raw. Fucking needy. "Please let me cum..."

His mouth crushed mine, swallowing the plea, his tongue tangling with mine in a filthy, consuming kiss. When he pulled back, his smirk was devastating.

"Not yet," he whispered. "You’ll take more first."

And then he shifted, grabbing my legs and pushing them back, folding me in half beneath him. The new angle made me scream, his cock driving deeper, slamming against a spot inside me that sent shockwaves of pleasure through my whole body.

"Domenico!" I screamed at the top of my voice, my whole body felt like it was on fire, my legs trembling so much I feared I might have a tumor. "Daddy, please!"

"Good girl," he grunted, fucking me harder now, pounding into me with ruthless control. "Take it. Take all of me."

My vision blurred. The room spun. I couldn’t tell where the pain ended and the pleasure began. All I knew was that I was his, completely his, and there was no going back.

Every thrust was a brand, marking me, claiming me. And still, he refused to let me fall apart.

"You’ll cum when I want you to," he growled, sweat dripping down his temple onto my skin. "And when you do... it’ll ruin you for every other man. Especially my son. That damn bastard don’t deserve to have you. You’re mine, baby. All mine."