Make Me Moan, Daddy-Chapter 73

REINA

I used to think anxiety was something you calmed.

But with him, it was something he fucked out of me—slow, deep, deliberate strokes that left no room for anything except his name falling off my lips.

"Daddy Domenico!" I moaned, bouncing on his cock as I rode him shamelessly, meeting every thrust he gave me.

My eyes were shut tight, tears rolling down the sides of my face as I gripped the headrest of the driver’s seat for support.

I shut off my mind, letting the low hum of the car and the sound of my ass slapping against his thighs every time I dropped onto his thick cock be the only things I focused on.

It was crazy. Utterly, dangerously crazy. Having sex with Domenico while he drove us home had to be one of the biggest risks I’d ever taken. And that’s not even counting the fact that he was my father-in-law—easily the craziest part of all.

My mind drifted for a second, imagining Domenico losing control of the car... us crashing into a tree... or worse, tumbling down a hill. Dying with my father-in-law’s sinfully thick cock buried deep inside my slutty pussy.

"Fuck! So... so good!" I moaned, sweat rolling down my spine and into the crack of my ass.

"Reina," Domenico groaned, his voice low and dangerously sexy, doing something insane to my already throbbing pussy.

I cracked my eyes open—

and my soul left my body the second I saw it.

His eyes were closed.

What the fuck. He was driving.

"You’re supposed to keep your eyes on the road!" I cried out, chest heaving as I tried not to let the panic swallow me.

What if we actually died like this? The thought sent a cold shiver down my spine.

Domenico slowly opened his eyes, glancing at me with veins popping at his temples, his voice low and uneven. "Hard to, when you keep looking at me like that."

Oh my fucking God.

Did you hear yourself? I screamed at myself internally.

Even though I was visibly shaking at the idea of crashing, I still didn’t stop riding him.

I threw my head back, gasping as his cockhead pressed hard against my g-spot. A sharp tingling sensation shot through my pussy. "Like what?" I whispered, biting my lip. "How am I looking at you?"

Domenico smirked. One of his hands slid to my ass, and he grabbed one cheek before spanking me so hard I let out a filthy moan.

"Like you’re about to do something I’ll regret..." he grunted, slipping a finger into the tight crack of my butt. I bit down on my lip, forcing myself not to cry out.

I had never had anything in my asshole before.

"You’re looking like I’m about to fuck up your world." He grinned, thrusting his finger a little deeper but when he couldn’t get past the first knuckle he sighed and pulled his finger out of my ass.

"I really wish I could fuck every fucking holes in your body at the same fucking time!" He hissed, and before I knew it, Domenico grabbed my waist and flipped me, making my back turn on him.

The world tilted as Domenico flipped me like I weighed nothing, my knees scraping against the leather seat, my palms slamming onto the dashboard for balance. The car swerved—fuck, it swerved—tires hissing over asphalt, headlights slicing through the dark like a blade. My heart punched my ribs so hard I tasted metal.

"Grab the wheel, Reina," he growled against my ear, breath hot, voice shredded. "Drive."

I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. My fingers curled around the steering wheel, slick with sweat, knuckles white. The speedometer needle trembled at seventy-five. The road ahead was a black ribbon, trees clawing at the edges.

I hesitated a little, didn’t know what this was. How the fuck was I supposed to drive when I was a trembling mess?

"Daddy..."

"Now."

His hands clamped my hips, yanking me back until my ass slammed against his thighs. The head of his cock nudged my entrance—thick, blunt, angry—and then he shoved. One brutal thrust that punched the air from my lungs, stretched me so wide I saw stars. My scream cracked the windshield.

"Eyes on the road, baby," he rasped, pulling out slow, dragging every ridge of him against my walls, then slamming back in. The car lurched. I yanked the wheel left, tires screeching, gravel spitting.

"Good girl. Keep us alive while I ruin this pussy."

I was sobbing—actual tears—mixing with the sweat dripping off my chin. The steering wheel vibrated under my grip, engine snarling as I floored it, the speedometer climbing. Eighty. Eighty-five. His cock pistoned into me, relentless, balls slapping my clit with every thrust.

The slap-slap-slap was obscene, wet, filthy. So... So fucking good.

God! God, it felt like I was going to die; my heart clawing up my throat, lungs burning, the steering wheel slick with my sweat and his cum.

But fuck death, fuck it; if this is what dying tastes like—his cock splitting me open, the road screaming under us, every nerve flayed raw and singing—then fucking bury me in it.

I’d die a million fucking times, a billion, screaming his name while the car flips, while the world explodes, while his seed floods my cunt and drips down my thighs like holy fucking communion.

Death? Please. This is resurrection. This is rapture. I’d crawl out of the wreckage on shattered knees just to ride him again, blood in my mouth, pussy ruined, soul shredded and grinning.

Let me burn. Let me break. Let me die with his cock buried so deep I feel him in my fucking ribcage.

I’d thank the reaper with my tongue on Domenico’s balls.

"Fuck... Daddy!" The word tore out of me, raw and broken. My thighs shook. My pussy clenched around him like a fist, greedy, starving.

He laughed, dark and guttural, one hand snaking around to pinch my clit so hard I jerked the wheel. The car fishtailed. Headlights spun.

For one terrifying second, the guardrail rushed up—metal glinting—then I corrected, tires screaming, heart in my throat.

I was fucking high on adrenaline.

"That’s it," he snarled, fingers digging into my hips hard enough to bruise. "Drive like your life depends on it. Because it fucking does."

Another thrust. Deeper. Harder. The head of his cock battered my cervix, sparks exploding behind my eyes. I couldn’t see the road anymore... just white-hot pleasure, the blur of the street, the smell of sex and leather and fear.

"Tell me how it feels," he demanded, voice ragged. "Tell me while you keep us from dying."

"It’s...fuck... it’s splitting me open," I gasped, voice shredding. "Your cock’s so thick I can’t... can’t breathe! Gonna come... Daddy, please!"

"Not yet." He slapped my ass hard, the crack echoing. "You come when I say. Eyes forward."

I forced my gaze to the windshield. The road curved sharp left. I cranked the wheel, tires howling. Domenico didn’t stop... couldn’t stop... fucking me through the turn, his hips snapping, cock dragging over my g-spot again and again until my vision tunneled.

"Ninety," I whimpered, glancing at the speedometer. "We’re at ninety..."

"Faster."

Oh God. I pressed the pedal. The engine roared. The car shot forward like a bullet. Domenico’s hand left my hip, fisted in my hair, yanking my head back until my spine arched.

His other hand slid under me, two fingers plunging into my pussy alongside his cock, stretching me impossibly wide.

"Aargh! Fuck, daddy!"

I screamed. The sound ricocheted inside the car, raw and animal. My walls clamped down, milking him, slick and desperate. He groaned, hips stuttering.

"Fuck, you’re tight... gonna fill this cunt so full you’ll taste me for days."

The words snapped something inside me. My orgasm crashed over me like a freight train, violent, shattering. I convulsed around him, pussy spasming, squirting so hard it soaked his thighs, the seat, the fucking carpet.

The car swerved again, but he held the wheel steady with one hand, the other still buried in my hair.

"Reina..." His voice broke. His cock swelled, throbbing, and then he was coming, hot, thick ropes painting my insides, flooding me until it leaked down my thighs. He kept thrusting, riding it out, milking every drop into me while I sobbed and shook and drove.

The road straightened. I eased off the gas, chest heaving, tears and sweat and cum dripping off me. Domenico slumped forward, forehead against my shoulder blade, breath ragged.

"Fuck, baby. You have the best fucking pussy in the world," he muttered, voice hoarse. "Now..." he gasped, I could feel his entire body trembling against mine as he pressed against my back, wrapping his arms around my waist, pulling me impossibly close to him.

His voice scraped raw against my ear, low and lethal, every word dripping gasoline.

"Don’t you fucking stop driving, baby. Not one brake, not one swerve, not one goddamn breath until we’re home. Then I’m dragging you inside, bending you over the nearest surface, and fucking you until your legs forget how to hold you. I’ll ruin that pretty pussy so thoroughly you’ll crawl to me on bloody knees just to feel me again."