Make Me Moan, Daddy Chapter 112

DONICO

She was still trembling when I carried her into the penthouse suite.

The door clicked shut behind us and the moonlight poured in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, both the moonlight and the lights from the chandelier above painting her skin in pure silver glow.

I laid her on the massive bed like she was breakable, even though I knew she wasn’t. Not after the way she’d moaned in the elevator with my mouth on her cunt and a stranger watching.

I stripped her slowly. Dress first—peeling the burgundy silk down her body like unwrapping a Christmas gift I’d waited months for. Then the soaked lace thong. Her heels stayed on; I liked the way they dug into my back when she got desperate.

She was naked except for the gold anklet I’d fastened around her ankle earlier. Her pussy was glistening, puffy, still twitching from the silver balls I’d pulled out with my tongue. I could see the faint red marks where the cord had rubbed her clit raw.

I crawled over her, kissed her deep, letting her taste her pussy juice on my tongue.

"Tell what you need," I murmured against her lips.

She looked up at , eyes glassy, lips swollen. "I want to taste you while you taste ."

My cock throbbed so hard it hurt.

I rolled onto my back, pulling her with until she was straddling my chest. "Co here, princess. Sit on my face."

She hesitated for half a second—still shy sotis, even after everything we’d done—then slid up my body. I grabbed her ass with both hands and guided her down until her dripping pussy hovered right over my mouth.

I stuck out my tongue, flatten it over her pussy and rolled my thick, wet tongue over pussy lips.

The first lick was slow, flat, from her entrance all the way up to her swollen clit. She shuddered violently.

"Fuck, Daddy!" She let out a throaty grunt, her thighs clamping down on either side of my head, pushing her pussy down against my mouth and my tongue pressed impossibly close to her pussy.

I groaned against her folds. She tasted like sin and honey and ... Us.

She leaned forward, small hands wrapping around my cock. The mont her hot, tight little mouth closed around the head I saw stars.

We found our rhythm fast.

I devoured her—sucking her clit hard, tongue-fucking her deep, lapping up every drop of slick that kept pouring out of her. She sucked like she was starving—hollowing her cheeks, taking deeper with every bob of her head, gagging softly when I hit the back of her throat. The wet, filthy sounds filled the room: her slurping, my tongue slurping, her moans vibrating around my cock.

Every ti I sucked hard on her clit she’d whimper and push back against my face, grinding her pussy on my tongue. Every ti she took all the way down her throat I’d groan into her cunt and flick her clit faster.

She started trembling first—thighs shaking around my head, hips jerking erratically.

I slid two fingers inside her, curled them against her G-spot, and sucked her clit in hard, rhythmic pulls.

She broke.

Her orgasm hit like a storm. She cried out around my cock, pussy clenching and fluttering, flooding my mouth with hot, sweet cum. Her whole body shook so hard I had to hold her hips down so she didn’t smother .

I drank every drop. Licked her through it until she was whimpering, oversensitive, trying to pull away.

Only then did I let go.

She kept sucking—desperate, sloppy, tears in her eyes from how deep she was taking . I was right there.

"Swallow it all, baby," I growled against her thigh. "Take every drop."

I ca with a groan that vibrated through her pussy—thick, hot pulses shooting straight down her throat. She swallowed greedily, choking a little, but never stopped sucking until I was empty.

When she finally pulled off, gasping, strings of spit and cum connected her lips to my cock.

I sat up, pulled her into my lap, and kissed her—tasting myself on her tongue. Then I wiped my face with two fingers, scooping up the ss of her cum that coated my chin and lips, and sucked them clean while she watched, eyes wide and dark.

"Delicious," I murmured.

She shivered.

I leaned back against the headboard, cock still half-hard against my thigh.

"Tell how you want to fuck you tonight," I said softly.

She bit her lip, cheeks flushed, eyes shy but hungry.

"I want to ride you," she whispered. "I want to tie your hands... and use you."

My cock twitched back to full hardness instantly.

I held out my wrists.

She grabbed her discarded panties—still soaked—and looped them around my wrists, tying them tight to the headboard. I let her. I could break free in half a second if I wanted, but the trust in her eyes when she saw let her do it... fuck, it destroyed .

She climbed on top, knees on either side of my hips, and slowly—torturously—sank down on my cock.

We both groaned.

She was so wet, so hot, so tight after the balls and the orgasms that it felt like heaven and hell at once.

She didn’t move at first. Just sat there, full of , eyes locked on mine, letting feel every flutter of her walls.

Then she started to ride.

Slow. Teasing. Rolling her hips in filthy little circles, grinding her clit against my pelvis on every downstroke. Her hands braced on my chest, nails digging in.

"You feel so good," she breathed. "So deep... I can feel every inch."

She rose up until just the head was inside her, then slamd back down—hard. I groaned, hips jerking up involuntarily.

She smiled—wicked, beautiful, mine.

"Stay still, Daddy," she whispered. "Let fuck you."

And she did.

She rode like she owned —slow, deep, then fast and brutal, then slow again. Every ti I got close she’d slow down, clench around , torture with tiny little grinds that made my balls ache.

She leaned down, lips brushing my ear.

"I’m your slut tonight," she murmured. "Your dirty little whore who’s going to milk your cock until you can’t think."

She sat up, hands on my chest, and started bouncing—hard, fast, tits bouncing, pussy squelching obscenely around .

I was losing my mind.

She ca twice like that—first with a soft cry, walls fluttering; second with a scream, squirting all over my stomach. Still she didn’t stop.

By the ti she was chasing her third orgasm she was shaking, tears in her eyes, riding like she was possessed.

"Please," she sobbed. "Please co inside . Fill up. I want to feel it."

I strained against the panties binding my wrists, hips snapping up to et her.

"Co for , princess," I growled. "One more ti. Soak my cock."

She did—shattering around , pussy milking in rhythmic pulses.

I followed—groaning her na, flooding her deep, pulse after pulse until it leaked out around my cock and dripped down my balls.

She collapsed on my chest, panting, trembling, still clenching around .

I kissed her hair, her temple, her lips.

"Untie ," I whispered. My voice sounded half commanding and half begging.

And fuck, Reina did that in a daze. She reached for my bounded hands, fingers shaking.

The second my hands were free I wrapped my arms around her, rolled us so I was on top, still buried inside her.

"I’m not done with you yet," I murmured against her mouth.

She smiled—lazy, sated, perfect.

"Good," she whispered. "Neither am I."