Make Me Moan, Daddy Chapter 3

REINA’POV

I froze.

For a mont, I thought I’d imagined it. That my dirty, perverted mind had warped his words and made them filthier than they were. But no. His voice, rough and low, cut through the heat in the room again.

"Crawl the fuck to and take this big cock in your mouth like a good girl."

My breath hitched.

There he stood. Donico Gravano. Towering. Commanding. And in his hand was the thick, veiny cock I’d only ever seen in my fantasies, now real and stiff and dripping right in front of .

His fingers wrapped around it, fisting the length slowly like he was already imagining how my mouth would feel around it. My heart thumped so hard I could feel it between my legs.

I couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t move.

But God, I wanted to. Every part of ached to obey him. To drop to my knees like the good girl he demanded. To finally taste the cock I’d dread about every night in silence.

The sa cock I watched shift beneath tailored trousers during family dinners. The sa one I imagined fucking in every room of this goddamn villa.

"Now," he barked. "Or I’ll bend you over and fuck your throat raw."

That did it.

I sank to my knees.

The marble floor was cold beneath , but my body was on fire. I crawled naked, trembling, wet as sin. Each movent forward made my hard nipples drag across the floor, leaving whimpering from the friction. His eyes dark and feral never left .

When I finally reached him, I paused, tilting my head up like a starving girl begging for permission.

His hand slid into my hair, fingers curling tight. "Open."

I did.

And then... I tasted him.

The mont his cock slid into my mouth, my world narrowed. Nothing else existed but him. Daddy’s scent, his skin, the way his precum coated my tongue like the first sip of a forbidden drug. He was hot and heavy and thick, and I had to stretch my lips wide to take him.

"Good girl," he groaned, hips flexing forward. "Fuck, that’s it."

My pussy clenched at those words.

I sucked harder, letting my tongue swirl around the head like I’d seen in porn, drool slipping from the corners of my mouth as I tried to please him, tried to prove I was worth it. I’d never done this before. But nothing had ever felt so right. His moans, low and masculine, made my clit throb.

He liked it. He fucking loved it.

Daddy liked what I was doing with my mouth.

Fuck! That made even more hornier for him. For daddy.

"You’ve thought about this, haven’t you?" he said through gritted teeth, his grip tightening in my hair as I bobbed my head. Sucking daddy even more harder. "Dreamt about sucking Daddy’s cock?"

"Mmmph!"

I whimpered around him, my eyes fluttering up to et his.

"Thought so," he growled, pulling out just long enough to slap the head of his cock on my tongue. "Nasty little girl. So sweet... and so fucking filthy."

He pushed back in, deeper this ti. I choked a little, but he didn’t stop. And I never want daddy to stop either.

His hand was on the back of my head now, guiding , forcing to take more. My jaw ached, my throat burned, but I didn’t care. I moaned, loving the stretch, the invasion, the sheer wrongness of it all.

And he moaned back.

"Christ, your mouth," he hissed, dragging his cock out slowly and watching the strand of spit connect us. "You were made for this."

Fuck!

Daddy was praising , making my pussy drip even more.

He bent slightly, his hand sliding down my back, then lower, palming my ass before caressing up to my breasts. He squeezed one breast in his hand, then both, tweaking my nipples between thick fingers while I sucked him. His other hand cradled my jaw, then stroked my cheek with an oddly tender touch as he fucked my mouth.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" I moaned around him, my throat tightening around his cock as I moaned for daddy.

I was soaked. My thighs were sticky, my whole body a bundle of nerves about to snap. I wanted him to touch there. To fuck . To ruin completely.

But I didn’t stop. I kept sucking. Kept moaning. Kept letting him use my mouth like it belonged to him.

He twitched. His breath hitched.

And then he ca.

A thick, hot burst flooded my mouth. I gasped, but his hand held firm.

"Swallow it," he ordered, panting. "All of it."

I did. Every single drop. Didn’t want to waste daddy’s gift for or daddy might get mad.

My body trembled as I obeyed, the salty taste lingering on my tongue like sothing so sinful yet so beautiful. And when he pulled away, his cock still slick and twitching, he smacked it gently against my lips.

"Lick it clean."

I didn’t hesitate. I licked him slowly, lovingly, like I never wanted the mont to end. Like I could morize him with my tongue. He let . He stood there, chest rising and falling, watching as if he was seeing for the first ti, not just as his son’s wife, but sothing else entirely.

Sothing he wanted.

When I was done, I sat back on my heels, waiting. Expecting him to say sothing. To touch again. To maybe... praise .

But instead, he tucked himself back into his pants, zipped up, and stepped away like nothing had happened.

He didn’t speak.

Didn’t look at .

Didn’t even fucking blink.

Just turned on his heel and walked out of the room like I was no one.

I stayed there. Naked. On the floor. My knees bruised, my mouth swollen, my pussy aching. His cum still warm in my belly.

I didn’t know whether to cry or co again.

Because that mont my first ti was the most intense, erotic, soul-shattering experience of my life.

And he left like trash.

Like I was nothing but a dirty little whore he never wanted to waste a single minute with again.