Make Me Moan, Daddy Chapter 46

REINA

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

He didn’t even wait for to protest before throwing 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 Donico drove into again, slow enough that I felt every thick inch stretch , but deep enough to make my body shudder against the mattress.

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

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

"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 gasp. "Say it, piccola. Admit you need Daddy’s cock inside you all the ti."

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 . Deeper than my son will ever be. He’ll never touch you like this. Never know how fucking sweet you are inside."

Sha and pleasure twisted into one unbearable knot inside . 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, Donico..."

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 , 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 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 rciful, but steady, punishing. He wanted to feel every second of it, to rember exactly who was inside .

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

"No hiding from ." 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? rcy? 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 ti I got close, he pulled back, slowing, holding 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 slamd down on my stomach, pinning flat to the mattress.

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

A sob tore from my throat, hard and shaless, not from pain, but from the desperate ache clawing through . I was drenched, the sheets beneath damp, my body trembling uncontrollably as he kept 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 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 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 sothing dangerous to . Making want to tease him, get him hard and I wondered what he would do.

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

Or will he took my face in his hands, smiling down at while he caress my face and praise 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 sa ti and then slid his hard cock into my pussy, and both father and son would start fucking my slutty cunt at the sa ti?

"Fuck," Donico 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 scread 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 . 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 . Every ti I reached the edge, he slowed, grinding instead of thrusting, making whimper and cry.

"Please," I finally broke, my voice hoarse, raw. Fucking needy. "Please let 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 in half beneath him. The new angle made scream, his cock driving deeper, slamming against a spot inside that sent shockwaves of pleasure through my whole body.

"Donico!" I scread 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 harder now, pounding into with ruthless control. "Take it. Take all of ."

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 , claiming . And still, he refused to let 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."