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081. Nothing but a fuck toy
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Make Me Moan, Daddy 096. I want you inside me
REINA His hand tormented the other breast, pinching and soothing in perfect rhythm. My back bowed off the couch, thighs tightening around his hips as wetness slicked my folds.He released my nipple with a wet pop and looked up at me, eyes almost black with desire. “You’re so fucking beautiful like this,” he murmured, voice reverent. “Flushed. Shaking. All mine.”The words hit me harder than his touch. Mine. I should have argued. Should have reminded him this was temporary, dangerous, impossible. Instead I pulled him back up and kissed him again, pouring everything I couldn’t say into it—fear, want, surrender.His hand slid down my stomach, slow and teasing, fingers tracing patterns that made me tremble. When he finally cupped my pussy, I was drenched. He groaned deep in his chest, sliding two fingers through my slick folds, spreading the wetness, circling my swollen clit with maddening lightness.“Look at you,” he whispered, awe in his tone. “Soaked for me. So ready, aren't you?”I t
Make Me Moan, Daddy 095. Hot with need
REINAThe impact wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t planned. It wasn’t slow.One second I was laughing, breathless, half-annoyed and half-too-aware of him looming over me, and the next—his weight shifted, the sofa dipped, and his mouth crashed into mine.Hard.Everything went quiet.Not the room. Not the world. Just me.My body froze like it didn’t know what to do with the sudden pressure of his lips, warm and firm and very real. His breath hitched against my mouth, sharp and surprised, like he hadn’t meant for it to happen either.We didn’t move. Didn’t pull away. Didn’t deepen it.We just… stayed there.His hands were braced on either side of me, caging me in without actually touching anything else. My palms were flattened against his chest, fingers curled into his shirt like I needed something solid to hold on to.This wasn’t a kiss. It was just a collision. And it felt dangerous.I could feel his heartbeat through his chest, fast and heavy, like mine. His lips were still pressed to mine, no
Make Me Moan, Daddy 094. Nothing but him.
REINAI should have told him no.Not the soft version. Not the lazy, half-hearted excuse that barely counted as resistance. I should have said it clearly, firmly, with my spine straight and my hands at my sides instead of doing this ridiculous thing where I shook my head while still standing close enough to feel his heat.But Domenico had looked at me like that again.Like he wasn’t rushing me. Like he had all the time in the world and I was the one who would crack first.“I don’t need a massage,” I said, crossing my arms even as my body leaned toward him. “I’m fine.”“You’re stiff,” he replied easily. “And you haven’t been sitting still for more than ten seconds since dinner.”“That’s not true.”He smiled. “You just adjusted your weight.”I hated him.I hated that he noticed things. That he paid attention in a way that felt invasive and comforting at the same time. That he made everything sound reasonable, like this wasn’t dangerous territory, like it wasn’t another step closer to lo
Make Me Moan, Daddy 093. Am I in love with him?
REINAI stayed seated, pretending I was calm, pretending my pulse wasn’t still doing strange things just because he’d looked at me like that.The silence stretched, but it wasn’t awkward. It was thick. Full. Like the kitchen itself was holding its breath.Domenico turned back to the stove like nothing had happened, like I hadn’t just called him daddy in my apartment and felt my entire body react to it and he hadn't just winked at me. He stirred the pan slowly, deliberately, wrist rolling with practiced ease, like he knew exactly what he was doing to me and was enjoying every second of it.“You stare a lot,” he said casually.“I’m not staring.”He glanced at me. One brow lifted. “You are.”“I’m observing,” I corrected. “There’s a difference.”“Mm,” he murmured. “That’s what predators say.”I scoffed. “You’re the predator here.”He smiled, pleased. “Good. You’re learning.”I shifted in my chair, crossing my legs, then uncrossing them a second later. Sitting still around him felt impossi
Make Me Moan, Daddy 092. Daddy, please.
REINAThe moment Domenico crossed the threshold with me slung over his shoulder, the world snapped back into place with brutal clarity.The door shut behind us, solid and final, the sound echoing through the house like punctuation. A period. An end to any illusion that I could still pretend this was nothing.His hand was firm on the back of my thigh, fingers locked like he expected me to bolt. His steps were steady, unhurried, like he’d done this before. Like carrying me through a house was a routine he never wanted to derived from.I sucked in a sharp breath, my palms flattening instinctively against his back.He was warm. Solid. Real.Too real."Put me down, now." I muttered, swallowing down thickly.But he didn't listen. If course, he never listened.“I said put me down,” I said, sharper than I felt.His hand tightened around my thigh, not painfully, just enough to remind me I wasn’t going anywhere.“Mm,” he hummed. “You did.”The nerve of him.“I’m serious, Domenico.” I grumbled,
Make Me Moan, Daddy 091. Allow me, baby.
DOMENICO By the time we pulled into her driveway, I could feel the tension in my chest tightening, coiling like a spring ready to snap. Knowing this was the part where she would be telling me to leave.But I didn't want to leave her. Ever!Four days without her had been hell. Cold beds, empty rooms, quiet walls—they’d reminded me constantly that she wasn’t here. And now, just seeing her, even across the car, made the ache worse.Reina reached for her bag as if to leave immediately, her fingers brushing the leather strap with a little too much force. I caught her movement with a smile.“You’re walking too fast for your heels, princess.” I said lightly, glancing at her shoes. “I can carry you if you want.”Her eyes shot to mine, narrowing. “I don’t need to be carried. Especially not by you.”“Of course not,” I said, mock bowing toward her. “But you look like someone who deserves a little VIP treatment.”She huffed, looking away, but I caught the twitch at the corner of her mouth. She w
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