Lahat ng Kabanata ng Make Me Moan, Daddy : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 9

REINA I didn’t get into the shower because I needed to be clean. I stepped in because I was throbbing. Aching. So wet between my legs it was almost painful. I needed release—fast, deep, mind-numbing release—and I knew I wasn’t getting it from the man I married. Paolo hadn’t touched me since our wedding night. Not even once. Two years of cold stares, polite kisses on the forehead, and stiff goodnights. So fuck him. The second the hot water hit my skin, I dropped the act. I wasn’t going to waste time pretending to enjoy the steam or the scent of my overpriced vanilla body wash. My fingers were already between my thighs, spreading clit, searching for that one spot that always made me twitch. I leaned my back against the marble wall of the bathroom, head tilted back, mouth already parting on a sigh. My nipples hardened the second I rolled my palm over one breast, tweaking the peak as the other hand worked lower. My thighs tensed and I moaned quietly, slow and low. I didn’t

REINA I froze. For a moment, 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 me and take this big cock in your mouth like a good girl.” My breath hitched. There he stood. Domenico 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 me. 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 me ached to obey him. To drop to my knees like the good girl he demanded. To finally taste the cock I’d dreamed about every night in silence. The same cock I watched shift beneath tailored trousers during family dinn

DOMENICO I couldn’t sleep. I didn’t even try. The moment I stepped into my building and slammed the door shut behind me, I already knew there’d be no peace tonight. I didn’t bother with the lights. Just dropped my coat, loosened my tie, and stalked toward the bar like a man possessed. My hand shook as I poured the scotch. Not because of nerves but because of her. Reina. The image had burned into my brain like a permanent fucking brand. On her knees. Her lips stretched around my cock, her moans humming down my shaft. Her wide, wet eyes locked on mine like I was God. And maybe I was for that moment. Because she worshipped me. And I let her. I came in her mouth. Told her to swallow. Watched her lick it clean like the obedient little whore she turned out to be. And fuck me, I hadn’t stopped thinking about it since. I downed the glass in one shot. I didn’t hate it. I should’ve hated it. She was my son’s wife. The woman I was supposed to see as family, off-limi

DOMENICOThe water was cool against my skin, but it did nothing to calm the fire raging inside me. Stroke after stroke, I cut through the pool, my muscles working in steady rhythm, but my mind was not on the exercise.It was on her.Reina.I could still feel the heat of her cunt on my fingers. The slick glide of her walls clutching at me. The intoxicating scent of her orgasm lingering in my nose.And the taste. God, the taste still haunted me.I clenched my jaw as I surfaced for air, the moonlight gleaming across the water. I knew I should not be this way. She was my son’s wife. Legally his. The vows had been made, the ring placed on her finger. She belonged to him in the eyes of the world.But none of that meant a damn thing to me.I had touched her. I had made her cum with my fingers while she sat there trembling for me. That was real. That was mine.And the thought of Paolo touching her tonight made my chest tighten with a heat I hated admitting to. I had actually asked her if he f

REINA“Why did you call me father,” he asked between strokes, voice rough and wicked. “While your husband spoke to you.”“Because you are,” I whispered, losing the last of my shame. “Because you are my bad choice. Because you make me feel owned.”“Say it,” he said.“You own my pussy,” I breathed, and watched heat flash through his eyes like lightning in dark water.“Again.”“You own my pussy, daddy.”He groaned and closed his mouth over me like he wanted to swallow the words straight out of my body. I bit down on the heel of my hand to keep quiet. He pulled my hips to his face and let my legs clamp around his neck and did not stop even when my heels dug into his back and the water rocked as if a wind had risen. He ate me like a punishment and a reward. He ate me like he would never be full.“I already came,” I said, helpless and desperate. How many more times was he going to make me cum before he lef me go?I knew I shouldn't be complaining because this was exactly what I had always