Lahat ng Kabanata ng Make Me Moan, Daddy : Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

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,

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

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

DOMENICO I pulled out slowly, deliberately, watching my cock slide free—shiny and thick with her cream. She whimpered at the sudden emptiness, hips chasing me instinctively. I flipped her onto her back again with gentle but firm hands. Her eyes were glassy and unfocused, lips swollen and red, cheeks flushed deep red. She looked completely fucked out—and so fucking beautiful it punched the air from my lungs.I pushed her legs up slowly, folding her in half, knees pressed tight to her chest. The position opened her completely to me. Her pussy was red, swollen, glistening with both of her cum and sweat, a slow trickle of my earlier release leaking out onto the couch beneath her. I groaned low at the sight and slid back inside easily, bottoming out in one smooth, deep stroke that made us both shudder.“Fuck,” I hissed through clenched teeth at how soft, hot, and wet she still was—perfect.This time I went slower at first, deeper, grinding my pelvis hard against her clit with every long

DOMENICO I knelt between her spread thighs on the soft rug, hooked my arms under her knees, and pushed them back slowly until she was folded nearly in half again, completely open and exposed. Her pussy glistened bright red and puffy, swollen from everything I’d done to her, leaking thick streams of my cum in slow, filthy rivulets down toward her ass.I dragged the head of my cock through the mess once, coating myself again, then slid back inside in one smooth, deep thrust that buried me to the root. She cried out sharp and broken, hands clutching the rug on either side of her head, knuckles white, back already arching.“Fuck! Domenico!” She gasped, voice raw and filthy. “You’re so deep!”“Deep enough to feel me tomorrow?” I rasped, pulling back slow and slamming in again. “Every time you move, you’ll remember who wrecked this cunt.”She moaned loud, legs trembling in my grip. “Yes… God, yes.”I started fucking her missionary—slow and deliberate at first, leaning down to kiss her dee