All Chapters of Make Me Moan, Daddy : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

REINA The ocean was quieter now. The yacht drifted slowly across dark water, its lights scattering gold reflections that moved like broken pieces of glass. The music had softened into something almost distant, like it belonged to another world entirely. I didn’t even realize I had been staring at Paolo until he spoke. “Reina.” His voice pulled me back gently. I blinked and found him already looking at me. Not like before. Not playful. Not distracted. This time his gaze felt heavier. Like something inside him had shifted. “What is it?” I asked softly. He didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he reached for my hand across the table and held it longer than usual. His thumb stopped moving. That alone made my chest tighten. “Before anything else tonight,” he said, “I need you to listen to me properly.” Something in his tone made me sit straighter. “Okay.” Paolo exhaled slowly, like he was choosing every word carefully. “My mother was the first woman I ever loved.” That cau

REINA The house felt suffocating without him in it. Paolo’s absence pressed down on me like a physical weight. His scent still lingered in the air — that familiar cologne mixed with something uniquely him. His shirt was still draped carelessly over the chair in the bedroom. The silence he left behind was louder than any argument we’d ever had. He was gone. I had called him five times now. Each unanswered ring carved deeper into my chest. “Pick up… please, Paolo,” I whispered on the last attempt, my voice cracking with desperation. “Don’t do this to me. Not tonight.” Voicemail again. I stared at the darkened phone screen until my eyes burned, willing it to light up with his name. It never did. “Okay,” I breathed shakily, placing the phone down on the counter. “Just breathe. You can’t break down right now.” But my body felt wrong. Too tight. Too fragile. Like I was one wrong move away from shattering completely. The pregnancy test sat on the bathroom counter like a ticking b

DOMENICOShe felt like a prize I had finally claimed after months of careful patience.Reina’s body rested warm and trembling in my arms as I carried her across the garden and into my private building. Her arms were looped loosely around my neck, but I could still sense the faint resistance lingering in her muscles — that last fragile thread of guilt and uncertainty. I had spent the entire evening methodically dismantling her defenses, feeding her doubts about Paolo until she had whispered those fateful words: “Just one night.”One night was all I needed.The urge to take her straight to my bedroom burned hot in my veins. I imagined throwing her onto the large bed, stripping her completely, and burying myself inside her for hours. But she was still too raw, too close to pulling away if I moved too aggressively. The living room would be better — intimate enough, comfortable, with the lights casting a soft glow through the windows to make everything feel less clinical and more seductive

REINAMy body was still trembling from the aftershocks, my pussy clenching rhythmically around Domenico’s thick cock as he stayed buried deep inside me. The city lights danced across his sweat-glistened skin, highlighting every hard line of muscle. Even after that brutal, mind-shattering orgasm, I could feel him throbbing inside me—he wasn’t softening. If anything, his cock felt even harder, twitching with fresh hunger. I knew that look in his eyes. He wanted more. He always wanted more.But something was different tonight. My limbs felt heavy, like warm lead. My chest rose and fell in shallow, exhausted pants even though we’d only had one round. In the past, one time with him was never enough—we’d go for hours, chasing each other into exhaustion. Tonight, though? My pussy felt raw, swollen, and overly sensitive. Every tiny shift of his cock sent sparks that bordered on too much. Yet at the same time, I was unbearably horny. My clit throbbed with need, my nipples ached, and a fresh wa

DOMENICOReina rode me with a desperate, almost frantic rhythm that stole my breath. Her hands pressed against my chest, nails digging in as she lifted and sank down onto my cock again and again. Even after everything we’d already done, she was still soaked, her pussy gripping me like it never wanted to let go. I could see the conflict in her eyes—exhaustion mixed with that strange, unrelenting hunger. My hands stayed gentle on her hips, guiding her, cherishing her.“Fuck, Reina,” I groaned, thrusting up to meet her. “You feel incredible. So tight, so wet for me.”She whimpered, her head falling back. “Mmm… deeper… please.”I gave her what she asked for, rolling my hips in slow, powerful strokes while she ground down. The wet slap of our bodies filled the living room, her juices coating my thighs. I watched her breasts bounce with every movement, heavy and flushed, her nipples dark and begging. She was falling apart again, but I held back, savoring every second of her losing control o