Lahat ng Kabanata ng Make Me Moan, Daddy : Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

REINA Domenico knew exactly what I was doing. He could feel the way I throbbed for him, the desperate pulse between my legs. So he didn’t stop me... didn’t even ask what I was trying to do. We both wanted this. God, we both needed this.My whole body trembled uncontrollably, a shuddering, needy mess as I wrapped one hand around his rigid cock, gripping him like I couldn’t let go without losing myself. I pressed my hips forward, hard, craving every inch of him, while my other hand slid between us, dragging my soaked panties aside.God, the instant my fingers touched myself, it was like diving into molten heat. The lace clung to me, drenched, slick, impossibly wet with my arousal... as if my need had condensed into a trembling, dripping thread. My fingers clenched it, sliding along it, sending sharp, delicious sparks of shame and craving shooting straight through me. Every nerve screamed for more, every heartbeat pounding, and still I couldn’t stop. I needed him. Needed this. I nee

DOMENICO It was already dark by the time we pulled over in my driveway. I killed the engine with a flick of my wrist, the low purr dying into the silence of the night. The villa’s floodlights carved sharp light across the courtyard, but inside the car it was just us heat, sweat, and the slick mess we’d made of each other.Reina’s thighs trembled around my hips, her pussy still clenching around my cock like it never wanted to let go. I was still buried to the hilt, pulsing, half-hard and already thickening again. The drive had been a fever dream of speed and sin, with the adrenaline that came with fucking while paying less attention on the road.Honestly, I wanted more of it... but I wasn't sure what exactly I wanted. Was it more of the near-death sex, or more of me fucking my sweet little slut?Which ever one it was, now we were home and only one was certain.To fuck Reina senseless.I shoved the door open with my shoulder, the night air rushing in, cool against the furnace of our

REINA I clung to Domenico’s neck as he carried me through the hidden panel, my legs wrapped tight around his waist, my soaked pussy sliding along the rigid length of his cock with every step. My heart hammered so hard I felt it in my throat, a frantic drumbeat of fear and want. I’d never seen this side of him, never imagined the man who’d fucked me raw in a speeding car kept a dungeon beneath his villa. But I trusted him. God help me, I trusted him with every trembling inch of my body.The stairs spiraled downward in a tight coil, each step lit by these feeble red wall-lights that turned his face into something straight out of hell. Cheekbones sharp as knives, eyes swallowed in black pits.His arms didn’t falter, muscles flexing under my thighs, cock pulsing against my slick folds with want.When we reached the bottom, he set me back down on my feet, steadying me when my knees buckled. I swayed, clutching his shoulders, and finally looked around.Holy fuck.The walls were pitch bla

DOMENICOI watched Reina’s chest rise and fall, her whole body soft and worn out from what we’d done downstairs.The sheet had slid down to her hips, showing the red welts, wax spots, and bite marks I’d left on her.My cock was still hard and slick from everything downstairs, pressing against her ass with every pulse. I brought her up here so she could rest.That was the lie I told myself. The truth was I had planned for her to fall asleep so I could finally execute my most darkest fantasy ever.I had always wanted to take Reina when she was fast, deep asleep.I’d been jerking off to this idea for months. My son’s wife passed out on my bed, completely unaware, and me finally getting to fuck her while she slept.The wrongness of it—screwing my own daughter-in-law while she was unconscious—turned me on so much that I’d shoot huge loads in the shower countless of times just thinking about using her body like a sex toy.It was fucked up. I knew it. But I couldn’t stop myself.Reina sighed

REINA The moment the words left his mouth, they hit me like a punch to the stomach.“I’d love for you to divorce my son.”For a second I couldn’t breathe. Not from shock but from something more uglier.I felt cheap. I felt dirty.I felt like the exact thing people called women like me behind closed doors.A whore.A homewrecker.A... nothing.My mouth went dry. My chest tightened so hard I thought I was going to choke on air. The shame came fast, burning its way up my throat.I stared at him, unable to even blink. My voice didn’t work. My tongue felt thick. My heart felt like it might drop out of my body and hit the floor.And suddenly tears were sliding down my cheeks before I even realized I was crying.“Reina...” Domenico’s voice cracked. I had never heard it like that. He looked shocked, confused, like he had absolutely no idea why I was crying.I didn’t care.“Why?” I managed to get out, but the word came out small and broken just like the rest of me. “Why would you say that to