Make Me Moan, Daddy-Chapter 51

REINA

"Ahhh... fuck!"

That was all the warning I got before Domenico’s release hit me, hot and deep, flooding my insides until I thought I’d burst. My body trembled as he spilled every last drop inside me, the sound of our ragged breaths filling the room like static.

When he finally let go of my waist and collapsed beside me on the bed, his chest heaving, I exhaled shakily, relief and exhaustion tangling in my lungs.

It was over. For now. I could finally breathe again.

My legs wobbled as I pushed myself off the bed, every step a reminder of what he’d just done to my body. He had used my body like I was nothing but his sex slave, and my pussy was his cum dumpster.

Not like I was complaining, because fuck, I enjoyed every bit of it. Just that, it got to a point where my body couldn’t take him no more, but the more I cried for him to stop, the more my tears seemed to turn him on even more.

Again, I wasn’t complaining.

Domenico’s cum slid thickly down my inner thighs, sticky and warm, tracing a shameless path as I stumbled toward the bathroom. I didn’t even glance back at him—not once—as I disappeared inside and slammed the door behind me.

The second I got to the middle of the room, I collapsed to my knees beneath the shower, twisting the knob until icy water poured down my back in punishing streams.

The cold bit into my skin, shocking me back to myself as I trembled, gasping for air. My palms flattened against the tiles, the scent of him still clinging to me no matter how much the water rained down on me.

"Ahhh," I gasped, my chest heaving as I pressed my back against the cold tiled wall, shutting my eyes and I tried to relax my aching body.

My whole body was aching all over, it was as if I got ran over by a truck. But really, Domenico Gravano was no any better from a damn truck.

"Even my pussy wouldn’t stop pulsing." I hissed, moving my hand to caress my abused pussy.

Fuck! Just running my fingers over my opening, it felt so burning hot that if I wasn’t aware of what I had been using my pussy for since last night, I would have argued that I had mistakenly placed my pussy on a oven.

"Jesus Christ! It’s so... So warm." I grumbled, rubbing my fingers over my folds to ease the aching I was feeling both inside my pussy and on my opening.

That damn bastard really planned to destroy my cunt. Just one time, one fucking night I had gave myself to him and he wanted to destroy my pussy?

"Would he have liked it if other men had ruined my pussy before he got a turn?" I hissed, my eyes still shut tight.

"Who would have dared to do that?" Domenico’s voice came up, it was dangerously close to my face and when I forced my eyes open, he was hovering over me with a sly smirk plastered on his stupid handsome face.

"Leave me alone, I’m not talking to you." I rolled my eyes, pursing my lips as I continued with what I was doing with my hand on my pussy.

Domenico grunted out, his hand came to my head, he pushed a few straps away from my face. I let out a deep grunt when the water stopped caressing my skin because Domenico was practically over me, blocking the water with his body.

"Does it hurt a lot? Want me to make it feel better?" He said, his fingers digging into my hair, massaging my scalp.

I let out a soft moan as I relaxed into the therapy he was giving my hair. "Don’t bother, you’re only going to fuck me again."

"Oh, princess." Domenico hissed, his grip on my hair tightening like a vice.

"If you keep moaning like that, and start teasing me with your words, you’re really going to wake this little monster again and I’ll be forced to fuck you against this very wall." He threatened, and if only I wasn’t already aching all over, I would have loved to take him on because I loved a challenge.

Instead, I shook my head, slipping two fingers inside my pussy, trying to take out the rest of his cum from my cunt.

The sound of my pussy slurping, and my fingers stroking my wet cunt made me let out a sharp cry that echoed through the bathroom.

"Ahh, oh my fucking... Ahh! God!" I whimpered, getting all turned on and bothered as I kept pushing myself on my fingers.

A deep, throathy grunt rumbled through Domenico’s throat and when I opened my eyes to stare up at him, the first sight that welcome me was his erection, shoving right against my face.

I gasped, brows pinching together in total shock.

"How is it even easy for you to get your cock up this fast after cuming so much like that?" I asked, paint me curious because I was really amazed at how fast he was to get hard agains.

Just the sight of me trying to get his seed out of my pussy and he was already rocking hard, ready to fuck me senseless again.

"Do you think you can still take me again, hmm?" Domenico smirked, veins popping on his temples as he stroked his cock once, twice, staring down at me with eyes dazed with lust.

I shook my head, slowly taking my fingers out of my pussy. "I can’t..."

"How can you be so wicked, huh?" Domenico cut in, didn’t even let me finish before he started to guilt trip me. "Daddy is this hard, and you’re going to continue watching, letting me suffer?"

I let out a shaky laugh, shaking my head. "You’re really going to kill me with your cock at this rate."

"Just one time, hmm?" He winked and I palmed my face, just staring at his face and I was so ready to do whatever he wanted.

"I can only offer my mouth." I said, letting my hand slipped down my face.

"I think that should do." Domenico grinned, stepping closer and nudging the tip of his cock against my lips.

He moved his hand to my lips, pressing his thumb against the corner of my lips and forced my mouth open before pressing his cockhead against my parted lips.

"Come on, start sucking, love." He ordered, and there was something about the tone he was using that it gave no room for me to defy his order.

As I stared up at him, I opened my mouth and sucked as much as I could, just his head... anything more, and he’d tear me apart for sure.

My eyes watered slightly, yet I stroked up and down his cock with two hands, hoping that I could make him feel good, and maybe get him to cum.

Because I liked making him feel good. I knew what it felt like to feel like shit, to feel abandoned and I would be damned to make him feel like I didn’t care about his needs.

He rested his forehead against the tiled wall and placed one hand on the back of my head, curling his fingers into my hair.

"You do that so fucking well," he said to me. With his free hand, he grasped my jaw, forcing my mouth to open wider and suck him deeper.

"Hmmph." I moaned, didn’t even have to touch my pussy before I started cumming all over the bathroom floor. The same time Domenico’s orgasm drew closer and he nutted into my mouth.

"Swallow every drop." He growled, hips jerking as he continued cuming down my throat as I swallowed around his cock still buried deep in my mouth, cockhead pressing against the roof of my mouth.

I was left a shuddering mess from the aftershock, while he stood, his body towering over me.

I looked up through half-lidded eyes, still jerking from the little shocks.

"What have you done to me, princess?" Domenico grumbled, fingers pushing my hair back as he moved my face to keep my eyes on him.

"You’re going to fucking wreck me." He sighed and I let out a soft smile.

"Well, you’ve already wrecked me, daddy."