Make Me Moan, Daddy-Chapter 7

DOMENICO’POV

The 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 fucked her. If he had even laid a hand on her. The jealousy in my own voice had been enough to make me almost disgusted with myself. Almost.

But I already knew the answer before she spoke it. My son had not touched her. He had not earned what I had already claimed.

She was still watching me. I could feel her gaze like a warm, invisible hand stroking over me. Every lap I swam, every movement of my shoulders breaking the surface, she was there, drinking it in. That alone made my cock throb beneath the water.

I could have kept swimming, kept pretending this was just exercise. But I was done pretending tonight.

I wanted more.

I wanted her on my tongue this time. I had already known what she felt like, what she smelt like. Now, it was time to know what she taste like.

I wanted it all. Everything.

I swam to the edge where she sat, her bare feet in the water, her nightgown already damp and clinging to her curves. She looked like something I had dreamed into existence, some forbidden goddess that only I could worship.

I came up between her knees, gripping the slick marble at her sides. My hands slid up her thighs until I could feel the heat radiating from between them. Again.

"Lie back," I told her.

Her brows drew together. "What are you—"

"Lie. Back."

My voice left no room for question. She obeyed, easing onto the smooth stone, her hair spilling like dark silk over the tiles. Her gown rode up even higher. I had already torn her panties earlier, the wet scrap of lace discarded by the pool. Now there was nothing between me and her perfect, glistening cunt.

I didn’t waste time. My hands pushed her knees apart, wide enough to expose every soft, wet inch of her. My cock twitched just from looking at her like that.

"You’ve been watching me this whole time," I murmured, my voice low as sin. "Was it my back? My arms? Or were you thinking about these fingers inside you again?"

Her breath caught, her hands twitching at her sides. "I—"

"You were thinking about me eating you, just like you’ve always dreamt about, hmm?" I said, cutting her off.

The truth made her shiver. She didn’t deny it.

"Good girl," I growled, and then I bent down and closed my mouth over her.

The first taste of her made my eyes shut for a moment. Sweet, salty, intoxicating. I licked through her folds slowly, letting my tongue drag from the very bottom of her slit up to her swollen clit. She gasped, her thighs jerking, but I held her open. My mouth refusing to move an inch away from her sweet pussy.

My pussy.

"Fuck," I breathed against her. "You taste even better than you did on my fingers."

"Domenico..." she whispered, voice breaking.

"That’s not what you call me when I’m making you feel like this," I said, my mouth brushing her clit before I sucked it between my lips.

"Daddy," she whimpered, her hands tangling in my wet hair.

"Better, it’s daddy to you." I murmured. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

I sucked harder, my tongue flicking over her clit in rapid strokes. Her hips lifted toward my mouth, desperate and needy. I buried my face deeper, licking, sucking, biting just enough to make her gasp. Every time her thighs trembled, I held them apart, forcing her to take more.

Her taste coated my tongue, slid down my throat. I moaned into her, unable to stop myself, and the sound made her cry out in return.

Fuck! I had never had anything close to this before. If only I had known we would ended up doing this forbidden play, I would have had her bent over a table the very first time she set food in this villa.

"Fuck, Daddy... oh fuck, that feels so..."

I hummed against her, the vibration making her buck. I licked her like a man starved, my tongue plunging into her before moving back to circle her clit again.

One hand gripping her hip to force her to stay still, my other hand cupping her breast, my thumb rubbing furiously over her hard nipple.

"So sweet." I grumbled, sticking my tongue into her warm pussy, fucking her with my tongue and the sounds that I drew from her made my cock throbbed fucking hard it was painful.

I needed to fuck her. I needed to be balls deep inside her warm, tight pussy.

"Daddy... Mmmfuck! Daddy!" She gasped, manicure nails digging into my back, scratching and leaving marks on my broad back.

It was painfully sexy. Having her leave her marks on me. That made me push my tongue deeper into her warm cunt.

Reina hissed out a moan, writhing and pushing her ass up to meet my pace.

Then I heard it.

Footsteps.

Slow, steady, approaching the pool.

Reina froze, her fingers tightening in my hair. "Daddy," she gasped in a harsh whisper. "Someone’s coming. Stop—"

I did not stop.

Her voice grew more urgent. "Please, it could be the maids, or the guards, or—" Her voice hitched. "Or Paolo. My... my husband could see us."

That last name sent a dark, thrilling pulse through me.

If it was him, I wanted him to see.

I wanted my son to stand there and watch as I devoured his wife, her thighs spread out for me, her pussy dripping for me, her moans for me. I wanted to see his face when he realized I was the one making her shake like this.

Shit!

The thought made me suck harder, my mouth working over her like I was trying to pull every drop of her pleasure out of her. I could hear her trying to stifle her moans, biting her lip so hard I could almost taste the metallic tang in the air.

"D-Daddy, please," she begged, her voice barely above a whisper. "They’ll hear..."

"Good," I muttered against her, my tongue swirling over her clit before I sucked it hard. "If they want to hear, let them."

Her back arched, her nails digging into my scalp. A muffled moan slipped past her lips, louder than she meant, and I smiled against her. That sound alone could make me cum.

The footsteps were closer now. Whoever it was would be here in seconds.

And I didn’t give a fuck.

I licked her harder, deeper, my hands holding her thighs wide open so she couldn’t close them. My cock was aching, hard as steel under the water, but I didn’t move to touch it. This was about her. About making her cum while danger was only steps away.

Her thighs shook, her breath coming in frantic gasps. "I... I can’t—"

"Yes, you can," I said against her. "Cum for Daddy. Right now."

Her hips jerked, her body trembling violently. A sharp, strangled moan broke from her throat, and I drank it in, my tongue lapping up every drop as she came.

The footsteps stopped. Whoever it was... they were right there.

I didn’t even look up. I kept sucking, licking, owning every inch of her cunt like it belonged to me.

Because it did.