Make Me Moan, Daddy-Chapter 20

REINA

The night was quiet... the kind of stillness that seeps into your bones and presses against your heartbeat.

I must have lost consciousness at some point, because one moment I was sitting in the passenger seat of my car while my aunt drove me to her house because I was just too drunk to handle the wheel, and the next, I was in my bed... our bed. My matrimonial room.

But I wasn’t alone.

Warm hands were on me, they were familiar, heavy, possessive. The scent, the breath, the rhythm of it... all of it felt like that of my husband’s.

My body reacted before my mind could catch up. I melted into the moment, chasing a feeling I hadn’t known in what felt like forever.

Paolo hovered above me, and suddenly I was back on our wedding night... back to the only time my husband had ever truly been intimate with me. But this... this was different.

Back then, he had been careful and distant, touching me with a kind of restraint that left me aching for more. Now, there was nothing restrained about him. His warmth pressed fully against mine, his breath came heavy and rough, his lips moving with a hunger that sent tremors down my spine.

Unlike that night, when Paolo was fully clothed, with just his fingers buried deep in my cunt, this time he was completely naked. It wasn’t just me who was sprawled naked. We were both down to nothing and I could feel his cock resting heavily against my stomach, fully erect, and his mouth wrapped around my nipple, sucking the living hell out of it.

For the first time in so long, I felt something real between us. Something that made me tremble and sigh against him. For the first time in forever, I was happy... with him, with us, with this marriage that I had almost given up on.

I felt wild and alive... freed, adored, and consumed all at once.

"Paolo," I moaned when I felt his other hand slide across my chest, fondling my other breast, pinching my hard nipple. His touch firm yet unbearably tender. A soft sound escaped my lips—half whimper, half sigh—as if the air itself trembled with me.

"Is this real? Are you real?" I gasped, arching my back as my grip loosened on the sheets. The urge to touch him was overwhelming; I gave in without thinking, threading my fingers through his hair.

It was soft—silky, familiar, heartbreakingly real. He was here. Paolo was real.

"Thank you," I whispered, tears spilling down my cheeks as I pressed closer, wanting to be connected to him in every way I could. I wanted this moment to last forever, to never wake from it.

He made a low sound in his throat—rough, primal—and pulled back just enough to look at me. His eyes met mine, green and gleaming, and for a heartbeat the world stopped moving.

Then came the faintest curve of his mouth—a sly, knowing smirk—and before I could breathe, his lips claimed mine. The kiss was hungry, desperate, the kind that made it impossible to think. I clung to him, pulling him closer, my legs wrapping instinctively around his waist, needing him near, needing to feel him in every possible way I could.

The heat between us deepened. His breath mingled with mine, quick, uneven, full of something that felt like both love and madness.

My pussy was throbbing with need, and I could feel my inside getting a little too hotter with the need for my husband to quench the fire I was feeling inside.

I bit down on his lower lip, causing Paolo to grunt into my mouth and I swallowed them down greedily. I pulled back, panting heavily, pressing my forehead against his, breathing him in.

"Please," I whispered against his mouth, trembling. "Please don’t stop. Please, just... fuck me, please. I need you inside me."

I didn’t care how desperate I sounded. For the first time in years, I felt wanted. I felt his love like a fever beneath my skin, and I couldn’t let it go.

Paolo didn’t say a word, which I found strange. Thinking back now, he hadn’t said a single word since this began. He only made sounds—low, guttural, animalistic, carnivorous sound. He spoke through his body movements, through the way his eyes burned into mine, through the weight of his body pressing me down.

But I didn’t let it bother me. As long as he gave me what I wanted, that was all that mattered.

God, I’d been waiting for this day for so long that I’d almost stopped believing it would ever come. I thought Paolo would never touch me again. Yet here he was, touching me—finally. Lying on top of me with nothing between us, not a single layer of clothing to separate our skin.

"Hmmph!"

He growled suddenly, the sound rumbling from deep in his chest and vibrating through the space around us. It was raw, carnal, predatory—and it sent a sharp pulse of heat straight through my cunt.

My body responded before I could think, every nerve alive and reaching for him.

Without a word, Paolo lowered his mouth to my neck. His lips brushed the sensitive skin, warm and wet, before sealing over it in a slow, possessive kiss. Then he sucked, hard, drawing the air from my lungs as a shiver rolled through me.

"Yes, fucking fuck! Paolo, hmmph." I moaned, running my fingers on his broad, sweaty back.

I clutched at him, fingers digging into his shoulders, unable to stop the sounds spilling from my lips.

"Aargh! Fuck, fucking shit," I breathed, my voice breaking into a moan that trembled against his ear.

Paolo didn’t stop. His mouth moved down the side of my throat, tracing a path that set my skin on fire. When he bit, I arched against him, feeling his teeth sink lightly into my flesh, and the sensation made my body quake with desperate pleasure.

"Fuck me, Paolo. Fucking.... aargh! Keep going, it’s all yours." I gasped again, his name falling from my lips like a prayer I didn’t know I was saying.

My fingers slid down his back, gliding across the heat of his skin, slick with sweat. He was so close, so solid, and the faint sound of his breathing—rough, uneven—filled the air between us.

Then he began to move lower, his lips trailing down the center of my chest, down to my stomach. Each kiss left a tingling mark in its wake. He paused at my hips, pressing a single, gentle kiss that made my breath hitch.

And then he stopped—just for a heartbeat—before I felt it: his breath, warm against my most sensitive place ever. On my cunt. And then I felt it, his tongue buried deep in my pussy.

"Please don’t stop!"

The sound that tore out of me wasn’t even human. My body jolted, my hands gripping the headboard, my whole frame trembling with the sheer intensity of it.

"I’m all yours," I cried out, the words escaping in fragments as my back arched off the bed.

Paolo held me steady, his movements slow, deliberate, consuming. Every motion drew another gasp from me, another sound I couldn’t control. I didn’t know where my body ended and his began; all I knew was the rhythm of his breath, the fire burning beneath my skin, and the way the air seemed to hum between us.

The world outside disappeared. There was nothing but this moment, this silence filled with sound—the kind that echoed through every inch of me until I couldn’t tell if I was breathing, sobbing, or moaning his name anymore.

Paolo began to move with a hunger that stole the air from my lungs. He was relentless—his tongue working me open, spreading me apart with those strong, determined hands until I thought I might break from the pressure. Every flick, every drag of his tongue sent waves of heat spiraling through my body.

He wasn’t just touching me; he was devouring me. It was as if he wanted to taste every inch of me, to claim every part that had ever been missing out on.

My back arched off the bed, my hips trembling as I felt myself stretching under his touch, pleasure twisting into something dangerously close to pain.

He was getting me ready—slowly, torturously—and I could feel it in the way he moved. My whole body was on fire, desperate for more, desperate for him. I could feel his hardness pressing against my thigh, hot and dangerously good, that it made my pulse stutter.

He didn’t have to hold himself back anymore. I wanted to ease his ache, to take that need into myself and make him feel what I was feeling. He was my husband, and all I wanted was to make him lose control.

"Ahh... it feels so good..." I gasped when I felt his teeth sink into my clit. The sudden bite sent a shock straight through my body—sharp, burning, deliciously unbearable.

His growl vibrated against my skin, a sound so raw and commanding it made my thighs tremble around him. It was as if he was telling me to take it, to endure whatever he gave me without question.

I could hear myself choking on a sob, my fingers gripping his hair in both hands, torn between pulling him closer and pushing him away. My heart pounded so fast it hurt, and the pain in my chest tangled with the pleasure rising from below.

He was punishing me for something—I didn’t know what—but deep down, a part of me believed I deserved it.

Tears welled in my eyes as I nodded weakly, my body shaking, silently accepting whatever this was. Slowly, I let go of his head, my hands falling limp beside me, surrendering to him completely.

Paolo didn’t stop. He continued to suck on my clit, slow and deliberate, each movement rougher than the last, his tongue drawing dizzying circles that made me forget where I was.

When I finally began to relax, letting the pleasure take me, he bit me again—harder this time, without warning.

"I can’t... I can’t take it anymore... it’s too much."

I cried out, my voice breaking. Tears slipped down my temples and into my hair. The pain was sharp, cruel, but the way my body reacted to it—the way it craved it—made me tremble even more.

I couldn’t understand it. The sting, the burn, the way his mouth moved against my pussy, it was unbearable, but it was good. Too good. It twisted inside me, turning pain into need until I was gasping, sobbing, and begging for more without even realizing it.

"Oh my... Aargh!" I screamed so hard when I suddenly felt suddenly hard pressing against my pussy.

He... He was going to fuck me! Paolo was about to put his cock in me... "Reina!" Someone grunted my name.

Then something shifted. The weight changed, the tone of his voice deepened—rougher, darker. A low groan brushed my ear, and the sound sent a shock through me. It wasn’t my husband’s voice anymore.

I tried to open my eyes, but the dream pulled me deeper. Fingers that didn’t belong to him gripped my jaw, tilting my head back, making me look, and there he was.

Domenico.

His gaze burned like fire, hungry and unrelenting, and I couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe.

My pulse hammered. Shame and desire tangled inside me until I didn’t know which one I was feeling more.

Then... The shrill sound of my phone shattered the moment.

I jolted upright, heart racing, the darkness of this room spinning around me. For a second, I didn’t know what was real. My hand fumbled for the phone, and when I pressed it to my ear, a familiar, ragged voice filled the silence.

"Reina..." he whispered. My name, rough, hoarse, almost a moan. "Fuck, baby..."

Domenico.

He was panting, almost gasping as if he had been... Had he been masturbating?

Before the thought could fully form, I heard it, a low, broken groan on the other end of the line.

And then... my name again.

Only this time, it sounded like he was coming.