Make Me Moan, Daddy-Chapter 106

REINA

The car door slammed shut, and the world narrowed to just us. Tinted windows up, engine still ticking as it cooled, the faint smell of leather and his cologne filling the small space. Domenico’s hand was already on my jaw, fingers digging in, tilting my face up so I had to look straight into those dark, furious eyes.

He looked wrecked. Gorgeous. Jealousy made the sharp line of his jaw tighter, made the vein in his neck pulse, made his pupils blow so wide I could barely see the brown anymore. I loved it. Loved how possessive he got, how he couldn’t hide it even though he tried. It made him hotter. Meaner. More mine in this stolen moment.

"You think this is funny?" he growled, thumb pressing hard against my bottom lip, forcing it open. "Making me sit there while you pick out fucking jewelry for him?"

I smiled around his thumb, slow and filthy. "You were so good, though. Helping me. Paying for it." I flicked my tongue against the pad of his thumb. "I’m soaked just thinking about how mad you were."

His nostrils flared. He yanked my face closer until our mouths were an inch apart.

"Open your mouth wider, princess. You promised me a reward."

I didn’t hesitate. I leaned over the center console, bracing one hand on his thigh, the other already reaching for the zipper of his sweats.

He was rock-hard, straining against the fabric like he’d been ready to explode since we left the store. I tugged the waistband down just enough and his cock sprang free—thick, flushed dark at the head, a bead of pre-cum already leaking from the slit.

God, I loved how he looked when he was this worked up. Veins standing out along the shaft, the slight upward curve that always hit me just right. I wrapped my fingers around the base and gave one slow stroke, watching his abs clench under his shirt.

"Fuck," he hissed.

I didn’t answer with words. I just bent down and took him into my mouth.

The first slide was slow—lips stretching wide around the head, tongue flat against the underside as I sank down. He groaned loud enough that it echoed in the tight space of the car. His hand fisted in my hair immediately, not guiding yet, just holding on like he needed something to anchor himself.

I hollowed my cheeks and sucked hard, pulling off with a wet pop before diving back down. Deeper this time. The head bumped the back of my throat and I gagged a little—soft, involuntary—but I didn’t pull off. I breathed through my nose and pushed further until my lips were stretched around the base and my nose was pressed to his pelvis.

"Jesus Christ, amore mio."

I moaned around him, the vibration making his hips jerk up. His grip tightened in my hair and he started to move—small, shallow thrusts at first, testing. I let him. I wanted him to use my mouth. Wanted him to take out every ounce of that jealousy on me.

He yanked my top up suddenly, rough enough that the fabric bunched under my arms. No bra today—just bare skin. My tits spilled free and he growled low in his throat. His free hand came down, palming one breast hard, thumb flicking over the nipple until it pebbled tight.

"These are mine," he muttered, voice gravel. "Not his. Mine."

I hummed agreement around his cock, bobbing faster now. Spit dripped down my chin, slicking my hand as I stroked what I couldn’t fit. The car was too small—my knee kept knocking the gear shift, my elbow hit the door—but he didn’t care. Neither did I. The awkward angle just made it dirtier. Hotter.

He shoved my shorts down next. Not all the way—just far enough to bare my ass and the tops of my thighs. His fingers dug into the flesh there, spreading me open even though he couldn’t see much from this angle. I felt the cool air hit my soaked pussy and whimpered around his length.

"Touch yourself," he ordered. "Let me hear how wet you are for me while you choke on my dick."

I slid my hand between my legs without hesitation. My clit was swollen, slippery.

Two fingers circled it once, twice, then dipped inside—fuck, I was dripping. The wet sound of my fingers fucking in and out filled the car, obscene next to the sloppy suck of my mouth on him.

He watched. Eyes locked on where my hand disappeared between my thighs. His breathing was ragged now, hips snapping up harder. Each thrust hit the back of my throat and made my eyes water. I gagged louder—messy, wet gags that made spit run down his balls. He loved it.

I could tell by the way his cock throbbed against my tongue every time I struggled to take him deeper.

"Good girl," he rasped. "Take it all. Show me you can handle what he never could."

I pulled off just long enough to gasp, "You are the only one who has ever gets this deep."

His hand tightened in my hair until it stung. "Damn right I did that."

I dove back down, sucking harder, faster. My jaw ached, my throat burned, but I didn’t stop. I wanted him to lose it. Wanted him to come undone because of me—because I’d teased him all day, because I’d made him watch me play perfect wife while my pussy ached for him.

His other hand left my tit and grabbed my ass, fingers sliding between my cheeks. He pressed one blunt fingertip against my back hole—not pushing in, just circling, teasing. I moaned loud around his cock and ground down on my own fingers, chasing the edge.

"You’re gonna come like this, aren’t you?" he said, voice dark. "Sucking me off in a parking lot while you finger-fuck yourself. Such a dirty little slut for me."

Yes. God, yes.

I sped up, mouth and hand working in tandem on his cock, fingers curling inside my pussy, thumb mashing my clit. My thighs shook. My moans turned into desperate, muffled cries around him.

He was close. I could feel it—the way his thighs tensed, the way his cock swelled thicker against my tongue, the way his breathing hitched every time I gagged.

"Fuck, Reina! Fuck, I’m gonna come."

I didn’t pull off. I took him as deep as I could and swallowed around him, over and over, milking him with my throat.

He came with a choked groan, hips jerking, flooding my mouth. Hot, thick pulses that I swallowed greedily, not letting a drop escape. His hand in my hair shook as he held me there, riding out the aftershocks while I kept sucking softly, gently, until he was spent.

When he finally let go I pulled off slow, lips swollen, chin slick. I looked up at him through wet lashes.

He stared down at me like I was the only thing in the world that mattered. Like he hated me and loved me in equal measure.

I licked my lips, tasting him still. "Your turn to make me come now."

His eyes darkened again. He reached down, yanked my shorts the rest of the way off, then pulled me up and over the console until I was straddling him in the driver’s seat. My knees hit the sides of the seat, pussy hovering right over his still-hard cock.

He grabbed my hips, lined himself up, and thrust up in one brutal stroke.

I cried out. Sharp, and needy. He was so thick, stretching me open, filling every inch. The soreness from last night flared hot, but it only made it better.

"Fuck me," I gasped, nails digging into his shoulders. "Please, Daddy, fuck my pussy. I need it. I need you."

He didn’t tease. Didn’t go slow. He gripped my ass with both hands and slammed up into me again and again, hard enough that the car rocked on its suspension.

My tits bounced with every thrust, nipples grazing his shirt. I rode him back just as hard, grinding down, chasing that spot inside that made stars burst behind my eyes.

"Say it," he growled against my neck, teeth scraping skin. "Say who this cunt belongs to."

"You," I sobbed. "Only you. Fuck... harder, please."

He gave it to me. Brutal, punishing strokes that made me scream his name. My clit rubbed against his pelvis every time I bottomed out. I was close, so close, teetering right on the edge.

"Beg," he demanded, slowing just enough to make me whine. "Beg for my cock like the greedy little wife you are."

I broke.

"Please! Daddy, fuck me... fill me up. I want your cum inside me. I need it... please, make me come on your cock... please."

He slammed up one last time, deep, grinding against my cervix, and I shattered.

The orgasm hit like a freight train—white-hot, blinding. My pussy clamped down around him, pulsing, milking him as I screamed. He followed right after—growling my name, hips jerking as he emptied inside me, hot and thick, marking me in the one place Paolo never could. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

We stayed like that for long seconds—panting, sweating, tangled together in the too-small front seat.

His forehead dropped to mine.

"Mine," he whispered, voice wrecked.

I kissed him slow, soft, tasting myself on his lips.

"Yours," I breathed back.