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I nod, whimpering as he strokes a thumb over my nipple.

“You’re going to give me so many wet dreams, princess.” Slowly, he flicks his tongue out to “taste” my nipple and areola. He releases a low moan and then sucks as much of my breast as he can into his mouth.

I pant quietly as he suckles, slow and sensually, like he’s trying to feed. Out of nowhere, another surge of wetness soaks through my panties—at least I remembered to wear those.

His hand glides up my trembling thigh, stopping when he reaches my wet panties. He runs a single finger up my crease and I flinch. Then he growls, “You fucking like this, princess. Don’t deny it.”

I shake my head, trying to deny it because I’m struggling to understand the way I’m acting—it feels like I’m moments from begging him to fuck me. Is this how sex always is? From what Arianna has told me of her experiences with men, they’re always rough and they only care about getting off. She has told me they play with her tits, ask to fuck her—not really caring about her pleasure—but she tells them no because she wants to remain a virgin. But she gives them blow jobs. At least, that’s what she tells me. She does lie sometimes, so I don’t really know.

“Men only want to use your body,” she has told me.

That’s why this situation with Carmine is making me so confused. He doesn’t seem to be in a rush just to come.

He glides his finger over my wet panties again. “Shake your head all you want. You know you got wet because you enjoy having me feed on these tits. Trust me, when we’re married, I’ll feed on them every day, three times a day. I’ll sleep with one in my mouth; that’s a fucking promise.”

My cheeks heat up in embarrassment, but I feel too wanton to hide it. I feel like hiding my face under a pillow. Who is this tempting vixen I’ve turned into?

But for a moment, I’m able to think clearly, and I say, “Then set a wedding date. If you marry me tomorrow, you can have all of me.”

He only chuckles and grabs at his bulge. “That eager to have my seed in you?”

I look away, not willing to admit that I would really like that. I need to focus on getting to the wedding as soon as possible. I shouldn’t be fooling around with my sister’s future husband like this.

But I want him.

Carmine senses the slight shift in my emotions, so he lifts my chin and gives me a gentle kiss. “Will you focus on feeling good for me? I know you’re still getting used to the idea of becoming a mother, so I’m not pressuring you.”

If only he knew that’s not what I’m feeling sad about. But I just nod, giving him a soft smile.

“Or maybe you just want me to give your other tit some attention. My apologies. Why don’t you show it to me so I can correct my mistake.”

I’m too far gone to resist, so; I follow his order and reach into my dress. I scoop my other breast out and lift it to his smiling mouth. Carmine opens wide and sucks hard while I’m trying hard to contain my moans. His name slips from my mouth in a breathless whisper.

“I can’t wait to hear you screaming my name someday soon,” he rumbles.

Gathering my courage, I finally say, “We shouldn’t be doing this.” But honestly, I never want this moment to end.

Suddenly, Carmine raises himself and pulls my hips forward on the couch. Then, slowly, he begins rubbing his bulge against my wet panties. He dry humps me, making my breasts shake as they hang free over the top of my dress.

I bite back a moan. Just one word from me, and security would run in. Just one. That’s all it would take for Carmine to get hurt, but I would never want that. I don’t want him hurt.

“Fuck, I just need…” He frees himself from his pants and I gape at his massive cock. If we did have sex, he would tear me open. How would I possibly take him all in?

I must look concerned because he whispers, “Relax. I’m not going to fuck you just yet. I don’t think you’re ready. But, fuck, I just need to feel you a little.”

Lifting my hips, he runs the head of his twitching cock over my wet panties. Then he leans his head back and moans in a whisper, trying not to alert any guards.

I have the urge to reach out and stroke him, but I resist. I shouldn’t even be letting him touch me this much. If I make him come, what does that make me?

Finally, he stuffs his cock back in his pants. He gives me an intense look. Is he gonna kiss me?

“You’ve got three seconds to say something. Tell me to stop. After that, I’m going to eat what I really wanted for breakfast.”

I swallow. One. Two.

CHAPTER 10 — JUST ONCE

Carmine

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