Page 90 of Useless Love

I push the tip of my cock into her and felt her tense up.“Shit,” I mutter, loud enough for her to hear, while slowly removing my tip.

She pulls me closer with both hands. “It’s always going to hurt; delaying won’t change that.”

“Deep breaths, baby,” I say, swirling my tip around her opening. She’s so tight I myself worry I’m not going to fit. But I inch deeper.

She cries out.

“You’re doing so good, baby,” I tell her as her fists clench the silk sheets.

“It hurts but it’s also good.” She lifts her hips. “Go deeper.”

I smirk at my little masochist, pushing another inch deeper. She calls out my name, arching her back. I can tell it hurts, but she isn’t tell me to stop, and her pussy is gripped so tight around me that I don’t think I can. “How bad is it? Be honest.”

With a voice that wasn’t fooling anybody, she winces and replies, “It isn’t that bad.”

I lean in and trail kisses down my princess’ neck, then on her mouth. When I feel her relaxed, I push in a bit more. “It won't always feel like this,” I assure her. Lowering my mouth and latching onto my wife’s nipple, I feel the trickles of wetness around my cock. “I will fall asleep sucking this one tonight. You want that?”

She nods, her muscles loosening a tiny bit around my cock, alerting me to slam the rest of my dick in. I pushfully inside her. I nearly collapsed when I finally break through my prize.

She screams out, her fingernails digging into my skin when I break her hymen. To help ease her pain, I rub my thumb in circles over her swollen, needy clit. She flinches a few times, but her body starts to soften, accepting me.

“Baby, I know it still hurts…”

“It’s getting better,” she says. “Please, don’t stop.”

Instinctively, she buries her head into my shoulder as I begin thrusting into her. I keep rubbing her clit and her body responds. She likely won’t orgasm, but this might help her feel better. I’m sure as fuck close to the edge. My princess has such a tight, hot cunt and I’m a damn lucky man for being the only one ever inside it.

I’m delirious, my balls tightening as I’m seconds from bursting. “Baby, you want me to…”

“Yes. Yes.”

I thrust into her hard and deep, releasing everything I have to give, spilling my seed inside her. I kiss her as I moan and shake. This feels too good I never want it to stop.

When I finally come back to my senses, she’s smiling at me, tears in the corners of her eyes. “I’m yours,” she says.

I lift her gently, carrying her to the second bed in the suite since the one we were just on now has bloody sheets. Then I lay her down, covering both of us with the comforter.

As promised, I close my mouth around that nipple, suckling until I started to fall asleep.

Ari caresses the back of my head and, just before I finally drift off to sleep, I hear her whisper, “I love you.”

Somehow, those words no longer scare me.

Gaia

The next morning, I wake up pretty sore but have no plans to let Carmine know that. He is so concerned about my pain and looks so guilty. But there’s nothing for him to feel guilty about—the pain is natural, and I know it only hurts that much the first time. I manage to get out of bed and walk with a noticeable difference into the bathroom to brush my teeth and freshen up.

Not wanting to put any friction down there, I decide to skip the usual Italian lace thongs which I often wear. Putting on a bra seems like a complete waste of time since Carmine—my husband—always wants to fondle me. So, a v-neck fitted silk dress is all I put on. Carmine wasn’t in bed when I woke up, so I walk around the large suite to find him. I finally find him on the balcony, so I sneak behind him. I wrap my arms around his waist and he turns to me with a smile.

Wrapping up his phone call, Carmine orders, “Just take care of the old man already and don’t disturb me.”

As he turns around, I flash him a smile. This causes Carmine to lift me off my feet, and I let out a giggle. I love how he effortlessly lifts me, but I give him a pout.

He laughs and kisses me properly, but only for a few seconds. “Good morning, Mrs Gaudino.”

I can feel my cheeks go hot as I dig my fingers into his hair with a smile. “After last night, I really am now, aren’t I?”

“How much does it hurt?” Carmine asks with obvious guilt.

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