Page 29 of Useless Love

My breath comes out shaky and I fumble for words. I only manage a few disbelieving sounds that aren’t words. Never in my life has someone said something that dirty to me. What am I supposed to say in response?

“Has a man ever”—he licks his lips—“had one of those beautiful tits in his mouth.”

My chest is so tight and I’m struggling to take in full breath. My entire body feels like it’s on fire. I don’t know if I can handle this.

When I don’t respond, he places a finger on my chin and turns my head, forcing me to look at him. “You better say no. If another guy has touched you, I want his name so—”

“No one,” I say quickly. “I swear. You’re my first kiss and…everything.”

Carmine growls in response then shifts his hips forward on the couch. I glance down and see the massive bulge straining against his pants. His pants are so tight, it looks like any moment the fabric will rip and his cock will burst free.

“See how hard you make me?”

I nod, not sure how else to respond. I can clearly see how much he wants me.

“Do you want me to kiss you again?”

I’m so delirious from the heat building in my body that, without thinking, I nod.

He captures my mouth in a frenzied kiss. His lips press urgently against mine, demanding and insistent, as if they could convey all the hunger he feels with this single gesture. Carmine's hands find their way to my hair, tangling in the strands, pulling me closer until there's no space left between us.

I can barely breathe under the weight of his desire, and I realize I want this. I want him. Why can't he be mine?

His kiss deepens, and I'm lost in the sensation, drowning in the warmth of him. Our tongues dance a reckless tango, fueled by need and something more—something fierce and relentless. His lips leave mine only to trail blazing kisses across my jaw and down my neck. Each brush of his lips is a spark that kindles an inferno within my chest, threatening to consume me whole.

Carmine gets on his knees in front of the couch. I instinctively open my legs as he moves closer, wrapping his arms around my back to pull my chest closer. He places a kiss on each of my puckered nipples through my dress.

Shit, I didn’t wear a bra! I was in a rush this morning, and the yellow dress I’m wearing is tight up top and very supportive. I normally need a bra, but there are a few dresses and tops that don’t require one. Why did I pick this dress to wear today? Considering I was meeting Carmine’s family, that was a very naughty thing to do.

Carmine only looks up at me with hunger in his eyes. “Good girl,” he praises.

It’s enough to send more burning heat through my body.

Carmine twirls his tongue around my nipple through the fabric, a sensation I’ve never known. Suddenly, it’s like I’ve lost control of my body and all I can think about is having him fuck me. I finally understand why so many women cave to temptation and lose their virginity before marriage. I had always looked down on them; finally, I understand. It’s very hard to ignore what my body is craving right now.

“Oh god,” I say a bit too loudly.

Carmine places a gentle hand over my mouth. “Careful, princess. You don’t want the guards to know how good I’m making you feel, do you? I’m certain they’d burst in here and shoot me. Unless you want that?”

I shake my head.

“So you’ll keep quiet?”

I nod.

“Then can I get a taste?”

A what?

Not waiting for my answer, Carmine pulls his blazer off, rolls his shirt sleeves up, and then pauses.

“If you want me to stop, I will,” he says, never taking his eyes from my chest. “Just speak up, okay?”

I nod like I’m under a trance and will do anything he says—anything so he’ll keep touching me.

Gently, he reaches into the top of my dress and lifts one of my heavy breasts. Pushing my shoulders back with his other hand, he directs me to give him better access.

“Fuck, you tits are the most gorgeous ones I’ve ever seen. And I’m the only man who has seen them?”

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