Page 70 of Useless Love

I can hear her sobbing through the bathroom door and my stomach sinks. I didn’t mean to make her this upset. My cock just shot up as soon as we boarded the jet. I thought she had gotten used to it by now, considering I came on her tits last time we were together. My erections are going to be a part of her life after we get married, so why not get her used to it?

Even still, I was planning to let her rest during this plane ride. Until I felt her admiring me. It has been weeks since I’ve even touched her like this, so when she looked at me with those come fuck me eyes, I lost control for a moment. I know I can’t let it happen again.

I knock on the door gently. “Princess, I’m sorry. Please, come out.”

“I’m sorry, Carmine,” she says from inside.

“Why are you sorry? I got ahead of myself. I shouldn't have.”

She comes out, her face puffy and swollen from crying. My heart breaks because I caused that.

“I…I know I wasn’t this much of a hassle last time but…”

What is she talking about? She has always been timid and nervous about me touching her.

I take her hands and lead her back to the loveseat on the aircraft. “I understand you’re nervous. Don’t put too much pressure on yourself. I shouldn’t have pressured you.”

She looks from my face to my erect cock; it’s pushing against my pants. I know she feels guilty; that is just the kind of person she is. That’s what I love about her so much.

Love? No, I meant like. I like Arianna. Care for her. A lot. But I’ve never loved any woman except my sister and mother. Men in my world rarely do.

I need to prove to myself that I’m not going emotionally soft, so I decide to do something only a bastard might. I won’t take her virginity, yet, but I need some fucking relief. And she’s a woman so…

Am I really going to be a bastard right now? Yes. Because I’m not in love…just lust. And I’m going to prove it.

"Let's make a deal," I say as my fingers entwine with hers.

She eyes me suspiciously, “What kind of deal?”

Slowly, sliding my hands to her shoulder, I begin to give a shoulder massage. "Let's just both give each other a little massage to get the knots out."

She finally gives me a soft smile. “Just a massage?"

Faking innocence that I've never fucking had, I add, "One last release. After this, I'll never touch you again until we are legally wed."

She glances at my crotch. “That…kind of massage?”

“Yes. You seemed curious last time, didn’t you?”

She blushes. “Last time? This morning?”

I give her a puzzled look. “This morning?” I think about it for a second and maybe she means she touched herself, which makes my dick twitch with need. “Sure,” I say. “Were you touching yourself this morning thinking of my cock? Because that’s hot.”

Now she gives me a puzzled look. Still looking confused, she nods. “So…I’ll just give you a massage and this will be the last time. Until we’re married.”

“Yes, princess. Then I’ll fuck you sore on our wedding night.”

Instead of looking happy, she looks sad, like she’s giving my cock a send-off. Her expression isn’t exactly keeping me in the mood. So I kiss her, trying to get her to relax. I know I’m a bastard, but if she gives me this one thing, I think I may be able to resist her until we’re married. I think.

Fuck. It’s still going to be hard.

Who am I kidding? I won’t be able to resist at all.

After looking at me for something—permission or assurance, who knows?—my princess reaches into my pants and gently takes out my eager dick, which has been waiting to reunite with her for weeks. She is clumsy, but it looks like she’s pretending to know what she’s doing.

"Where is the knot?" she asks in a voice she doesn’t know is driving me wild.

When the cold air conditioning hits my erect dick, heat flows through my body faster. My dick throbs under her timid, slender fingers. I see her pleading eyes and it almost sends me over the edge. “Teach me how to help you release the knot," she says.

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