Page 71 of Useless Love

“Like this, baby.” I cover her delicate hands around my shaft. Together, we stroke and squeeze some pre-cum from the tip. When I release my hand, my princess repeats the actions like only a good student would.

“Just like that," I growl.

"One last time," she says for reasons I can't bother to think about right now. Not while she’s guiding me to fucking nirvana. Even though she doesn’t know what she’s doing, just knowing I’m the only man whose cock she has touched has me so aroused it’s hard to speak.

Only my cock has belonged to my princess. That thought makes my chest warm, but it annoys me. This is just lust, why am I so happy my cock belongs to this woman?

I lay my head back on the loveseat as she strokes me. Then, something I’m not expecting happens: I feel tongue. My head snaps up to find Arianna licking the head of my cock. I never expected her to but…

“Baby, what are you doing?”

She stops stroking and looks startled. “I-I’m sorry, I just wanted…”

“Don’t apologize. What did you want? You can do whatever pleases you.”

She nods, eyeing my cock like it’s candy. I’m so close to spilling it hurts. Then she whispers, “Last time,” before pulling the head of my cock into her mouth. In agony, trying not to scare her away and bust in her mouth, I watch her take my cock into her mouth until she gags.

“Fuck,” I rumble, pulling away quickly and turning. I pump my cock as I spill onto the floor, moaning with my head thrown back. I haven’t come this good since the last time we were together.

When I turn back to tell her how good she did, she isn’t looking at me.

“Are you embarrassed? Don’t be, princess. We didn’t do anything wrong because we’re engaged. Our wedding date is right around the corner.”

For some reason, this doesn’t seem to make her anymore at ease. I can visibly see guilt all over her face.

That Face. She looks so sad and I miss seeing her smile, so I pull her against me. I guess this goes beyond lust and making an heir, just a little, even though I’ll never admit it.

Gaia

The trip to Los Angeles is an intense six-hour trip. I liked what Carmine and I did, but we haven’t spoken since because I’m feeling too embarrassed and sad. I withdraw to my own side of the jet. During the silent time, Carmine is looking at papers while I deeply ponder how my relationship with my sister became so messy. Arianna and I used to be closer—not peas in a pod or anything, but we aren't typically so contentious. Her disdain for me that appeared after Luca died is just how she handles death. And Luca was her favorite brother, so it’s particularly hard.. She usually lashes out at me, more so than everyone else, after someone beloved has died.

None of this is an excuse for hiding myself away from Carmine, though.. And I know he doesn’t realize that what we just did was a goodbye. I’m trying to say goodbye to him in my heart so I can make peace with this situation. I’m betrothed to another and so is he.

But sucking his cock like that…I’ll be praying for forgiveness for many years to come. I have done way too many inappropriate things with my sister's future husband. The weird thing about guilt is that you don't feel it while doing the task; it only happens after it's done. Since meeting Carmine, I’m turning into a person I never knew I could be. It scares me. I'm also a horrible person because I touched someone Ariana wants after she told me.

I'm simply the worst.

Then there’s poor Carmine, who must be very confused. One moment, I'm moaning and pleasuring him. The next, I'm avoiding him and running away. This man must think me a complete basket case or simply playing a childish game of cat and mouse. Neither one of those options make me look good.

The plane finally touches down. As I'm huddled in a chair, Carmine approaches and says, “Let's go. We’re here.”

I can’t bear to leave things this way, so I tell him, “Carmine, I’m sorry.”

With a puzzled expression, he asks, “What for?”

“You know. I…I’m just…”

Unexpectedly, he lifts me to my feet and hugs me. "Let's talk more in the car, princess."

He walks me off the jet, not letting go of my hand. I can't help but smile at his kind touch. Outside, Carmine guides me into the car. After his security gives us the green light, we are off to his family home in LA where we’ll be staying for a while.

Suddenly, Carmine speaks. “You did nothing wrong; there’s no need to apologize.”

“But Carmine—”

His dark brown eyes meet mine. “Let me finish. I know you aren't completely comfortable yet. I respect your decision to wait until after we’re married before we’re fully together, and I’ve been pushing the boundaries.” He kisses my cheek. “It's just so hard to resist you.” He gives me a devilish grin, but I'm confused.

“What do you mean wait until after we're married?”

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