Page 88 of Useless Love

She finally looks at me, and for the first time, she doesn’t look shy: she looks ready.

“Fuck, Arianna, if you want—”

“Princess,” she says sharply. “You have to call me Princess, remember?”

Lifting her hand, I kiss the ring on her finger. “Princess, if you want me to take you now, you have to tell me.”

She nods and reaches for me. Our lips meet, but it’s not frenzied and desperate like the many times before. We both understand we have time. It’s only us tonight and the rest of the world will wait.

“Are you going to feed?” she asks breathlessly.

I grin. “So now you're my wife and you can suddenly say dirty words?”

She bites her bottom lip. “Well, yes. Now everything is okay.”

I tease the hem of her beautiful white dress. “If you want me to feed so badly, show me.”

With more confidence than she’s ever shown, she stands from the bed. Slowly, agonizingly slow, she unzips her dress and lets it fall to the floor. I take her in, stroking my hard cock through my pants because fuck she looks amazing.

She’s wearing a lacy bra and panties that contrast perfectly against her olive skin. Even better, the panties have a large bow on the front so I can unwrap my gift.

Her eyes drop to my crotch as I’m stroking through the fabric. “This making you wet, baby?” She nods, so I motion her over. “Come here. Sit on my lap so I can feed.”

She does as requested, so I kiss her, checking to see just how wet she is for me. “I’m hot,” she whispers.

“I know. We’ll take care of that soon, I promise. But now…” Reaching around, I undo her bra, gently slipping it off. Her nipples are erect and begging me for a taste, so stop wasting time and latch on.

Princess bites her lip, stopping a moan.

I glance up. “What did I tell you? Tonight, you don’t hold back.” I suck one breast into my mouth as far as it will go and my wife cries out. My dick twitches, happy.

After giving her breasts plenty of attention, I take my mouth off her nipples and stare at them, admiring their beauty. “These are so fucking perfect,” I confess with a groan. Then I raise my head to see my princess pouting at me, as she always does, whenever I remove suction from a nipple. “I hope you’re prepared to have me fuck your tits almost every day.”

She gasps. “You can…do that?”

I laugh. There’s still so much innocence in her left to destroy—I’m going to enjoy it.

“My princess,” I muttered with a groan, burying my face in her neck again. Then I gently move her to the side so I can undress.

My wife never takes her eyes off me. With our eyes focusing on each other, I slowly peel my shirt off and fling it to the floor. I move the belt and unbuckle it with a little more speed.

Gaia raises herself up, perhaps to get a better view as I kick my trousers off and pull my briefs down, standing completely naked. Seeing the hunger in her eyes, I move closer to the bed.

“Can I taste you, Carmine?”

I freeze. Am I hearing things now? Did she just say that? I’ve been dreaming about spilling down her throat.

“I’ve always wanted to…” she whispers, her eyes not leaving mine and shocking me even further.

I stand in front of the bed, widening my stance and holding my cock in my hand. Her eyes move from my face downward, and I slowly stroke myself for her enjoyment.

“You want to suck my dick?”

“Yes, more than anything,” she says softly.

“I’ll give you a taste, but you don’t get to swallow, understand? Tonight, I’m filling your pussy until you can’t take anymore.”

She squirms, lowering her hand between her thighs.

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