Page 80 of Useless Love

Not waiting for an answer, Carmine lowers his head and eats his dessert.

“Delicious,” he growls.

Is it?

Our eyes meet briefly, but I’m feeling too flustered, so I look away. “Look at me, princess,” he demands. Gathering my nerves, I meet his gaze, my arousal became heightened. He smirks as his thumb parts my folds.

“This is mine,” he says.

Instantly, I reply, “All yours.”

My reward for that is getting his tongue thrust inside me. All the way inside. I moan, then I cover my mouth.

“Don’t muffle yourself,” he growls. “I want everyone to know what I do to you.”

Carmine, oh god!

He smothers my pussy with his mouth, his tongue lapping up everything I have to give. His fingers work my clit, tongue pleasuring my insides, until I can’t hold back anymore. I scream his name, shaking and trembling while he still has his face buried between my legs.

The phone in his office rings as I’m coming down from my orgasm. Carmine picks up the phone with my juices glistening on his lips. I’m still spread open on his desk.

I can’t behave like this with Claudia and Carla in the house. Embarrassed, I try to sit up.

“Don’t move!” Carmine orders.

I lean back as ordered. Carmine continues his phone conversation while admiring the view. His gaze is so heated, so hungry, that soon I’m turned on again, watching him talk business, wearing that well tailored suit. My pussy is only a few inches away from his face. I start getting wet all over again. A quick glance at Carmine tells me he can see it too.

He puts the call on speaker, presses the mute button, and then slides me onto his lap.

“You look like you need more, baby, so just rub against my thigh.”

“W-What? I’ll ruin your suit.”

He pulls my nightgown completely off and starts handling my breasts. “That’s the point. I’m not letting you up until my leg is soaking in your juices.” He starts guiding my hips, and it feels so good I can’t stop. Meanwhile, his mouth suctions to a nipple and he starts feeding.

I’m in heaven.

In the background the man on speaker is asking, “...should they strike while his guard is down?”

Who? Is Carmine attacking someone?

He takes his mouth off my nipple for a moment, hits unmute, then says, “Yes, take the old man out.” Then mute is on again and Carmine is sucking my breasts like nothing else in the world matters.

He makes me grind my pussy against his thigh, soaking his pant leg, until I come again. Then he pulls my nightgown back on, carries me to bed, and kisses me goodnight.

“I’ll be in my room,” he says, “jerking off while still tasting you on my tongue. Thanks for dessert, princess.”

Then he leaves and I fall to sleep with a smile. My future husband is insatiable.

Arianna

I return to the penthouse after a night on my knees sucking off Marco. He took me out to a fancy dinner, then we fucked in a private room.

The motherfucker was begging for more when I drove away.

Marco took my virginity in high school, and I’ve never gotten rid of him. I remember that day:he pushed his fingers into my panties, asking if it felt good. In truth, the shit felt weird, but his face lit up when I said yes. That was on a Monday. By Tuesday, he had me in a corner sloppily licking each tit. Wednesday, he threw me on my knees and enjoyed gagging me with his dick. Thursday, he popped my cherry. Then Friday, he broke up with me for a small-titted, quiet bitch who never even let him get a kiss.

Fucking men. I hate them all.

---