by Coco Miller
My name leaves her mouth like a prayer. I eat that shit up too. That’s twice I made her come. Twice Chuckie, you pathetic prick.
I’ve fucked her with my fingers earlier, and now your daughter has had my tongue inside her perfect little snatch. All that’s left is to sweep her off her feet, and fuck that virgin pussy and call and tell her piece of shit father all about it.
Chapter Four
Carmine
I cover Jasmine with my jacket and wrap an arm around her as we walk to the house. I know my security could give a fuck less what she looks like, completely tongue fucked fresh and all, so I pay them no mind. They work for me anyhow. I don’t answer to anyone, ever.
Jasmine gasps as we walk to the private entrance of the house, bypassing the garage stocked with a fleet of luxury cars; a neon yellow Tesla, Red hot Porche, classic black sleek Aston Martin, white Lexus sedan for more casual days . . . and this is in a city where I never drive, in a house, I had built just for this girl. Just to get even. My enemies could never even imagine.
“You like it?” I ask as we enter the main hall.
“It’s okay,” she says, grinning afterward. “It’s damn perfect and you know it is. Why play so coy?”
“Because I want to hear you say the words,” I tell her.
“Carmine Volta, your house is the bomb!”
I laugh a bit. “Well, what’s mine is yours. I’m sure you’d like to have a moment to freshen up after the very . . . adventurous night . . . we’ve had so far.”
Bitch blushes again, trying to really make me believe that anything causes her to be shy. I had her pussy on my face coming with my name falling from her lips less than 30 minutes ago. Shy? I fuckin think not. Still, the whole pretense is cute as hell and makes me hard as the marble on my countertops.
“That would be really cool, Mr. Volta.”
“Come with me,” I tell her, lending an arm.
She holds onto me as if I’m gentlemen. I’m really the fucking devil incarnate. I lead her to the long stairwell and we slowly make our way up to the second floor. It’s filled with all the same luxuries as the rest of the house and then some. I’ve made sure to make a special wing for her, straight out of one of those Disney flicks. Yeah, I’m the damn Beast and this is my Beauty. She’s got an entire wing dedicated to her precious little ass because that’s what it’s gonna take to really do her in. Still, it is pretty fuckin sweet.
The west wing of the house gives her her own bathroom that is bigger than most people’s entire houses and it is complete with heated tile flooring, a built-in towel warmer that comes with its own wireless setting and remote control. This is all so little precious kitten will never be cold in my house, and never want for shit, although that kind of fucks up my world because I’d love to watch her nipples grow hard as diamonds that could cut glass. Of course warm towels means that none of that shit will ever happen. A small price to pay to stick it to both her and that man she calls her father I remind myself.
Thanks to a little PI report I paid a hefty amount for, I learned a few things about this kitten too. For one, Jasmine adores hot pink roses, so I made certain there is a fleet of hot pink roses throughout this entire mansion. Even fuckin fake ones. Like the print on her bedding and curtains and the pictures on the wall. This place looks like Dolly Parton threw up all over the thing. It disgusts me, honestly, but it’s a means to an end. I can deal with a few happy flowers around here to get what I need outta her.
I show her to the bathroom and tell her someone from my staff has stocked the guest bedroom closet with clothes for guests to use. It’s a dumb ass lie but oh fuckin well. She doesn’t seem to mind. She’s too busy gazing around at all the shiny pretty shit to really give a fuck. Exactly as I intended. I love it when a plan goes off without a hitch.
I’m supposed to be walking away from her bathroom, but I’m a dirty motherfucker, so I wait until she starts the water and then slowly ever so gently move the door with my foot to widen the view. Kitten is down to her birthday suit, showing off that perfect ass and those wide hips. Her big tits swing as she leans to climb down into the giant spa tub topped with aromatic bubbles, steaming with the sultry fragrance of roses and vanilla, bought especially for her because that’s what the fuck she buys for herself. I just upped the line of products to a more luxurious line. No cheap shit in this house. It’s part of the mind fuck.
Her toes turn off the handle and the stream of hot water slows to a halt. I’m so tempted to just keep watching from the doorway. Damn it I could so easily jerk-off without being caught right now. It would feel amazing to rub this demon outta me after all the blue balls of the night, watching her naked body, tasting her pussy, and then let her come without coming myself. Plus, let’s be honest here, it would be so hot and incredible to stroke my hand over my cock as she soaps up her big gorgeous tits and curvy ass legs. It is already too damn much just thinking about it while smelling the scent of her from the crack in the doorway.
I have to touch myself right now or I’ll die. The memories of tonight come flooding through my brain like darts and now I am straining against my underwear to be free. I let my cock spring out finally, just pulling down my zipper to feverishly stroke myself. Precum is already soaking the tip of my cock which feels incredible, too damn good, so I use it to pump my aching cock quickly.
Fuck me this is embarrassing. I feel the build coming forth way too quickly as I stroke faster and faster. I have to be disciplined or I’ll come before she even washes her hair. This beautiful bitch Jasmine dips back into the steaming fragranced water, her back fully arched as she wets her curls in the water and sends me over the damn edge with motherfuckin shampoo. I am so done.
My cock and balls plea for the end. Kitten’s big titties are fully exposed, showing off her puffy areolas that I want to suck the life out of with every fiber of my being. Wet. Hot. Soapy. So damn perfect. I yearn to put my big cock there, mashed between her massive tits and watch as my dick fucks her bouncing breasts until I come across her nipples and she’s coated with my seed.
I can’t take it anymore.
I need to fuck this girl.
I kick the door open. She straightens up but hasn’t noticed me yet with her wet hair across her face. I strip down to nothing and reach over, pushing her hair away from her face. Jasmine gasps a little and then blinks, taking in my display before her.
“Oh, my,” she moans staring at my dick like it’s the next wonder of the world. “Look at you, daddy.”
“Yes,” I grin as I stroke myself in front of her. “Call me that. Call me daddy.”
This is some sick shit, but I’m a sick motherfucker.
“Who knew Italian boys were so damn big.”
I grab a firm hold of my cock and shake it at her a little. “You ever have a big dick like this fuck you raw?”
“I’ve never been fucked, daddy,” the little tease finally admits out loud and I see a little excitement lighting up her eyes. “Never even touched a dick before. I’m as pure as it gets, boo.”
“Oh, come on. Not even a little touch once in high school?”
“Not once. My father would have killed me and he definitely would have killed whatever poor guy tried to touch me.”
“Well, your father ain’t here. Your daddy is. Now open your mouth,” I order with a growl. “And come get this.”
Chapter Five
Carmine
Jasmine turns her sexy body toward me and then kneels at the edge of the huge marble spa tub as I stand before her, my hefty throbbing cock standing at full attention for her yearning wet mouth.
“Like this, Carmine Volta?”
My hungry sex kitten darts her little precious tongue out and licks the cum off the tip of my dick innocently.
“Or like this?”
She swallows the head of my cock with one fell swoop. I groan so loudly it echoes off the marble walls in the bathroom.
“You dirty little fuckin kitten,” I gasp at how good it feels, and I’m happ
y with how eager she seems to want to please me.
I grasp her head and shove my cock into her throat. “Take me all the way. Fuck me with your mouth,” I command with a hiss.
I probably shouldn’t be this aggressive with a virgin. Master plan or not, I don’t want to scare her before I’ve achieved my goal, but she seems to be eager and willing. My little mark is going to be a hellcat in bed.
“Mmm,” She hums around my cock as I thrust into her. Jasmine’s hands land on my ass and she pulls me deep, looking up into my face with those light caramel eyes. She’s looking for validation. For my approval. I need to get my head in the game and continue the mind fuck. This isn’t about my pleasure, this is about her ruin.
“You’re a beautiful woman, Jasmine.” I pull away from her and a long stream of saliva leaks out of her mouth. I wipe it away and pull her up from under her arms, rushing my lips against hers as I fuck her mouth with my tongue this time. My hands roam down her body and swirl the bubbles away from her skin.
“You understand who I am right, Jasmine?”
“Yes, you’re Carmine Volta. King of New York.”
Damn, that just made my dick harder.
“I’m not a good man.”
“I am aware. I don’t care. You’ve been good to me.”
“And I’m going to be very good to this pussy, but if you want this big Italian cock, you’re going to need to say the words.”
“I want you Carmine Volta. I want you to be the first man inside of me. The first man to claim me. I know who you are. I know about your love ‘em and leave ‘em reputation, but I’m not looking for love. I’m looking for a man who knows what he’s doing and who can make me feel things I’ve never felt before.”
The perfect answer.
I attack her mouth again and she swings her leg over my hip. The tip of my dick brushes her clit and we both moan at the same time at the feeling. Fuck, it is so good. Like a dream. She’s puffy and tight as I roam her with my fingers, shoving a long middle finger inside of her tight little box.
I go easy so I don’t break her yet. Teasingly, I pump from her cunt and then slide my slippery wet fingers over her aching clit, repeating the circuit until we land on the edge of the tub and my cock is back in her mouth again.
“What will people think?” I groan as I watch her choke down my dick. “The Morris family virgin swallowing down the big bad Volta’s thick Italian cock.”
Emphasizing my words I steadily fuck her mouth until I have to pull away or else I’ll come down her greedy tight fuckin throat. The little vixen takes a dick like a pro not some innocent untouched virgin, that’s for damn sure. I guess working at a strip club has its benefits. She’s probably seen enough of what the girls do in the champagne room to learn proper technique. She’s a quick study.
Damn, her red slick lips are so full and demanding as she sucks me off, popping her mouth on and off my cock, toying with the head of my dick until it’s thick and needful. I lift her in my arms and she wraps her legs around my waist. I want to fuck her right here and now, my dick is standing at attention ready to roll, but I can’t fuck her in the tub. This shit is going to require traction. She grinds on me and the tip of dick slips into her. I nearly lose my fucking shit right there.
“You’re a naughty girl.” I smack her round thick ass hard.
“Carmine!” she cries out. “Yes.”
I slap her ass again.
“Watch it, kitten. The name is Mr. Volta or daddy to you.”
“Yes, daddy,” she pants.
I let her slip down my body and she sits on the ledge of the tub until her tits are leveled with my cock.
“I’m gonna fuck your tits and then come all over them with this big dick you want so badly.”
“My tits?”
“You’re going to need to earn my cock if you want me inside of you. Show me how bad you want it, baby. You can start by letting me fuck those beautiful tits of yours.”
“Come on then,” she demands, mashing her massive round breasts together until they envelop my dick, making it practically disappear as she bobs her boobs up and down.
“Smack my dick tip against those nips, baby.” Jasmine slaps my head to her pebbled nipples until I grow insanely hard. My hips shove the shaft between her mounds again and I thrust, riding her chest as she moans.
“You like that, Mr. Volta?” she teases.
“Take me in your mouth now, “ I growl. “Here it comes.”
I grip her head as she sucks the come out of me. It feels so good. I can barely stand my legs are quaking from the intensity of coming down her throat and then watching her swallow my come, smiling that shy little smile afterward.
“Don’t even act smug,” I warn her. “I’m not done with you yet, not by a longshot.”
“Mmmm, Mr. Volta, you’re spoiling me.”
She licks around her mouth, that little pink tongue of hers darting across her lips still hungry for more.
“Oh, baby, you have no idea what I have planned for you. But tonight . . .” I cup her chin until her mouth closes. “You’re not riding this dick even if you beg for it. You’re going to dream about it, aching for me all night long. Wishing with your fingers that it was me inside of you instead of your own digits as you come.”
Her mouth gapes open in shock. I press the pad of my thumb to her lips. “Sleep well thinking about me, kitten. Get plenty of rest because you will need it for what I’m going to do to you tomorrow.”
“Promises, promises,” she mutters under her breath with a tinge of frustration.
I leave the room and grin to myself as I make my way back to my side of the house in the East wing. Using Chuckie’s sweet daughter as bait in my scheme was a brilliant idea. Everything is going as planned. All I need to do now is to make her fall in love with me.
Then break her heart.
Chapter Six
Carmine
Something I’ve learned about women; they like bad guys as long as you can kiss them silly.
“What is that?” I ask, pulling back from the pair of full soft lips I’ve got mine pressed against. “Cotton candy?”
We’re jammed in the backseat of my Aston Martin Vanquish, and I don’t really give a fuck about the flavor of her lip gloss if I’m being honest, but girls like her like it when you ask about shit they’ve put work into. Her mouth is too sweet not to comment. I lick the taste of her from my lips and stare into her eyes as a smile spreads across her face.
“Toasted Marshmallow,” she says. “Can’t you tell the difference between flavors?”
“Don’t get feisty with me, kitten.” I bite her chin softly, nibbling the tender flesh there.
I pull her bra strap down and suck on the skin of her shoulder. “Mm. So sweet everywhere.”
“And you’re just evil,” she shoots back. I bite harder and tug on her nipple. She giggles under me and pulls my mouth back to her eagerly.
“Marshmallow,” she says, kissing my mouth hotly, her teeth nipping my bottom lip tenderly before she pushes my head back to her skin. I taste her neck. “And this is a vanilla cupcake. My favorite.”
“You’re just a little sweet shop, aren’t you?”
She cups my face and brings me back to her lips but pauses. “You have no idea, Mr. Volta.”
“Mmm.” I lean in and taste her lips. “But I’d love to, kitten. I need to know more. I need to taste that pussy on my tongue. Right now.”
We’ve spent the better half of the morning shopping in some of the best stores New York has to offer. I gave her the Pretty Woman treatment. Jasmine was treated to the finest of everything she desired, even the shit she didn’t know she wanted like having breakfast in the middle of a famous designer's store, being waited on hand and foot all while buying up half the place.
I want to make a big noise, you see. I want that fucker Chuckie to hear through the grapevine that I’m bankrolling his daughter before I ever say a fucking word, because by then it will be too late for him to take her away
, willingly.
So the two of us walked and shopped and drove around in this fancy car of mine showing off the power I have in this city. She smiled the whole time, thanking me profusely, and I must admit that I can’t help the way it makes me feel. I like that she’s truly genuine about being grateful to get shit. Actually appreciative.
The thing about people is, they almost expect it out of you most times, just because you have it to give. It feels good to have a girl on my arm who looks worth it and actually acts like it, too. I also like that despite the fact that we could buy half this city in a heartbeat, she isn’t afraid to ask for a snack off a grimy food truck. She even tried to get me to share it with her, like I’d go for some shit like that.
Kitten is seriously cute, but she has no idea who she is fuckin with. I don’t let just anyone touch my food. I’m wanted dead by as many people in this city that claim they respect me. Not an easy way to live, despite the bountiful fortune I enjoy.
This money didn’t come easily or without making enemies. You can’t take over territory and think nobody is gonna come for your head. You just have to be one step ahead. That makes for a lot of sleepless nights and paying close attention to everything I put in my mouth.
Kitten runs her hands along my black Gucci shirt, popping the buttons open as it hugs my chest. “It’s hard to deny you anything,” she practically purrs.
“That’s smart because those who deny me of anything get dealt with accordingly.”
“Oh is that right?” she snickers. “How would you deal with a princess like me then, Sir?”
“Take off your dress,” I demand. “And I’ll deal with your ass so fucking good.”
She smacks her palm over my mouth. “Shhh, Carmine Volta.”
