by Coco Miller
I try to slow my heart and relax into his touch. I want him to touch me back and all over my body. I want his hand under my panties and those long fingers inside of me. That expert way he moves his tongue and cups his mouth fully around my clit when he’s going down. How he makes me beg to come. Touch me. His hand moves up my leg, to my thigh.
He squeezes my leg and looks at me. “Carmine, I’m so ready to know what it feels like to make love to you.”
He stares at my mouth. His brows pinch. “Lovemaking is boring, Jasmine. I’m more of a hard fuck kind of guy. Trust me, I will please you. You will be left feeling like a new woman after I am done with that sweet pussy of yours.”
Chapter Ten
Jasmine
So much for my heart calming down. It is now sprouting wings and flying around the room. His mouth is so damn cocky and so damn dirty. And I love it.
I whisper and touch his mouth lightly with the tip of my tongue to taste and tease Carmine a little bit.
“I don’t think you’re capable of boring, Carmine Volta.”
“You’re already wet for me aren’t you, kitten?”
I open my legs for him. “See for yourself.”
His fingers slide over his property. He slips into me slow, sinking three fingers into my pussy and making me cry out loudly in the quiet room for him.
“What do you want, baby?” he demands, pumping his fingers deep and steadily. “Tell me right now how to fuck you, first.”
I don’t need to think about it. It’s all I ever think about. “Eat my pussy. I love that.”
He kisses my thighs and gets on his knees. Carmine traces between my wet lips and tastes me so damn good, like an expert. Like if college degrees were handed out for this shit he’d be at the top of his damn class in pussy eating 101.
He holds my legs apart as I quiver and clench. As I grip his hair. I come on his mouth and curse. He holds me tight, so I don’t fall to my death (off his plush fancy ass bed). He kisses my wet sex and doesn’t let up until I’m coming on his mouth.
“Oh my God.” I try to catch the air and keep it in my lungs but it’s too shallow. This man kisses my thighs as I try to calm myself.
“Look at your body. Look at what a sexy fuckin body you have. I want to explore every curve on you. I want to pound that pussy from behind and smack this gorgeous ass as you beg for my cock to make you come.”
He licks my pussy again, lapping at my wetness like he’s having a great dessert. This man is gonna be the death of me. That could be quite literal, too. My clit is so sensitive as he takes me back into his mouth again.
“Oh, Carmine. You eat me so good.” I sit up a little to watch him and he seems to get off on that. He spreads my knees wider and stares up at me as I grip a handful of his baby-soft locks in my fist and hold on for life as I feel a second round of orgasm coming to life between my legs.
Carmine shoves his middle finger back up inside of me and leans up to suck on my nipples as his finger works me hard. I hold on to his strong shoulders and beg God for mercy.
“Don't talk to God, kitten. Talk to me.”
I throw my lips on his and kissed him hard, sucking on his tongue, tasting myself on him.
“Just like that, Carmine.”
He pumps me harder. My tits bounce as he drives his fingers into me and I come hard, my head falling back as he sucks on my neck.
“I need to be inside of you, kitten. I can’t take it any longer. Suck on me first. Taste what you do to me. Then we’ll go from there.”
He doesn’t have to ask twice. I shove him back and untie his drawstring. I want him like I want air, right now. I take his big thick dick in my mouth and show him my gratitude for how good he is to me when he goes down, swallowing that dick whole until it hits the back of my throat.
He’s sent into a tailspin as I eagerly pump my mouth up and down his cock, taking him to the hilt over and over, sucking hard on his head to taste all his precum and swirl my tongue to tease him to death.
He kneads my tits and slaps my ass as I raise it high and suck him deep. His finger, still slick with my pussy slides against my second hole and plays, slipping inside of me a little as he teases me back. And I love how it feels to be so damn dirty with him, to have him touch me there like that and fantasize about it being his big cock instead of a wet finger. I wrap my palm around his dick and work him with both my hand and my mouth until he’s growling.
Carmine pulls himself free of my mouth and cups my chin, “Fuck yes, open those sexy lips, babe.”
His hand works over the head of his cock feverishly. I obey him. He strokes, and I lick my lips to show him I want it. I’m thirsty for it. I watch him, and he doesn’t look away. He’s getting off on just looking at my eyes. Damn, I want him.
Carmine cups my chin and coats my tongue with his milk. His fingers close my mouth. He playfully slaps my cheek. “Be my very good girl, kitten.”
I watch him as he waits for it. I stare him dead in the eyes and swallow down his come.
“Fuck, yes,” Carmine grinds out. “What am I going to do with you. You’re killing me.”
I grin. Happy that he’s pleased with my performance.
“Mmmm,” he kisses all over my face before he pulls himself free of the confines of the bed. “Stay right here.” He orders.
“Where are you going?”
“It’s just for a second.” He kisses my nose. “I’ll be right back, kitten.”
Carmine disappears into the luxurious, massive guest bathroom that is connected to my bedroom and I hear water running and assume he is taking a shower, but he comes back for me not too long after.
He calls me to him and circles around my naked body as I get close to him. I am lead to a bathroom. Toward a tub bigger than any house I have ever lived in. It’s a swimming pool compared to my bathtub back home. And to make it even better he has sweetly filled it up and has it ready for my aching body to submerge down into and enjoy the fine fragrance and soapy bubbles of his expensive body washes and soft lit candles.
The room is filled with the perfume of my favorite scents, Roses, verbena, and lime. It’s what I would imagine Heaven feels like when you arrive, so welcoming and warm.
I don’t know what I have done to deserve a man who treats me so well. It makes my eyes water a little bit just thinking of him and witnessing his generosity. I really am so grateful that I have him in my life. But it’s also overwhelming.
The entire bathroom is a treat. The floor even has warmed up tiles, like who the hell even knew that was a thing? And a place for warm towels and even a little fridge to keep wine and snacks. I’ve never thought a person would actually sit in the tub long enough to get hungry, you know what I mean?
I didn’t need wine and cheese. Carmine’s bathroom even has a tv. So you could legit sit here and snack, get drunk and binge watch Netflix all at once. What is my life right now? I’d be shunned if anyone saw what the heck I was up to in this house, with this man.
I try to push that thought away and enjoy being here with him. He’s gone to all this trouble to shower me with his gifts and share his life with me, but I am a little nervous about it all too.
“Oh, Carmine,” I sighed. “What is all this for?”
Carmine spins me around in his arms. I am taken aback as he leans for my mouth. As I am kissed tenderly, quickly. “When you’re good to me …” he stops to kiss me again. Longer. Sweeter. I lose my breath. “…I am good to you. And Kitten, you have been fuckin spectacular tonight.”
My heart soars. I am kissed until I am flushed with fever all over my body again and overtaken by the passion consuming me for this incredible man. His hands frame my face with sincerity. His mouth feels honest and I melt in his embrace. I
don’t want him to pull away when he does. Carmine’s eyes are dark and glassed. He takes my hand and helps me into the spa tub. I ease down into the hot water and he hits a button and grins. Soft jets blow under me. I press my toes to them. My hair is swept to my left shoul
der and he kisses me on my right.
“Do you know how gorgeous you are?” His words kill me. “How sweet you are? I’m a lucky motherfucker.”
My hands swirl in the bubbles of the water.
“The newness of this will wear down you know. You’ll get bored quickly. Then what?”
Strong hands massage my shoulders. His thumb kneads my neck. “Why do you think that?”
“How long do we have?” I joke.
Carmine stays serious. “We have however long we need. However long we want. When you’re with me we make the rules. Understand?”
His hands work firm and steady. He dips them down into the water and over my skin. I shiver and close my eyes. Then his hands return to my shoulders.
“I just feel like the clock is about to ding twelve and I’m gonna turn back into the poor version of Cinderella, instead of the one her fairy grandmother made look stunning with her magic wand.”
Carmine chuckles and keeps his hands kneading over my shoulders. “Tomorrow I’m arranging a long massage for you with my very best therapist. You are tight all over, kitten. You worry too much.”
“Well, working hard does that do a girl.” I sigh and sink down a little bit into the water. “This feels so good though.”
“You have no idea how good you feel to me.” His voice is soft and reserved. “I didn’t think I’d ever find a girl like you. I didn’t think a girl like you existed in my world. So special. Someone who makes me feel like I could …”
“You could what?”
I turn in his arms to sit across his lap. His dick breathes to life under me, bobbing against my nakedness. I gasp a little and his fingers grip tightly to my hips.
“What were you going to say?” I ask.
Carmine stares me in the eyes and I get lost looking back at him, into those deep dark mysterious orbs he has. His face looks almost scared as he touches my cheek softly.
“Like I could almost fall for her,” he finishes. “Like maybe I have fallen for her.”
“Carmine,” I breathe. “I feel it too.”
His eyes widen a bit. “Do you?”
“Yes.” I kiss him tenderly. “Of course, I do. These past few days have been amazing.”
He deepens our kiss and rocks into me a little. His hands work to wash me as we kiss, soaping me up with bubbles and treating me like a queen. He even reminds me of my words.
“You are royalty to me and you will always be treated like that as long as you’re my girl. No one fucks with what’s mine, kitten. And no one would ever treat you better than me. Don’t ever go home. Stay with me.”
“Oh, Carmine. I want to so badly but–”
“No buts. Just say the words. Tell me that you’re mine, Jasmine Morris. Tell me that you’ll never leave me and you’ll never have to worry about anything or anyone for the rest of your life.”
I’m stunned by his words. His deep felt words. They are unexpected.
“I won’t leave. I promise.”
I kiss him, and he finishes washing me, and then tugs a towel from the heated bar and climbs out of the tub first. I watch as he wraps the warm white towel with his initials embroidered on the fabric around his ripped abs and Adonis-like body. His hair is jet black when wet and I swallow hard looking at this masterpiece of a man. Damn, he’s gorgeous. How’d I get so lucky?
He tugs a second towel free and then helps me like a true gentleman as I climb out of the tub and step out onto the warm tiles beneath my toes. The towel feels like a great hug from a friend as he wraps it around my body and then takes a smaller towel to dry off my legs and treat me like a queen, pampering me and serving me generously.
Carmine lifts me up in his arms and I gasp a little at how easy he makes it look. I know he’s strong, but I’ve never been treated like this before.
“Are you tired, sweet kitten?”
I steady my breath and touch his sharp jawline with my fingertips. “Kind of the opposite.”
My dream man kisses my lips, crushing his mouth to mine.
“I’m going to make you feel like you’re dreaming. I promise you that.”
“I already feel like that. This is all too much. You. You’re too much for me Carmine.”
“No, love. It’s not enough. I’m not worthy of such a goddess like you. I’m going to treat you like the queen you are. Every inch of you will long for nothing.”
He puts his mouth back on mine and goes slow. He lays me down on his bed. Holy shit this is really happening. His mouth lands on my cheek. Mouth under my chin. I am ever still and scared but so damn eager to feel what it’s like to get fucked by a man like him. He unwraps me from the towel and exposes my naked body. His finger ghosts down my chest, stomach. Dark eyes look at me for an answer.
“I’m ready, Carmine.”
He pulls me toward him and kisses me again. He takes me into his lap and sits me atop his muscular thighs. Carmine’s mouth feels like the truth. He feels hungry and ready. His kiss never slips or misses. He’s working for me and meaning it. He gives. My wall crumbles and I go for him. And the harder I try, the less he holds back.
His hands are heated across my shoulder blades. Fingers raking gently through my damp hair. He could be my everything. I could have known him for years the way he takes me so sweet and lovingly. The way he just knows how I want it, crave him to be.
I’m pushed gently down into the pillows and turned around. His mouth gently traces along my spine. Soft caresses down my arms and over the heated handprints as he spanks my greedy ass cheeks like a pro, sending me into a frenzy of need and lust.
He sinks his fingers inside of me, playing slowly, preparing me for his hefty cock before he makes his move. My pussy is drenched and aching to be filled with more than his digits as he pumps me. His thumb circles my second hole and slips a little inside causing me to moan loudly and buck from how damn good it feels.
He eats me out until I am begging for him inside of me. My stomach is flat on the bed as his fingers spread me open, kneading my ass cheeks.
“Here I come, baby.”
The head of his cock pushes forward, nudging at the opening of my vagina, spreading me until I squeal at how huge he feels.
My legs instinctively press together as he moves further inside of me. He continues entering me gently and smoothly with every thrust from behind.
“You all right?”
“Yes.”
“Good, because you feel fuckin fantastic.”
Carmine knows how to work himself hard when I need it, and when to slow, slow, slow it down when I need it. His body covers mine, flat, and I am pressed into the mattress. His body is heavy and consuming and my pussy feels full and tight.
I crave his heat and weight over my smallness and vulnerability. His hips work me steadily from behind and I’m growing wetter and wetter. It’s starting to feel really good.
“My pretty Jasmine.”
He bends down and slides one of his hands underneath me and to my clit. He works my my pussy with his hand while simultaneously entering me from behind. The feeling is new and utterly exquisite.
“Come with me, kitten.”
His lips kiss my cheek as I curse the Heavens. Three deep, long thrusts and I am gone. I am no longer a virgin. I am lost exactly where I have been found. I am home with Carmine Volta.
Chapter Eleven
Jasmine
We lie in my bed twisted in the sheets as we revel in the aftermath of lovemaking. Carmine is quiet as he strokes his fingers through my hair. I’m probably a hot and sweaty mess, but he looks at me like I’m the most beautiful woman in the world.
My body feels limp as a jellyfish, completely and blissfully numb all over. I am tingling from the euphoria of no longer being a virgin. It feels amazing, like I’ve finally broken into my true queen self, my true womanhood. And I had the great experience to give myself to Carmine Volta.
I feel high. I wonder how he feels? He’s so damn quiet all the time, but his body seems relaxed and satisfied as
I lie on him, feeling his breathing.
His hard-muscular chest rises and falls under me and I listen to the beats of his heart, steady and soothing. I brave talking to him about his past, about himself, but I need to know more. So I cautiously approach.
“Carmine?”
He sounds a little lost as he replied, “Yes, kitten?”
“Tell me something about you. Something no one else knows.”
He laughs a little, snickering at me. “I could tell you but then I’d have to kill you.”
“Ha. Ha. Come on, please?”
“Okay. Like what?”
“I don’t know. Something that happened to you and was scary.”
“Why do you want to know about that?”
“Are you afraid to tell me? Think I’ll start to doubt how big and bad you are?”
He snorts. “I think you’re pretty fuckin aware of how big and bad I am now, love, don’t you?”
I flush with heat all over. “I sure do, but I also want to know more.”
He groans a little. “Apparently, I didn’t wear you out enough with that royal fucking, did I?”
“You like sidestepping a convo, that’s for damn sure.”
“Don’t get feisty, kitten.” He strokes my cheek. “Ah, a story. That’s what you want to hear?”
“Something about you. Yeah.”
“Fine. But you might not like what you hear.”
“I just want to know you better, Carmine.”
He sighs hard and then finally breaks out of his shell a bit to trust me with his secrets.
“For starters, I’m fucked up. I was raised by a certifiable motherfucker who was ruthless and brutal.”
“Have you killed people?”
“Jasmine, that is a question that will get you in a lot of trouble,” he warns as his body going stiff as a board.
Carmine takes a deep breath and then blows it out hard. “I’m not a good man, let’s just say that. The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.”
