I took her small hand in mine, showed her how to cup my balls, and then guided her other hand over my dick. She explored its girth, its length.
Her cheeks were already flame-red from her orgasm, but a new blush crossed her cheeks as she touched me.
Her touches were soft though, too soft, and I said, “You better be stronger than that when I fuck you.”
She gasped, smiling that devilish smile that I was growing to adore. “Oh, I will.”
Her lack of protest had cum dripping from the tip of my greedy cock.
“Yeah?” I asked, lifting my eyebrow, and leaning in to kiss her.
“Yeah,” she said, and met my lips with hers.
Being so close to her, feeling her beautiful body against mine, and fully realizing just how deeply I wanted her, proved what I’d known all along, since the second I first saw her: I would never fucking ever allow Petre to put his hands on her. She belonged to me and me alone.
I wound my tongue with hers. The warm wetness reminded me of how her pussy felt as I gave her a taste of herself. Knowing she was tasting her own cum made me crazed. I crushed our lips together…the kiss deeper and more profound than just a meeting of lips and tongues.
After a long, delicious moment, I pulled away with a greedy nip of her lower lip. I held her head in my hands, hard enough to let her feel my power as I shifted my hips. The tip of my engorged cock was already dripping as her slick opening tempted me to my very limits.
Forehead to forehead, nose to nose, I asked her, “You ready?”
“Yes,” she said, her tiny hands gripping my shoulders.
Embracing her with all my strength, moving her cheek against my chest, I hitched my hips and pressed into her virgin pussy. And goddamn did she feel good. So good. Too fucking good.
A part of me hated her for that, for that tight, wet, pure little cunt of hers.
Her maidenhead pushed back at me, but I forced my way through it, without warning or tenderness. I grunted and shuddered as I broke through, a sound so animalistic I hardly recognized it at all. Her body tensed with the pain, she dug her fingernails hard into my back as her virgin blood spilled out from her and bloodied the sheets.
Staying there, plunged inside her, I pressed a long, tender kiss to the top of her head. The kiss was what she needed, and her body relaxed, making her pussy open up even further to my dick.
And that was when the appetizer ended, and the main course began.Chapter 11ValeriaThe hushed whispers shared between females by and large described sex, especially the first time, as something to be tolerated at best.
So, whatever they must have been doing, it wasn’t this.
Because, oh my God.
I hadn’t even known my body could make me feel so good. Vasile kept me on my back, with my legs spread, and filled me with powerful thrusts of his cock.
At first, it was as if my body was splitting in two, but the longer he stayed inside me and the more comfortable I became, the more and more I felt that it really was heaven on earth being there in his arms.
Impaled upon him.
At his mercy.
His thick erection stuffed me utterly full and I clenched around him, every muscle I didn’t know I had tightening at once. The pleasure was so intense that my foot pinched with a cramp because my toes were so tightly curled.
He stayed there, like that, deep inside me for a moment. Gazing down at me, he moved a lock of my hair aside with his big, rough finger. And then he smiled. And it took my breath away.
“What is it?” I asked, my voice raspy and thick from so much panting and pleasure.
“I need you to know that this is real for me. I feel… intoxicated by you. Unlike anything I’ve ever felt, Princess.”
I nodded, trying to remind myself of the plan. I didn’t want to break his heart, but I couldn’t stay here and I couldn’t marry his brother.
“Let’s just enjoy this moment,” I said, hedging my bets, trying desperately not to fall into those beautiful, mysterious eyes of burnished gold and red that gazed into mine, through mine, into my soul.
“No.” He shook his head. “I can’t enjoy the moment until I know that you understand. I’m not like my brother or my father. I’m not a part of their world.”
My stomach flipped a somersault at his words. Was he trying to convince me to stay? I knew that was impossible.
Or was it?
“You’re nothing like your brother,” I told him.
He nodded. “Valeria, I won’t let you marry him.”
“I don’t want to marry him.”
“Whatever it takes, I’ll make sure it doesn’t happen.” He slid forward and I gasped, making him grin. “It won’t happen,” he repeated, so quietly I almost couldn’t hear the words.