Page 64 of Mafia And Taken

While kissing her neck, I gently nudged at her tight opening with my erection. There was no way to avoid hurting her.

I entered slowly and paused when she cried out, her eyes widening. I watched her face carefully and gave her the time she needed to get used to the feel of me inside her, at the same time continuing to kiss her and reassure her. “It’s okay. That was the worst part. Are you ready for me to go on?”

She took a deep breath and nodded. I slowly withdrew from her pussy and then entered her again. She was very tight, and I could see it was painful for her.

Each time I entered her, I went slightly deeper. It was hard to hold myself back, but I carried on in this slow rhythm, pushing myself into her pussy inch by inch.

Each time I thrust into her, the feeling of her tight pussy around my dick was exquisite. I felt her channel gripping my erection. I thrust into her while looking deep into her hazel eyes. Her lips were slightly parted, and she was taking deep breaths to manage the pain.

After a while I could see her eyes change as my penetration deepened inside her and my cock began to arouse her and ignite her own passion.

After a while, I asked, “Do you want to come with me inside you, cara?”

She bit her lower lip and shook her head. “I don’t think I can.”

So, I sped up, enjoying the feel of her pussy clenching around my cock as I plunged deep inside her in a relentless rhythm.

As I felt my climax mount, I came with my face buried in her neck, groaning her name. “Fuck, Cate, you don’t know what you do to me!”

I spurted my seed deep inside her virgin pussy, releasing my lust toward her that had been building up over the last few weeks.

I don’t think I’d ever come so hard in my life, and I felt like a teenager again. After my breathing had slowed down, I looked at her. “Are you okay?”

She nodded, but I knew I wanted sex to be pleasurable for her—for me to give as much to her as she had just given to me. She had given me the gift of her virgin pussy—she had entrusted it to me, and I wouldn’t let her down tonight.

I kissed her slowly, teasing her mouth and stroking her breasts at the same time. I was still on top of her, and I balanced my weight on one arm while using my free hand to push her thighs apart again.

I moved my fingers along her tender valley. “Fuck, you’re soaking wet from your pussy juices and my cum—the thought of your insides being covered with my semen, and the sight of your labia coated with it is so fucking hot.”

Her slit was glistening with moisture and the sight of it made me rock hard again, although I knew she would be too sore to go again so soon after her first time. I had marked her in the most primal way I could, making her my possession.

“You’re mine now—I own you and your pussy now.” My voice was hard with renewed desire.

As I spoke to her, I felt her slit flood with more dampness.

My bride liked it when I talked dirty to her. “You like my words, don’t you?”

I had her body caged against the mattress with my own body. She closed her eyes, but I wouldn’t allow that. “Open your eyes,” I commanded. “I want to look at you while my fingers are on your pussy.” I wanted to see every emotion that crossed her face, hear every gasp that came from her beautiful lips.

She opened her eyes, revealing her green and amber eyes. Every time I looked at her, I fell for her all over again. This girl would be my ruin.

She was too aroused now to hide behind her shyness. Her eyes were fixed on mine, her pupils wide with yearning. She bit her lower lip as she felt the rough pads of my calloused fingers work on her clit, swirling round and round with an enticing pressure, leading her to that illicit peak that she longed for and that I longed to give her.

“Please, Alessio…”

“Do you like it when I play with your pussy?” My voice was harsh with passion.

“Alessio…”

“Answer me when I ask you a question,” I demanded.

Just like the last time at her apartment, she disobeyed me and denied me the words I wanted to hear.

“Don’t play games,” I warned. “You’ll lose every time, cara.” My tone was fierce, conveying that I was deadly serious.

“Yes,” she moaned.

“Yes, what?” I interrogated her.