Page 49 of Arranged Bratva Virgin

I take a deep breath as he carries me through the bedroom doors and places me on my feet in front of him.

Instead of ripping my clothes off like I expect, he carries on kissing me, letting his hands roam my body slowly, taking his time.

He lifts my top over my head and undresses me piece by piece, letting me watch him while he touches my body.

I run my hands over his chest after he tosses his shirt aside. I can see how his cock is pushing up against his pants, and it both terrifies me and makes heat flare between my legs.

Boldly, I pull his belt open after he has undressed me fully.

I unbutton his pants and gasp when his cock jumps free. It is literally throbbing. And it is massive.

I bite my lower lips as he steps out of his pants and lifts me in his arms again, carrying me to the bed and laying me down.

His movements are slow and sensual. Nothing is rushed as I thought it would be with him.

I don’t know why I expected him to be the kind of guy who would just chase after his own pleasure. I definitely didn’t expect him to take his time with me and focus on my needs.

He runs his hand up the inside of my thigh as he continues to kiss me slowly, then I feel him dipping his fingers into me. I gasp and press my pussy against his hand.

“You are so wet, sweetheart.”

I gasp again as he moves his fingers expertly inside me.

“What do you want me to do to you?” he whispers against my ear.

“I want you to take my virginity,” I whisper back.

A low rumbling growl vibrates through his chest as he removes his fingers from me and lays himself over me.

He pushes my legs gently open with his.

“Look at me, Darya. I want to see your eyes.”

I feel my eyes grow wide with fear as his cock presses against my pussy.

“It’s ok, I’ll go slowly. If it hurts, or you want me to stop, you just say so.”

I nod, knowing that I can’t trust my voice right now.

I feel his massive cock slide into me, not all the way, just enough to make me cry out.

He pauses straight away. “Do you want me to stop?” he asks, worried.

“Don’t you dare,” I say, as the pain mixes with the pleasure of having him inside me.

I rock my hips up towards him and he grins, his eyes still locked on mine.

Slowly, gently, he pushes himself into me, pausing every now and then to let me adjust to him.

When he is buried all the way inside me, he waits, letting me feel how his cock is throbbing, and letting me take the time I need to enjoy it.

“Are you ok?” he asks again.

I nod.

So he slowly pulls back, and to my surprise, it doesn’t hurt at all, but leaves my body begging to feel the size of him again. A moan escapes my lips as I dig my fingers into his shoulder.

He rocks forward again, and I gasp.

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