Page 17 of Arranged Bratva Virgin

Stefano sits up, grabbing me around my waist and lifting me higher onto the bed as he lowers himself over me. He is fully naked, and his enormous cock is no longer terrifying me as it was earlier. I want to feel the pain and pleasure of him sliding it into me. I am desperate to know what it feels like.

When he kisses me, I can taste myself on his mouth. His lips move seductively over mine as his hands slowly explore my body. I trace my hands over his perfectly sculpted chest and rock my hips up against his cock. His breathing is heavy as he rubs himself against me.

“You are soaked,” he growls against my ear. “I can’t wait to find out what your little pussy feels like when it’s wrapped around my cock.”

I gasp, his words as seductive as his body.

I can hardly believe it, but I am ready to lose my virginity.

Terrified but ready.

I feel him moving his hips so that his cock is pressing right against my pussy.

My entire body is filled with desire, but fear overwhelms me for a moment.

I squeal loudly.

“You are a noisy little kitten, aren’t you,” he chuckles. I feel embarrassed. Am I making too much noise? I didn’t even think about it.

“Sorry, am I too loud? I don’t know—I’ve never—" I swallow hard.

He pushes up a little, his arm flexing as it presses into the bed above my head.

His voice is stern and rough. “You’ve never what?” he growls, his eyes locked onto mine.

My voice feels so tight, and my heart is hammering so loudly I know he can hear it.

“Darya. Tell me what you were going to say.”

I feel my face flushing hot and glowing red. I turn my face to the side, wanting to hide from him.

He grabs my jaw and forces me to look at him again.

“Tell me,” he demands.

“I’ve never done any of this before,” I say softly.

His grip falls away from my face.

“You’ve never—are you—are you a virgin?” he asks, looking horrified.

I bite my lower lip and nod.

“You’ve never been with a man?”

I am absolutely mortified by the look on his face.

I nod again, fighting tears of embarrassment.

He closes his eyes for a moment. I can still feel his cock pressing against me.

But not for long, because he pushes off the bed and stands next to it for a second looking down at me. I lie there, feeling exposed and more ashamed than I have ever felt in my entire life.

Without a word, he grabs his pants and walks out of the room, leaving me alone in the dimly lit space and feeling as though I want to crawl underneath the bed and hide away.

I hear him walking down the hallway, then I hear him pouring himself a drink.

I climb off the bed and run over to the door, slamming it loudly and locking it.

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