Page 10 of Arranged Mafia Marriage

He gives me a quizzical look through slitted eyes. “What?”

“Enhancements? You’re so large.” I lick my lips, equally scared of his cock and curious about how it will feel when he’s plowing into me with it.

He shakes his head and gives a strained chuckle. “No, it’s natural.”

I nod, continuing to stroke him. He groans, thrusting into my hand. “Felicity, I want to be inside you. I need to feel your pussy around my cock.”

I release him, letting him guide me onto the bed. He steps back to finish undressing, his gaze burning into me. “Touch your pussy while I’m getting naked. Show me what you like.”

I hesitate, biting my lip. “I’ve never done that in front of someone.”

His eyes flash with lust. “Do it. I want to watch you.”

I take a deep breath and spread my legs, sliding my hand down to my slit. I start rubbing my clit, watching as he strips off the rest of his clothes. When he’s fully naked, I stare at his cock, which is even more impressive now that I can see it in its full glory.

I continue rubbing my clit as he climbs onto the bed, positioning himself between my legs. He doesn’t reach for me, and I frown.

“Finish,” he says, his tone stern, though his expression is ravenous.

I nod, moving my fingers faster as I rub my clit in circles. I moan, closing my eyes while I imagine it’s his hand touching me instead. I hear him groan, and I open my eyes to find him stroking his cock as he watches me. The sight of him pleasuring himself while I do the same sends a thrill through me, and I move my fingers faster, my breath coming in short gasps.

I’m so close, and I arch my back, moaning as I get closer and closer to the edge. I cry out as I come, shuddering with pleasure. I keep rubbing my clit as I ride the waves of my orgasm, my pussy clenching around nothing.

When I finally stop, I’m panting, and my heart is racing.

He’s staring at my pussy, appearing transfixed. “So much cream.” He bends his head and licks me again, and I moan, pussy clenching at the sensation.

“I need to fuck you.”

I nod, spreading my legs wider. “Please.”

He positions himself at my entrance, rubbing the tip of his cock against my clit. I whimper, my pussy aching for more, but I tense instinctively. I already know it will hurt just from how big he is, and fear threatens to overwhelm me.

“Relax, Felicity.” His voice is soft, and he kisses me gently. “I’ll go slowly.”

I nod, trying to relax. I trust him more than I should since I don’t really know him, and what I know of him paints a picture of a criminal, but I want this. I want him.

He pushes the tip of his cock into me, and I gasp at the sensation. It feels so good, but I also feel a sharp pain as my pussy stretches to accommodate him. I whimper. “Is there much more?”

He laughs, though it sounds breathy. He’s clearly struggling to maintain control, which soothes my ego in an odd way. “Many inches yet, angel.”

I bite my lip, bracing myself as he pushes deeper into me. The pain intensifies, but I try to focus on how good it feels as well. I want this. I want to give my virginity to Kiril. It’s not about some archaic tradition to make us officially married, or to produce the heir we have to have. It’s all about me, this moment, the sensations he evokes, and him.

I cry out when there’s a sharp sting as he breaks through my barrier. I tense, but he holds me still, kissing me deeply. “It’s done. You’re mine now.”

I whimper, but the pain fades as he begins to move, and I gasp at the sensation. It’s so intense, but it’s also incredible. I feel so full, and every nerve in my body seems to be on fire. I wrap my arms around his neck, clinging to him as he thrusts into me. The friction of his cock rubbing against my inner walls sends shivers of pleasure through me, and I moan, grinding my hips against him.

He groans, picking up speed, and it’s clear he’s losing control. I don’t mind. I want him to lose control. I want him to fuck me hard and fast. I want to feel every inch of him inside me, claiming me in the most primal way possible. Lost in this haze of passion and need, I want to belong only to him forever.

I cry out as he thrusts harder, driving me closer to the edge. I tremble with the intensity of my desire, and I can’t hold back any longer. I let go, giving in to the waves of pleasure washing over me. I shout as I come, pussy clamping down on his cock. My vision blurs, and I’m barely aware of anything except the feeling of him buried deep inside me.

Kiril thrusts a few more times before he comes, filling me with his seed. I cling to him, savoring the moment. I’ve never felt closer to anyone in my life. I feel safe and loved, despite the fact that I hardly know him. I want to stay in this moment forever, but it won’t last.

Reality will intrude soon enough, and I’ll have to face the consequences of my actions, but for now, I’m content to simply enjoy the afterglow of our union. We lay there afterward, tangled in each other’s arms, our breathing slowly returning to normal. Kiril presses a soft kiss to my forehead.

“Are you okay?” he asks, genuine concern in his voice.

I nod, still too overwhelmed to speak. I should feel guilty, shouldn’t I? For enjoying this, for wanting more, but all I feel is a strange sense of peace.

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