Page 49 of Virgin Bratva Hostage

It isn’t even about me.

This experience is something she will hold onto forever in her memories. I am the first man she has ever been with.

I push my cock into her, just a little bit, pausing for a moment. She goes rigid—tense with nerves and looks uncomfortable.

“Are you ok, Ruslana?” I ask quietly, willing to stop if she has changed her mind—but fuck, I hope not.

“I’m ok, it just—it hurts a little,” she stammers, closing her eyes.

“Open your eyes, butterfly. Look at me. I’ll move slowly, ok. It’s just you and me here.”

She nods, her gorgeous green eyes lock onto me as though I am all the reassurance she needs.

I push my cock further into her and I feel her pussy stretch open around me. She whimpers, but her lips part and she takes a breath of pleasure at the same time.

“Oh,” she says, sounding surprised.

The slightest smile touches my lips.

She is giving me this gift that she has never given anyone before.

As I push my cock deeper into her, penetrating her, the first person to ever be with her, I feel a surge of possessiveness flood me.

I wrap my arm around her back and hold her closer against me.

“You’re too beautiful,” I whisper. “You drive me crazy, every moment I am around you.” She shivers with delight as Islide out of her and slowly back into her. Her nails are digging into my back as she sways between pain and pleasure.

I slowly push into her again and this time, I feel her pussy relax around my cock. She is ready.

I start to fuck her, still gently but taking complete control of her. She tilts her head back, sweet little moans falling from her lips.

My cock grows harder inside her, and I worry that I will hurt her, but she is loving it now.

She spreads her legs wider around my hips and uses her hands to pull me back into her whenever I pull out.

I speed up, my rhythm growing faster and faster and her crying out louder.

When she gets too loud, I clasp my hand over her mouth and grin. Fuck, she is perfect. She is everything I want.

Her legs begin to shake, and she arches her back up towards me.

“Look at me when you come, butterfly. I want to see your eyes.”

She focuses on me and I move my hand away from her mouth so that I can watch her beautiful face. I want to see her, every emotion hidden in her expression. Her pussy starts to throb over me, pulsing, building tension, until suddenly, all of the energy is released when her orgasm washes over her. She doesn’t pull her eyes off me and the sight of her orgasming with my cock buried deep inside her is more than I can handle. The pleasure of it sends me right over the edge and I explode inside her. Knowing that I am the only one who has ever been with her, the only man to ever have her—it sends a rush through me. An intense thrill of wild need.

I need to be her first for everything.

I need to be the only man who ever takes her.

I want to keep her with me forever. She has to become mine. She has to belong to me.

We lie on the sofa, breathing heavily, she giggles softly and snuggles against my chest. It tugs at my heart and pulls me deeper into her.

I am obsessed with her.

Slowly I pull out of her, seeing that my cock is covered with her blood.

She flushes bright pink, embarrassed.

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