Page 33 of The Bratva's Virgin Bride

It's like I'm an accident people can't help but slow down to look at. And it feels like it's going in slow motion. I can feel a tension building up within me. I feel extremely warm as Viktor continues to use his tongue and fingers to pleasure me. I curl my toes and I can feel the walls of my vagina constrict. Electricity rips through me, and I arch my back slightly. But Viktor doesn't stop. As I'm riding through my orgasm, he continues more earnestly, and another orgasm hits me a few moments later, and another after that. Only then does he slow down to a stop. He takes his fingers out of me and sticks them in his mouth, moaning. “You taste so good, Riley.”

I blush again and he chuckles. “No need to be embarrassed by pleasure,” he says as he pulls his pants down and off.

I stare at his erect penis and I'm gobsmacked. That isn't going to fit inside of me.

“You still okay?” he asks.

“I just… you're huge,” I say, not knowing what an average size would even look like.

He takes his cock in his hand and strokes himself. “Thank you. It'll hurt at first, but it should start feeling good after a while.”

“Okay,” I say as he scoots up and guides his dick to my entrance. He rubs the tips between my folds, and I see it glisten with my juices. I lick my lips and he leans down and kisses me. I can taste myself on his lips as he slowly edges into me. I cry out into his mouth as he slowly pushes into me. It takes him a while, but eventually, he is buried deep inside of me. I feel filled. Complete.

He looks into my eyes, and I see a tenderness I haven't seen before. “Are you okay?” he asks softly, kissing my cheek.

“I'm fine,” I whisper. “You can move.”

He captures my lips with his as he slowly pulls out and pushes back into me. I moan into his mouth. He moves methodically but slowly. The feeling is intense. Something I couldn't describe if I tried to. The feeling, the friction of him moving in and out of me, is so pleasurable and uncomfortable and so right. I'm feeling a range of emotions at once, and the uncomfortable feeling is subsiding, and the pleasure is increasing. I can't help myself.

“Faster,” I groan.

He nibbles at my shoulder as he speeds up, just slightly. I'm wet for him and he slides in and out of me easily.

He's hitting a spot within me that makes me see stars, and I don't think I can feel any better when he slides a hand between us and starts to touch my clit with slow, gentle rubs.

“Oh, God!” I cry out. “Yes! Yes! Yes!”

I continue to cry out, starting to swear as I feel the tension building in me once again. He's driving me to orgasm and I feel myself clench around his cock. He moves a bit harder, a bit faster, and I dig my nails into his arms as I orgasm with a shout. He continues to move while I ride out my orgasm until he suddenly thrusts deep inside of me and stops. A warm feeling spreads inside of me.

He's breathing heavily as he slowly pulls out of me and collapses on the bed beside me. I turn onto my side and kiss him deeply before I catch my breath.

“That was amazing,” I say, shifting slightly. I wince as I feel tender and he notices.

“Are you okay? Did I hurt you toward the end?”

“No, it's fine. I'm sure it's normal to feel a little tender after the first time,” I say, I nuzzle up to him and rest my head against his chest. I trace a lazy finger over his tattoos. “You're so sexy.”

“Not quite as sexy as you are,” he says. He slides an arm around my shoulders and traces circles on my back.

“You've obviously done this before?” It's a question, not an accusation.

“A few times, a lot, I guess. But if I'm honest, it's never been that good. This was mind-blowing.” He kisses the top of my head.

“Good,” I say with a grin. “I want it to always be mind-blowing.”

“I'm glad you're open to doing this again,” Viktor says. “Because I don't think I can keep my hands off of you.”

I kiss his chest. “Don't. I don't want you to.”

We fall into a comfortable silence, where we simply stroke each other's skin softly before he clears his throat. “Riley, I don't think you should go to campus anymore.”

“Why?” I ask curiously.

“Because it isn't safe to go alone and taking guards will simply draw attention to you. Do you think you can switch to online classes for now? Just until we sort this situation out?” He looks down at me.

I meet his gaze and I see how serious he is. “Okay, I'll do that.”

“Thank you. If you want, you can move a desk into my home office. That way, you won't always be alone.” He smiles softly. “And I can make sure you study hard.”

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