Page 38 of The Mafia Princess

“That’s it. Take my finger. Damn, you feel so good.”

He talked to her the whole time, but she couldn’t comprehend most of it. She just knew the tone of his voice helped settle her.

“Let’s try two.”

“Ah…” The feeling of being stretched was making her want more at the same time, thinking about how his cock was going to fit if she was already having problems with two of his fingers. She was mindless with need, but he kept at her and worked three fingers into her at the same time.

“Okay, we’ll take this nice and easy.”

He came over her, cupped the back of her head with one hand, and guided his cock into her cunt with the other. She felt pressure but not really any pain. He was taking so long, and she begged him to hurry, although she didn’t really know what she was asking for.

She felt him bump into something inside of her and gasped. Before she took another breath, he had thrust through the membrane and taken her virginity.

She cried out and dug her nails into his shoulders. “That hurts.”

“I know, Love, but that was it. That’s the only pain you’ll ever feel.”

God, she hoped so because it felt like he’d torn her apart.

“Give it a minute,” he said. “I promise it will get better.”

He stayed still as he placed kisses over her face and gave her time to adjust.

“How are you feeling?” he asked.

“I think I’m okay. How about you?”

He grinned. “Like I’m in Heaven.”

God, she loved when he said sweet things like that to her.

“Let me see how this feels.”

He slowly pulled out and then pushed back in. He kept at it for a long time, slowly building his thrusts in strength and speed. The tightening in her womb and a throbbing began deep inside of her cunt. She pushed her hips against him trying to relieve the pressure.

“Remington…”

He nuzzled her neck as he continued to power into her. “Shhh. Just relax.”

She wanted to laugh at that but couldn’t get enough breath in her lungs to accomplish it. She hit her peak and balanced there until his next hard thrust. Her body convulsed, and a scream tore from her that sounded like a cry of relief. He continued to pound into her after she collapsed against the mattress, her arms dropped to her side.

Her eyes closed because she didn’t have the strength to keep them open, but she heard his deep groan of satisfaction. He lay over her, but he was careful to keep most of his weight off her chest so she could breathe.

Aryanna started to drift off when he kissed her lips and lifted himself off of her. She whimpered when his cock slid from her cunt, mostly because she felt so empty but also because she was a bit sore. A gush of liquid slid from her body. Her eyes popped open. Oh, my God. He hadn’t used a condom.

“What happens if I get pregnant?”

“Then we’d have a beautiful baby,” he said. “I’ll be right back.”

She turned to her side and adjusted the pillow, and crashed. She vaguely felt him between her legs again with a wet cloth but didn’t have the energy to fight him.

Remington got them situated and curled his body around hers.

“You’re mine forever, Lass, and you’ll never get away.”

She wanted to say she didn’t want to but just smiled and fell asleep.

Chapter Sixteen

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