Page 19 of Bratva Queen

He kissed me deeply, and I sensed the slightly metallic taste of my own womanhood. He used his fingers to massage my pussy, opening me up, pushing his finger deep into me again, and curling it inside. It felt so good, and soon I was moaning again.

I pulled my legs wide for him and watched as he pumped his dick slowly with his hand. I noticed a little droplet right on the tip and wondered if he was already coming. What was that about? But when he rubbed the thick head along my slit, all thoughts melted away.

He pressed his forehead against mine and whispered sweet nothings to me as he held my thighs open and pushed forward into me. It was painful, and it burned.

“Ah! It—it hurts,” I told him.

“It will, my love, the first time. I promise it will feel good soon.” He moved his hips slowly back and forth, pulling out and pushing back in. “Relax your body, Isabel.”

I did as I was told, and truly, to my surprise, it did start to feel good. “Oh…” I said breathily. “Oh, yes…”

“Fuck, baby,” he moaned and moved faster.

It stung, but overall, I felt the heat build inside of me. It was like I desired him deep within me, but still hurt around the lips on the outside. I guessed it was to be expected.

“Oh, God, you’re so fucking tight!” he groaned.

I felt my orgasm build, and to my sudden surprise, shocking waves of pleasurable heat rushed through me. “Oh, yes! Oh, Stepan! Yes!”

I felt myself clenching around his wide girth and honestly wondered if it was possible for him to get stuck inside of me with the way it felt like such a tight fit. But no sooner had I thought that, when he quickly pulled out of me and wrapped his fingers around his engorged dick, pumping it fast. I watched as he burst all over my stomach, breathing deeply, shuddering violently.

“Fuck… Isabel… You are a goddess… You are…” he shuddered again, “fucking perfect.”

I smiled, still catching my breath and absolutely drained of energy. After Stepan cleaned me up and removed my heels for me, I slept in his strong arms all night.

It turned out, he really was the perfect man to take my virginity.

Chapter8

Aleksei

“You have no fucking idea how tight this pussy was, boys,” Stepan bragged, and my blood boiled.

We were in the bar inside the Koslov house—rather, the mansion that spanned three townhouses on one of the main streets of the inner-city block. Stepan had invited not only a few of his own bratva men, but some associates as well to share a drink with him tonight.

He had something to celebrate.

“She spread those thick thighs for me like she’d die if I didn’t stick it in her right then!”

The men roared with laughter, while I ground my teeth so hard, I feared they might chisel away.

“And here’s the best part,” Stepan leaned forward, meeting the eyes of every man around him, “she was a fuckingvirgin.”

My stomach dropped in cold dread.

No. No, Isabel… You couldn’t have been.

The men cheered for Stepan, some of them getting up to slap him on the back. Fresh tots of whiskey were poured, and conversation buzzed as the men compared stories about their girlfriends, wives, and mistresses. Stepan couldn’t shut up about Isabel, though.

“Oh my God, the way those round tits bounced as I—”

I couldn’t take it. Quietly, I slipped out of the room and walked all the way to the opposite side of the house where my bedroom was.

Since it was originally three townhouses, it had separated spaces. One side was for Stepan’s living quarters with his office and bar. Then there was the middle, a large entertainment area for guests, and then the opposite side with the kitchen, service rooms, and staff rooms.

I slammed the door behind me and scrunched my fingers into my hair, nearly pulling it out. My eyes squeezed shut.

She was a virgin. Of course. She was so young, and she was saving up for college. She was a good girl, until life diminished her opportunities and forced her into that fucking club.

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