Page 33 of His Disobedient Bride

No.

I didn’t want to sound ridiculous. I was a 27-year-old virgin, for God’s sake, an awkward, shy woman, embarrassed to have a body, to be alive.

He took off his shirt, revealing the lean muscles of his chest, a light dusting of silvery hair across his sculptured chest. I felt something twist and pulsate inside me, and wetness was slick on my thighs.

He sat down on the bed next to me and I felt my heartbeat increase.

“If you’re sure?” he asked again, and I nodded wordlessly.

Then he bent to kiss me.

His first kiss was cool and quick, releasing me almost as soon as his lips touched mine, but I felt it like a shiver through my body. I didn’t know what to do with my hands. I didn’t want to be too eager. I felt him move his body over mine, holding himself above me with one hand and putting the other on the side of my face. I couldn’t resist a little moan escaping my mouth, and I felt him respond, suddenly running his hand around the back of my neck and his kiss getting deeper.

I felt his tongue against mine, his hand gently opening my mouth wider.

I felt like my pussy was so hot and heavy, almost uncomfortable in how it burned and prickled at me, and I put my arms around his neck and pulled him closer to me.

He ran a hand down my chest, his thumb brushing over my nipple. I worried that he would think my breasts were too small, but I felt his tongue run over them and he didn’t seem to mind.

I felt like I couldn’t control myself as his tongue slowly circled around my nipple. I felt like everything I had ever wanted and desired was building up in me in a giant, irresistible explosion.

I clutched Frederik’s shoulder, gripping him tightly as he slowly began to move down my belly.

I felt his breath hot on my core and I felt a flush start across my chest. I knew from my research what the general expectation was here, but I didn’t expect his warm tongue to flick out and hit something that felt like the center of my need.

He flicked back and forth a few times, and I wiggled on the bed underneath him.

Then he pulled my pussy lips back and I gasped with the sensation, his breath playing over my lips and my clit and my warm, wet core.

Then he bent his head to my pussy and took my whole clit in his mouth and I cried out loudly, thrashing under him on the bed, the sensations feeling so intense that I didn’t think I could handle it.

Suddenly, without warning, the pressure was bursting in my core, and I felt my orgasm filling me, my pussy tightening around his fingers.

“That was fast,” Frederik said, and his breath sounded low and rough.

“More,” I gasped, reaching down to pull on his shoulders. “I want to feel you inside me.”

He wasn’t slow and deliberate now, stretching up to push my thighs apart. He kissed me again as I felt his dick at my entrance, the taste of my orgasm sweet on his lips.

I didn’t have any time to be frightened before he slammed his dick deep inside me.

There’s a sharp pop of pain as he thrusts inside me, but it almost immediately moves into throbbing, pulsing pleasure.

I curve my fingers into Frederik’s hair, tightening my hold on him.

“Yes, please,” I whimper in his ear, and then I feel the rest of his body stiffen.

I gasp as he suddenly flips me over onto my belly, slamming his dick into me, his hands tight on me.

The sudden savagery, the deep thrusts don’t make me afraid. Instead, they fill me with such intense pressure that it feels like my whole body is being twisted and torn at the rack.

“Frederik,” I squawk ungracefully, trying to raise my head, not knowing what I want, just dying under the pressure, and he growled at me, putting a hand on the back of my head and grinding me into the bed.

“Be a good girl and come for me.”

I cry out as the pressure reaches a fever pitch, then it bursts, hard, in my core, and a feeling of pleasure like I’ve never experienced before is searing through my skin and filling my whole body.

I feel my husband’s body pulse and then his hands tighten painfully on me and he shudders into me.

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