Page 8 of Mafia Princess

“Keep them open,” I ordered. “I want to see you.”

Once more, Sasha obeyed, and I couldn’t stop myself from licking my lips as I thought about having the Petrov princess under my thumb.

Reaching down, I undid my fly, pulling my hard cock out. It was practically standing at attention.

“I don’t think I can do this,” she breathed out. There was fear in her voice even as her skin trembled from the orgasm I had denied her.

I reached down and tickled her clit. I wanted her to remember the sensations I could elicit from her body.

“Don’t think,” I told her. “Just feel.”

Sasha said nothing, but as I leaned down towards her, I knew that she was scared. I didn’t allow myself to care too much. I didn’t want to traumatize my new wife, but that was purely selfish.

Reaching down, I placed my dick at her entrance, trying not to groan as her wet heat sucked at me. Sasha might be innocent, but her pussy was practically dripping with want as I worked my dick inside of her.

“I don’t think this is going to work,” she moaned. “I feel too full.”

I smirked against her skin before I surged forward. I knew that my actions did hurt. I felt her tear as I took the last vestiges of her innocence. But it wouldn’t hurt for long.

Sasha was mine now, and there was nothing that she could do to change that.