She makes the move, pushing against my cock, and I groan when that sends the tip inching into her. “Fuck,” I growl as her hips arch against me. I take charge, grabbing the base of my cock and pressing slowly into her. It takes everything in me not to slam home and bury my thickness in her tight pussy. She doesn’t make it easy for my control as she writhes helplessly under me, whimpering against my mouth as she rolls her hips against mine. “Fuck baby, I’m trying not to hurt you.”
“I know,” she whispers, turning her mouth to kiss my jaw and chin like I’m the one who needs to be fucking soothed. “Don’t hold back. I’m not scared. I want this. I want you.”
Fuck!
“Hold on to me, baby. It’ll only hurt for a moment, but I’ll take care of you.”
“I know,” she says and when she pushes back to meet my eyes, I am floored by the trust I read in those pretty green eyes. There are no words that need to be exchanged between us, not when everything is clearly written on her face.
I grab her thigh and lift it to my waist. With my eyes locked on hers, I slam forward, tearing through the tight wall of her innocence. Her eyes widen in surprise, and her mouth opens with a cry as I bury myself in her tightness.
Knowing that she was untouched and experiencing it are two different things. I’m not prepared for the range of emotions that settle in my chest. More emotions than I have ever felt for any other person before.
“You’re so tight,” I growl, locking my muscles before I can start fucking into her. “Are you okay, baby?”
She nods, but I spot the tears in her eyes. "Hurts," she whimpers, but she’s smiling at me. “I… you’re so big. I feel you… everywhere.” She lifts her hips a little, moaning at the movement. “Oh God, it feels good.”
I study her face as I roll my hips to test the connection, and I see the mix of discomfort and pleasure cross her face. I keep my eyes on hers as I pull back before gently sliding back into her, groaning when her pussy clamps hard around me. Her gasp rings through the room, and I feel a shudder pass through her.
“Christ, baby. You’re so beautiful. So perfect! You feel so good.” I keep my eyes on her as I rock shallowly into her, drinking up every emotion that crosses her expression. I watch her until I’m sure she’s ready for me. Then, I pull back and slam into her. She cries out, back arching off the bed and those dazed eyes fluttering closed.
“No, look at me.”
Her eyes snap open and lock on mine as I start pounding into her, groaning as her pussy contracts and releases around my throbbing shaft. “I want you to see the man claiming your tight little pussy. Claiming you!”
“Oh God.”
“You’re mine,” I grind, driving my cock so hard into her that the petals on the bed start flying around us. “Every inch of this gorgeous body belongs to me!”
“Yours,” she sobs, nails dragging down my back, bruising my skin in their move to mark and claim me in return. I don’t take my eyes off her as I fuck her, not even when the thrusts turn feral and white spots threaten to blind me.
Her cries ring into the room, her hips lifting to meet mine. Her gorgeous eyes grow dazed. “Oh God,” she sobs, clinging to me as I drive my cock deep into her sex, fucking her fast and hard until I feel the familiar tug at the base of my spine. I’m so fucking close, and there’s no fucking way I’ll be able to hold back this time.
I drop my hand between us and stroke her clit in fast circles. She screams and her pussy clamps hard around me, back arching off the bed as I hammer into her through the orgasm.
“Matteo,” she sobs, thrashing under me through the climax, her pussy tightening around my cock. Lost in her orgasm, she’s the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.
My own climax tears through me, and I growl as my tense muscles release against her, heavy spurts of my seed flooding her clenching pussy. I bury my face into her hair and rock fast into her, burying myself deep inside of her, surrendering in her arms in ways I never have with another woman. She clings to me through it all, her thighs trembling by my sides. My chest heaves as I press deeper into her tight channel, pouring everything into her.
Marking her.
Finally claiming my bride in every way.
“My precious,” I rasp, kissing her neck and cheeks, too lost in the feel of her. “Tesoro mio.”
My cock jerks one last time and my muscles lose tension. I drop on top of her, my breathing labored as I revel in the softness of her body. There may be no love between us, but at least I know one aspect of our marriage will be perfect. How could I ever want anyone else after her?
"I think I'm going to need to breathe sometime soon," she says, her voice muffled in my shoulder. I chuckle as I push back to look at her. There is a serene look on that gorgeous face that has me leaning forward to kiss her forehead and cheek. She whines when I pull out of her before rolling to the side.
“I’ll get hard again if I stay inside of you.”
She’s quiet for a moment before she says quietly. “I… I wouldn’t mind that.”
I turn to look at her, but her eyes are fixed on the ceiling. “You’ll be very sore tomorrow, Sofia,” I say, reaching out to trace a hand between her breasts, my mouth watering with the need to taste the beaded nipples. Fuck, my cock is already hardening again. "You should rest tonight.”
Sofia shakes her head and turns, biting her lip as she stares at me. "Isn't there another wedding tradition where you're not allowed to sleep?"
My blood fires up again, and my cock hardens to full mast. "Are you this big on traditions?" I ask, leaning forward and taking her left nipple between my lips, suckling at the bud until she starts moaning again. "Do traditions matter this much to you?"
