My juices drip down my thighs as he presses his fingers inside me, fucking both holes with slow precision. I lean into him as he moves and he slips another finger in, stretching me. “Oh, my fucking God,” I moan as the pain-pleasure sensation mixes inside me. Another finger, and I cry out his name.How can this feel this good?
“I’m… I’m so close,” I moan. He slaps my ass hard, bringing tears to my eyes.
“No, you’re not,” he says breathlessly. “You don’t come until I tell you. You understand me?”
I have to bite my lip to try to push it away. He slaps me again.
“Do you understand?” He says it firmly.
“Yes,” I moan desperately.
“Yes,what?”
“Yes, Daddy!”
He grants me the courtesy of slowing down, his low rumbling moans filling the room. “Such a fucking good girl. Your pretty little asshole’s all stretched out for me.”
I love the way he praises me. I smile back at him as he uses his free hand to rub my ass lovingly. “Turn over, baby girl.”
He releases me from his grip to allow me to roll over. He looks down at me, his eyes devouring my body silently. He leans over me, his arm wrapping around my back and he pulls me up onto him. I straddle him as his cock slips inside me again. He holds my ass while he kisses me, fucking me in long, slow strokes.
“You’re all mine,” he whispers. Then he grabs my waist and lifts me up. The head of his cock slips back and presses against my asshole.
“Go slow,” I tell him. I hold onto him as he pushes himself inside me, lowering me at the same time. The slow pressure turns to pain and I wince, digging my nails into him. He pauses.
“Relax,” he says. “Just let go, baby. I’ve got you.” I whimper uncertainly in response. “Trust me, baby. I’ll never hurt you.”
I listen and relax my body. He pushes himself deep inside me and it’s like heaven. As he starts to thrust, I can only hold onto him, shaky gasps coming out of me.
“That’s my girl,” he croons. “Take it, baby. Take it all.”
He thrusts harder, and it’s like something breaks open inside me. The moan that comes out is rough, all animal passion. Heleans into my chest, his teeth biting my nipple. I hold his head to me, my fingers in his hair and my head falling back.
“I can’t… hold it…” I manage to say. I’m going to come. I can’t stop it. My body is betraying me.
He fucks me harder, his hands spreading my ass cheeks. “Let go, my love,” he moans into my breasts. “Come apart for me.”
I do. It washes over me like a wave and I come. My body shivers as he holds me, still fucking my ass.
His arms wrapped around me, he lays me back onto the bed. Still inside me, he lifts and spreads my legs, his fingers caressing my swollen clit. I grab the sheets, the waves of my orgasm rising again.
I come and it’s glorious. I feel his hands pin me down as he thrusts deep inside me until I feel his cum fill my ass. With a rough moan, he kisses me, his tongue finding mine and covering it with soft caresses.
“God, I love you,” he says.
“I love you,” I whimper. “I love you, Roman.”
We barely makeit to the church on time. I rush through the main sanctuary where I’ll be married, blowing past all the white flowers and chairs and up the staircase where I’ll be making my appearance. It all looks so beautiful.
As soon as I rush into the dressing room, everyone’s in a panic. “Oh, my God, where were you all morning?” Natasha says. She leads me to my dress without letting me answer.
My body still feels him, but it always does after we make love. It’s like his way of staying with me whenever we have to be apart. At least after today, we won’t ever be apart anymore. Every morning, I get to wake up next to him.
I get into my dress quickly with Natasha’s help. It’s all lace and crystals, a mermaid design that fits me tight around the waist and hips and flares out at the bottom. It must have taken me ages to find it. I had been around to every wedding shop in town until Roman got wind of my search. He immediately set me up with a woman who is friends with the Bratva—Magda, elderly with crooked hands and speaking only Russian. I was able to get her to make a dress that was exactly the thing I wanted… with help from Natasha’s translation, that is.
The dress is finally on and I turn to look at it in the mirror. My hair still needs to be done. It’s still a little mussed from this morning. And I still need makeup… but oh, my God. I’m so beautiful.
“Wow,” Natasha says, her hand on her chest. “Roman is going to freak when he sees you. Hope he’s ready to break down in front of all his brothers.”
