But not yet.
She’s innocent, and I’m not some animal who takes without asking. I have to wait until she’s ready. Her first time has to be on her terms.
I picture her pussy, pink, untouched, dripping for me.
I’ll be gentle. I’ll make it good.
But I’ll also ruin her for anyone else, because she’smine.
My strokes turn brutal, hips jerking into my fist.
My virgin wife. I’m going to fill that tight little pussy so full she’ll feel me for days.
I’m going to fuck her so good, she’ll beg me to put a baby inside her, despite the clause being out of the contract. She’ll beg me to breed her.
The orgasm hits like a gunshot. I roar, low and guttural, cum shooting across the shower wall in thick ropes. It keeps coming, pulse after pulse, until my knees almost buckle. I lean my forehead against the cool tile, breathing hard as I watch the water wash my seed away. My cock is still half-hard, greedy bastard.
It wants more.Wants her.
I shut off the water, towel myself dry roughly, and wrap it low around my hips. Water drips from my hair onto my shoulders asI step out of the bathroom and into the dim bedroom. The only light is from the city bleeding through the half-closed blinds.
But it’s enough light for me to spot her.
I freeze.
My wife sits on the edge of the bed, knees pressed together. She’s wearing one of my t-shirts. It swallows her. The hem brushing her bare thighs.
Her dark hair is loose and messy from our kitchen make out, lips still a little red. She’s twisting her fingers in her lap, but when she looks up at me, her eyes are steady. Determined.
“I’m ready,” she says, voice soft but clear. No hesitation. “Alexei… I want this. I want you.”
Something feral and protective uncoils in my chest. I cross the room in three strides, stopping just in front of her, towering over her slight frame.
She’s not wearing a bra, and if she skipped her panties, too, my towel is the only thing between us. My cock is already twitching back to life under it.
I cup her chin, tilting her face up so I can see those blue eyes properly. “You sure,Roza? Once I start, I won’t stop. I’ll be your first. Your only. You understand what that means to a man like me?”
She nods, cheeks flushing deeper. “This is what I want. Please.”
I exhale, long and slow, trying to leash the beast inside.
She’s my wife. Virgin.
Mine to cherish, even if this started as a transaction.
I sink to my knees between her legs, the towel pulling tight across my thighs. My hands slide up her bare skin—soft, so fucking soft—and I push the t-shirt higher until it bunches at her hips.
No panties. I swallow hard.
“Look at you,” I murmur, voice thick. “Sitting here waiting for me, bare and ready. My brave girl.” I lean in and kiss the inside of her thigh, slow and open-mouthed.
She trembles. I can smell her sweet arousal already, and it makes my mouth water. “I’m going to take such good care of this pretty virgin pussy. You’re going to come on my tongue first,Roza. Then on my fingers. Then on my cock. You tell me if it’s too much,da?”
“Okay,” she whispers, breath hitching as I nudge her thighs wider.
I settle in like I’m praying, forehead pressed to her stomach for a second, breathing her sweet scent in. Then I drag my tongue up her slit in one long, slow lick.
She jolts, a tiny gasp escaping.
