Chapter 6 First Claiming
ALEXEI
Istand under the ice-cold spray of the shower, water pounding against my shoulders like fists from a rival crew. My cock is so hard it aches, thick and heavy in my fist, the vein along the underside pulsing with every stroke.
Fuck.
My wife, who just melted against me in the kitchen, her tongue tentative and sweet, her small hands fisting my shirt like she was afraid I’d disappear. She’s never been with another man.
When I claim her, I’ll be her first.
Her only. I’ll make sure of it.
I grip myself tighter, thumb swiping over the leaking head, spreading precum down my shaft. She’s mine. Legally, sure, but I didn’t expect this.
Didn’t expect her to be untouched. The thought of being the first man to sink inside that tight virgin pussy makes my balls draw up tight.
“Roza,” I growl under the water, voice rough as gravel. My hand flies faster, slick sounds echoing off the tile. I imagine her on her knees right here, those pretty lips stretched around my cock, learning how to take every inch because she belongs to me now.
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’s mine.
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 as I 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.
Fuck, she tastes like heaven. I groan against her, the sound vibrating into her pussy, and she moans, her juices drenching my mouth.
I savor her taste. “So wet, already. All for me. My wife’s sweet little cunt is dripping down her thighs.”
I lick her again, firmer this time, parting her folds with my tongue. Her clit is swollen, peeking out like it’s begging. I circle it, suck it gently between my lips, and her hands fly to my damp hair, gripping tight. “Alexei, I’ve never…I don’t know…”
“That’s it,” I rumble against her pussy, the words muffled. “Hold on to me. Let me hear you.” I slide one thick finger along her entrance, teasing, not pushing in yet.
She’s so tight I can feel the resistance even there.
Virgin.
The word echoes in my head like a drug. I lap at her clit faster, adding just the tip of my finger. Her hips rock against my face, chasing pleasure.
I pull back just enough to look up at her. Her eyes are glassy, lips parted. “You’re doing so good, Roza. Such a good girl for your husband. This pussy is mine now. Say it.”
“It’s yours,” she pants. “Alexei, please, more.”
I give her more. Two fingers this time, scissoring gently as I suck her clit hard.
She cries out, thighs shaking around my ears. I work her open slowly and carefully, feeling her walls flutter and clench. “Tight,” I growl. “So fucking tight. But I’m going to stretch you perfect for my cock, until you can take every inch, krasotka.”
Her back arches, a broken moan tearing from her throat as she comes and floods my tongue.
I don’t stop, licking her through it, drinking every drop until she’s whimpering and pushing at my head.
Only then do I pull back, lips shiny with her juices, and rise to my feet.
The towel drops. My cock springs free, heavy and flushed, the head glistening. Her eyes widen, flicking down to it, then back up to my face.
I climb onto the bed, caging her with my body, and peel the t-shirt off her completely. She lies back, naked and so beautiful with full breasts, pink tight nipples, a soft belly, and that glistening pussy I just devoured.
I kiss her mouth deep and slow, letting her taste herself on my tongue. “Beautiful,” I whisper against her lips. “My virgin wife. So perfect.”
She reaches down tentatively, small hand wrapping around my cock. I hiss, hips jerking. “Careful, baby. You keep touching me like that and I’ll come before I even get inside you.”
“I want to feel you,” she says, voice shy but hungry. She strokes me once, twice—inexperienced but eager.
It’s hotter than any hand job I’ve ever had.
I groan and gently pry her hand away, pinning it above her head with one of mine.
“Not yet. This is about you.” I kiss down her neck, sucking a mark just below her ear—mine, mine, mine—then take one nipple into my mouth.
I lave it, bite softly, while my free hand returns to between her legs.
Two fingers again, pumping slow and deep now that she’s slick and open from her first orgasm. She moans, hips rolling up to meet me.
“Alexei… I need…something…more,” she begs, voice cracking. “Please.”
I release her nipple with a wet pop and look down at her, searching her face.
There’s no fear there, just trust and want. My chest tightens.
This woman, forced into my life by debts and borders, is giving me something no one else ever has. I grab a pillow, slide it under her hips, and settle myself between her spread thighs.
My cock drags heavy along her pussy, the head nudging her clit.
She whimpers, and her head falls to the side.
“Eyes on me, Roza,” I command softly. “Want to watch your face when I make you mine.”
She nods, biting her lip. I notch the head at her entrance. It’s hot, slick, and impossibly tight as I push forward. Just the tip.
She gasps, eyes fluttering.
“Breathe, krasotka. Relax for me. Let me in.”
I rock my hips in tiny increments, feeding her another inch. Her walls grip me like a vice, fluttering around the intrusion. Sweat beads on my forehead from the effort of holding back. “Fuck, you’re squeezing me so good. Your tight pussy taking my cock so good. That’s my girl.”
Halfway in and she’s panting, nails digging into my shoulders. “It burns a little,” she admits with a whisper.
“I know, krasotka. I know.” I kiss her forehead, her cheeks, her mouth. “You’re doing so well. Just a little more.” I reach between us, thumb circling her clit, slow and steady.
She moans into my mouth, relaxing just enough for me to sink the rest of the way home.
We both groan when I bottom out, my balls pressed tight to her ass, buried to the hilt in the hottest, tightest heat I’ve ever felt. I stay there, not moving, just letting her adjust. My forehead drops to hers. “You feel that, Roza? My cock filling you up. No one else will ever know this. Only me.”
She nods, tears pricking the corners of her eyes, not from pain, I hope, but something deeper. “Alexei… I feel so full. Move. Please move.”
I pull out slow, almost all the way, then slide back in smooth and deep.
The wet sound of it, her arousal coating my shaft, turns me on so hard I groan from the effort of holding back.
“Good girl. Taking every inch. Look how your pussy stretches around me.” I keep the pace gentle but steady, hips rolling in deep strokes that drag against her clit.
Her moans get louder, and she wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me closer.
I release her pinned hand so I can brace myself better, one palm beside her head, the other gripping her hip.
“You like that? Like your husband’s cock fucking your virgin cunt nice and slow?
” The dirty words slip out, but I can’t help it.
I’ve never felt anything this fucking good. “Tell me, Roza. Tell me how it feels.”
“So good,” she whimpers. “Alexei, harder. I can take it.”
I groan and give her what she asks for, thrusting deeper, faster, but still controlled.
The bed creaks under us. Her breasts bounce with every stroke.
I lean down and suck a nipple into my mouth again, biting just hard enough to make her clench around me.
“Come on my cock, Roza. I want to feel this tight pussy milk me when you fall apart.”
Her second orgasm crashes over her without warning, back bowing, walls rippling and fluttering around my shaft like she’s trying to pull me deeper. She cries out my name, loud and broken, and I keep fucking her through it, drawing it out until she’s shaking.
I don’t stop. I can’t. Not yet. I sit back on my heels, pulling her hips up with me so her ass rests on my thighs. The new angle lets me watch as my thick cock disappearing into her pink folds, stretching her obscenely. “Look down, baby. Watch me fuck you.”
She props herself on her elbows, eyes wide as she sees it. “Oh fuck… Alexei.”
“All for you.” I grind my hips in circles, hitting her clit with every thrust. “Going to make you come again before I fill you up. You want that? Want your husband’s cum deep in this pussy?”
“Yes, ” she pants, falling back on the bed..
I reach down and rub her clit with my thumb, firm and fast, while I piston into her. Her third orgasm rips through her like lightning. She screams this time, pussy clamping down so hard I see stars.
I growl, chasing my own release now, strokes turning rougher, deeper. “That’s it. Take it. Take everything I give you.”
I come with a shout, burying myself to the hilt and flooding her with hot, thick spurts.
It feels endless, pulse after pulse painting her insides, claiming her completely.
I collapse over her, careful not to crush her, and kiss her through the aftershocks.
Our bodies are slick with sweat, hearts hammering together.
For long minutes we just breathe, my cock still buried inside her, softens slowly. I brush damp hair from her face, kissing her swollen lips, her eyelids, the tip of her nose. “You okay, Roza? Did I hurt you?”
Worry floods me until she shakes her head, smiling shyly. “No. It was… perfect. I didn’t know it would feel like that.”
Pride swells in my chest, hot and possessive. I ease out of her gently, both of us hissing at the loss. A trickle of my cum leaks from her well-fucked pussy. I swipe it up with my fingers and push it back inside. “Mine,” I murmur. “All of you.”
I roll us so she’s tucked against my side, her head on my chest. My hand strokes down her back, soothing. The Bratva enforcer who’s broken bones and buried bodies is gone for now. There’s only this, my wife, no longer a virgin, curled into me like she belongs here.
“You’re not just my wife on paper anymore,” I whisper into her hair. “You’re mine, Roza. In every way. And I’m going to spend our nights together, showing you how good it can be.”
She presses a kiss to my sternum, sleepy and sated. “I think I enjoy being yours, Alexei.”
I smile in the dark, already half-hard again just from the feel of her against me. We’ve got all night. I’ll take her again soon, maybe with her on top so she can learn to ride me. But for now, I hold her close, listening to her breathing slowing down as she falls asleep.
My Roza. This is the first of many nights I’ll make her scream my name.