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“You don’t have to be scared,” I told her. I reached out and traced the outline of her cheek. “I’m not going to hurt you.” It wasn’t entirely true. Losing her virginity was going to hurt.

“I can’t,” Sasha said.

I sighed. This was starting to bore me. While I had no intention of being a soft, vanilla husband, I supposed I could fake it for one night. Reaching down, I hoisted Sasha up into my arms.

“What are you doing?” she asked. If possible, her eyes got even wider, and her breathing came out quicker.

“I didn’t carry you over the threshold,” I told her simply as I moved towards the room. Sasha didn’t want to have sex, but we didn’t have a choice. It was clear that no one explained that to her.

Laying her gently on the bed, I couldn’t help but admire her form. Sasha was beautiful. There was no denying that. And though I couldn’t even remember her middle name, my dick knew that it wanted to shatter her innocence.

I crawled towards her. “I’m not going to do anything you don’t want me to,” I told her. I ran my hands up her milk thigh. I wasn’t lying. We needed to consummate our marriage, but I wouldn’t do it if Sasha were unwilling.

I suspected that I could make her pliant.

“I already told you I didn’t want to,” Sasha said. I pressed a light kiss to her shoulder. “You haven’t even tried it yet.”

She snorted. “This isn’t broccoli,” she retorted.

I leaned down and licked her nipple without warning. A gasp escaped her lips, and I smiled.

“I wouldn’t compare sex to vegetables,” I told her.

My fingers toyed with the edge of her panties. I was moving fast, but I knew that if I gave Sasha too much time to think, we would be here all night, and when her father’s men came to check, they’d realize she was as untouched as she ever was.

“It doesn’t matter what you would compare it to,” she said.

This time I reached out and toyed with her nipple. I rubbed the little bud between my fingers, watching as it went from pink to rosy red. I was eager to pull upon it and introduce my wife to a little bit of pain. But I knew she wasn’t ready for that, not yet.

“You’ve never been touched,” I told her. “You don’t know what to compare it to.”

I watched Sasha closely. Her throat bobbed up and down, and I could tell that she wasn’t quite sure what she wanted to say.

“Have you ever had an orgasm?” I asked. I couldn’t stop myself. I wondered if Sasha had ever pressed her fingers to herself in the quiet of her bedroom.

“What?” she asked. Her eyes, which had become hooded from my ministrations, shot open.

I released her nipple and grabbed her hand. I brought her finger to mouth, swirling my tongue upon the digit before releasing it. “Have you ever touched yourself?” I asked, as I brought her finger down between the apex of her thighs.

Sasha’s eyes widened comically as I maneuvered her finger to her clit. “Have you?” I asked once. Sasha’s breathing had quicken, but this time, I knew it was because of pleasure. I smiled to myself as I leaned down to suck one of her nipples into my mouth. I swirled my tongue over it before biting it slightly.

Sasha gasped at the action, and her thighs spread a little further. I wasn’t typically one for this much foreplay, but I also hadn’t ever been with a virgin.

Even I had to admit there was something heady about introducing Sasha to sex.

I placed a kiss on the tip of Sasha’s breast before sliding my tongue down her body. She was pliant now, the sensations wracking her body getting her out of her head. I smiled against her skin. It was time to take things up a notch.

“Has anyone ever tasted you?” I asked. I was face to face with the thin silk underwear she’d been wearing under that ridiculous dress. That dress hadn’t done her any favors.

“No,” Sasha said. She gasped as I did just that. I licked the fabric covering her pussy until I could see the outline of her lips through the silk. My actions caused Sasha to cry out and grip my hair. I smiled as I nibbled on her clit.

I hadn’t planned on doing much more with my wife tonight than fucking her and consummating our marriage. I hadn’t expected to introduce her to sex. But as her thighs closed around my head, and I felt her thighs trembling with the first flush of orgasm, I couldn’t deny how much enjoyment I was deriving from this.

I pulled away just as Sasha’s breathing started to hitch higher and higher, signaling her orgasm was approaching.

“What?” she asked. She looked dazed as her blue eyes looked down at me. “Why did you stop?”

I reached down and snatched her underwear off her body. She gasped at my actions, her eyes widening at the brutality of them. Sasha started to close her legs, but I reached between her thighs and spread them wider.

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