Page 112 of Beautiful Agony

She sucks hard, cleaning every trace of myself from my fingers while her hips buck against my mouth. The sensation of her mouth and clenching pussy drives me wild. I press my tongue deeper, savoring her taste as I let her coat my chin.

I stare up at Lacey from between her trembling thighs. Her amber-flecked eyes lock with mine, dark with desire as she sucks my fingers clean. Her cheeks hollow with each pull of her lips, and the sight makes my cock twitch with renewed vigor.

Sweat glistens on her flushed skin, making strands of blonde hair cling to her neck and temples.

Her delicate fingers weave through my hair, nails scraping my scalp as she pulls me closer against her dripping pussy. The movement sends another flood of her arousal coating my chin. I maintain eye contact, watching her pupils dilate further as my tongue works deeper inside her.

She moans around my fingers. Her thighs quiver against my shoulders as her hips rise to meet my mouth. The way she responds to every flick of my tongue and every kiss of my lips. It drives me wild knowing that only I can make her fall apart like this.

Her pussy clench around my tongue. She's close—I can sense it in the way she tastes. I can feel it in the desperate buck of her hips. Still, she doesn't break our gaze, even as her body trembles on the edge of release.

Her beauty is breathtaking.

Not just the physical perfection of her curves or the way her blonde hair catches the light, but the fierce spirit that burns within her.

My heart swells with pride seeing how far she's come since that first day at Mrs. Klossner's. Back then, she tried so hard to hide her inner fire, to make herself small for a world that never deserved her.

Now that same fire blazes freely, warming everyone around her with its light.

She's transformed from someone who thought she needed to beg for scraps of love into a woman who knows her own worth. A queen who commands respect not through fear like Sayanaa, but through the strength of her convictions and the depth of her compassion.

My cock throbs painfully as I think about how she stood up to Freddy, how she faced down Olga, and how she refused to let Sayanaa break her.

Even now, pregnant with our daughter, she's ready to walk into danger to protect others. The thought of potentially losing her terrifies me more than anything I've ever

“Can you feel it?” she whimpers, her fingers tightening in my hair. “Can you feel just how wet this pussy is for you?”

I smile against her wet flesh, knowing that no matter how much she begs me to fuck her like a whore, I'll always worship her like the goddess she is. Because that's what she deserves—what she's always deserved, even when the world tried to convince her otherwise.

“I’m going to come for you…” she mews. “Just for you.”

She may want me to dominate her body, but her spirit remains unbreakable. And that makes me love her even more fiercely.

“Oh fuck! Oh fuck! FUCK!”

I feel her inner walls clench around my tongue as her orgasm hits. Her thighs lock around my head while her back arches off the bed. She releases my fingers with a cry, and I groan against her pussy as I drink in every drop of her essence.

My hand finds her breast, feeling the increased fullness from her pregnancy. I roll her hardened nipple between my fingers as she writhes beneath me, prolonging her pleasure. Her moans seem to echo in our bedroom.

"Vadim..." she pants as the tremors begin to subside. "Please... I can't wait anymore..."

I continue lapping at her sensitive flesh, savoring how she twitches with each pass of my tongue. My fingers knead her breast more firmly, drawing another breathy moan from her perfect lips.

"I need you." she begs again, her voice thick with desire. "I need your cock.”

Her words send a surge of possessive hunger through me. I give her pussy one final kiss before looking up at her flushed face. Her amber-flecked eyes are dark with want as she meets my gaze.

"Please," she whispers again. "Make me come for you again…”

The raw need in her voice matches the ache in my chest. I want nothing more than to bury myself inside her, to claim her completely. To show her with my body what my heart already knows—that she's mine, just as I am completely hers.

“As my queen commands," I growl against her thigh, meaning every word. Because that's what she is—my queen, my salvation, my everything.

I kiss my way up Lacey's perfect body, letting my lips linger over the gentle swell of her stomach where our daughter grows. The thought of her carrying my child fills me with fierce protectiveness and overwhelming love.

My mouth finds her breasts, still marked with traces of my earlier release. The taste of myself mixed with the salt of her skin is like an aphrodisiac. She arches into my touch as I worship her flesh, savoring how pregnancy has made her even more sensitive, more beautiful.

When I finally reach her lips, she kisses me deeply, our tongues dancing as we share the taste of each other's pleasure. Her soft moan vibrates against my mouth, and fills my heart with renewed hunger.

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