Page 90 of Beautiful Agony

When the pulses finally slow, I ease back but keep him in my mouth. My tongue swirls around his sensitive head, savoring his taste as I clean him thoroughly with gentle strokes. His thighs tremble under my hands, and I hear his breath catch at the continued stimulation.

"Such an insatiable cumslut I've married," Vadim growls, his voice rough and possessive. "Not willing to waste even a single drop."

Heat blooms across my skin at his words. My core throbs with renewed need. I keep my eyes locked on his as I take him back into my mouth, determined to make him hard again.

Insatiable? I'll show him insatiable.

His breath hitches as my tongue starts to trace circles around his sensitive head.

"Oh fuck," he groans. "Zvyozdochka..."

Pride surges through me at the way his composure crumbles. This man, this dangerous, powerful pakhan who strikes fear into the hearts of his enemies is completely at my mercy. His thighs tremble under my hands as I feel him growing harder in my mouth again.

The sounds escaping him grow louder, more desperate. Each moan sends fresh waves of arousal through me.

His head tilts back, throat exposed to moan loudly as his whole body trembles under my relentless attention. His fingers tighten almost painfully in my hair as I continue my merciless assault with lips and tongue.

"Look at me," I command, pulling away. My throat sore from use and voice firm with authority.

His eyes snap to mine, dark with need. The way he obeys so quickly sends a thrill through me.

My hand wraps around his cock, still slick with my saliva, and I start stroking him at a punishing pace.

The wet sounds of my hand working his length fill the room, punctuated by his desperate groans. Power courses through me at having this dangerous man completely at my mercy.

"Who owns this cock?" I ask again, my voice commanding as my fist tightens around his length. "Say it louder."

"You do,zvyozdochka" he groans, head tilting back. "Always you. Only you."

"And what does that make you?" I demand, slowing my strokes to a torturous pace.

His breath catches. "Yours."

Pride surges through me at having this dangerous man completely at my mercy.

I lean forward, letting my breath ghost over his balls, heavy and hard as they fill with cum while my hand continues its steady rhythm.

His only response is a desperate groan as I dip my head lower, letting my tongue trace delicate patterns around his smooth balls while my hand maintains its relentless pace.

I trace my tongue over the delicate skin, savoring how full and heavy they feel against my lips and tongue. His arousal coats my fingers and runs down my hand as I continue stroking, each glide smooth and effortless.

He's making it clear: I'm in control now.

The thought makes me moan around him. I switch my attention to his other side, giving it the same thorough treatment while my hand never stops pumping his cock.

I take one firm orb into my mouth, rolling it gently with my tongue while my hand maintains its steady rhythm. His fingers tighten but he doesn't try to direct my movements anymore.

"Zvyozdochka.” His voice lengthens into a long-sustained moan as I suck.

His hips buck slightly but he continues to hold himself in check, even as I strip every last bit of control from him.

My fingers squeeze gently around the thick shaft as I continue lavishing attention on his balls with my tongue. The taste of his skin, the weight of him in my mouth, the way his powerful body trembles under my touch—it's intoxicating.

This man who commands an empire is letting me reduce him to desperate sounds and trembling muscles.

I gaze up at him, satisfaction coursing through me at the way he trembles even though I'm the one on my knees. His chest heaves with ragged breaths as he watches me with dark, desperate eyes.

"Please," he groans, the word catching in his throat. "Zvyozdochka, please..."

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