Page 36 of Beautiful Agony

I throwmy head back as Lacey's lips close around me. My fingers tangle in her soft hair, tightening instinctively as pleasure courses through my body. Her delicate hands rise to grip my tensed muscles, pressing against my skin with just enough pressure to drive me wild, and I feel myself trembling under her touch.

"Zvyozdochka," I breathe. The warmth of her mouth is intoxicating, making it difficult to form coherent thoughts. I force my eyes open to look down at her, needing to see her. The sight of her nearly undoes me.

My beautiful wife. My redemption. My everything.

She responds by increasing her tempo, her head bobbing up and down faster and faster.

Her touch sends waves of pleasure coursing through me, making my muscles clench as I fight to maintain control.

My breath comes in ragged gasps. I tighten my grip in her hair, torn between pulling her away and drawing her closer.

I want to maintain control, to be gentle with her. But she clearly wants to make me lose myself completely. My legs tremble as pleasure builds, threatening to overwhelm me.

The sight of her like this—so determined, so focused on bringing me pleasure—makes my heart race even faster.

Every touch, every movement brings me closer to the edge. I struggle to hold back, to prolong this exquisite torture. But Lacey's relentless attention makes it nearly impossible to think clearly.

"Zvyozdochka.” My voice is barely audible through my labored breathing. "You're going to be the death of me."

She hums in response, the vibration sending another jolt of pleasure through my body and I try desperately to cling to some semblance of control.

Little moans and whimpers vibrate around me, each one sends another jolt of pleasure straight through my body. Her breathing grows heavier, more ragged, matching my own desperate pants and groans.

The room is filled with the wet obscene sounds of her mouth as it slurps my cock. Blood pounds at my ears, almost loud enough to drown out everything but her.

She pulls back slightly with a soft pop, letting out a long, drawn-out moan that makes my thighs tremble before she looks up, and takes me deeper.

"Fuck," I curse breathlessly, and what remaining shreds of control threatens to shatter.

Her fingernails scrape lightly against my skin. Every gasp and groan that escapes my lips seems to spur her on, making her movements more determined, more intense.

Her other hand reaches between my thighs, cups my balls, and gives them a gentle squeeze. I try and breathe through it, but I know I'm reaching my end.

"Lacey…" I gasp. But it's useless.

My release hits me like a thunderbolt.

My vision blurs as pleasure courses through my body in waves. My fingers tighten in her hair and I spill down her throat. Each pulse leaves my legs shaking.

Through the haze of my climax, I force my eyes to stay open, needing to see her. Lacey's amber-flecked eyes lock with mine, bright with triumph. She doesn't break our gaze, her throat working steadily, as she swallows every drop loudly for me to hear.

The corners of her eyes crinkle into that smile I've come to love so much. Even with her mouth full of my cock, I can see her victory written across her face. She's won this round, and she knows it.

My beautiful, stubborn wife. Always finding ways to break through my control.

My breathing gradually steadies as the last tremors of pleasure fade. Still, she doesn't release me, continuing to suck gently until I'm completely spent.

Lacey's lips finally release me. She rises on her tiptoes, pressing her soft curves against me as she captures my mouth in a deepkiss. The taste of her pleasure mixes with mine into a heady cocktail that's purelyus—salty, sticky, and intoxicating.

My hand cups her face as our tongues dance, memorizing this moment of perfect connection as I savor her tongue, her mouth, her lips.

Delicate fingers find my cock again, fingers wrapping around my sensitive flesh. I gasp into her mouth at the overwhelming sensation, my hips jerking involuntarily. The mix of pleasure and almost-pain makes my head spin, but I don't want her to stop.

She guides me backward until my knees hit the edge of our bed. I let her pull me down onto the mattress, following her lead as she opens herself beneath me.

Her hand never stops its steady stroking, and I feel myself beginning to harden again under her expert touch.

When she breaks our kiss, I open my eyes to find her staring up at me with raw desire burning in those amber-flecked depths. I see my own need reflected back at me in them.

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