Page 56 of Beautiful Agony

"Mmm," she moans around my length, the sound muffled but unmistakably pleased. Her hips buck against my mouth, seeking more contact, more pressure, more of everything I'm giving her.

Her mouth works me faster, hungrier, matching the intensity of my own attentions to her sex. We feed off each other's pleasure in an endless loop of mounting desire.

Her delicate fingers join her mouth, one hand wrapping around my base while the other gently massages my balls.

Each stroke is perfectly timed with the bobbing of her head, creating a rhythm that threatens to shatter my control.

Suddenly her body tenses. She spits out my cock with a gasp, her head thrashing from side to side as her orgasm tears through her.

"Vadim! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!Vadim!" Her thighs clamp around my head as she comes, but I don't let up. I keep my mouth locked on her pussy, my tongue working her through every wave of pleasure.

Her cries echo off the walls as she writhes in my arms, her hands now gripping the sheets instead of my cock. The taste of her arousal floods my mouth as she comes. I growl with satisfaction against her sensitive flesh and continue feasting on her, drinking in every drop of her pleasure while she shudders and moans.

I lay Lacey back on the bed, and take in the sight of her. Her lips are swollen and red, saliva and precum glistening and ruining her makeup. Her golden hair is wild, tangled, and matted.

The flush of arousal spreads from her cheeks down her neck to her heaving breasts. Her nipples harden into tight peaks. Her fingers dive between her legs, rubbing them to tease out tiny little moans from the back of her throat.

"You look like a real whore now," I growl, running my thumb across her lower lip.

Her eyes flutter open, and she parts those perfect lips, tongue darting out to trace them.

"What are you going to do next?" Her voice is hoarse from taking me deep in her throat.

I climb on the bed, grip her thighs, and spread them wide to expose her glistening pussy.

"What do you think,zvyozdochka? I'm going to fuck you like a whore."

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LACEY

Vadim entersme in one smooth thrust, and I gasp as my body trembles at the exquisite fullness. His thick length stretches me deliciously as he buries himself to the hilt.

I clench around him instinctively, drawing a groan from his throat.

"Is this how you're supposed to fuck whores?" I whisper, my hands fisting in the sheets. "All slow and soft and gentle?"

He starts with slow, deliberate strokes that make every nerve ending sing. Each thrust sends waves of pleasure coursing through me. I push back against him, wanting more, needing more.

"Harder," I beg. "Make me feel it."

His hands grip my hips tighter as he picks up the pace. The sound of skin against skin fills the room along with our mingled breaths and moans.

"Like this?" he growls, snapping his hips sharply.

"Yes!" I cry out. "Just like that. Don't stop."

My entire body rocks with the force of his thrusts now. I can feel him so deep inside me, hitting that perfect spot over and over. The pleasure builds higher and higher with each stroke.

"More," I plead. "Please, Vadim. Fuck me like a whore!"

He obliges, driving into me with renewed vigor. One hand slides up my back to tangle in my hair, using the grip to arch me how he wants me. The new angle has me seeing stars.

"Such a good girl," he praises. "And an even better whore."

His words send another rush of heat through me. I push back to meet each thrust, desperate for more friction, more pleasure, more of him.

I pull Vadim down to me, desperate to taste him as he pounds into me. Our kiss is all teeth and tongue, messy and primal. His cock fills me completely with each powerful thrust, and I match his intensity, rolling my hips to meet him.

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