Page 89 of Beautiful Agony

He watcheswith darkened eyes as I sink to my knees between his legs. My fingers make quick work of his belt and zipper. His cock springs free, already hard and straining for attention.

I lean forward and press a soft kiss to his tip, savoring the way his thighs tense under my hands. Slowly, I take him into my mouth, letting my tongue swirl around his sensitive head. A low groan escapes him as his fingers tangle in my hair.

"Zvyozdochka.” His breath catches on a moan as I take him deeper.

I hollow my cheeks and start to bob my head, encouraged by the way his grip tightens in my hair. His taste fills my mouth—masculine and familiar. I hum in satisfaction, knowing the vibrations will drive him wild.

His hips buck slightly before he catches himself. Always so controlled, even now. I pull back to look up at him through my lashes, my hand still stroking his length.

"Don't hold back," I tell him before taking him deep again.

My hands slide up his thighs as I continue working him with my mouth. His muscles are taut under my touch, trembling with the effort of maintaining control. I want to break that control, to make him come undone completely.

I let one hand drift higher, cupping and massaging his balls while the other wraps around his base, working in tandem with my mouth. His grip tightens in my hair, sending sparks of pleasure down my spine.

"Fuck," he groans.

I feel powerful like this, on my knees but completely in control. My hands squeeze and stroke as I hollow my cheeks and take him deeper, letting my tongue trace the sensitive underside of his shaft. His cock pulses against my tongue, and I can tell he's fighting not to thrust.

"Zvyozdochka," he warns, voice rough with need. The way he says it makes heat pool between my legs.

I quicken my pace, losing myself in the act. His taste fills my mouth, masculine and intoxicating. Each throb of his cock against my tongue makes me moan with need. My mind grows hazy with desire as I work him faster, deeper.

My head spins with arousal. The ache between my thighs intensifies but I ignore it, focused only on making him lose control. His fingers tighten in my hair, sending sparks of pleasure down my spine.

I'm drunk on his taste, his scent, the way he fills my mouth so perfectly. My movements grow more frantic as I chase his pleasure, wanting—no,needing—to taste his release. My hands never stop moving, squeezing and stroking in time with my mouth.

I release him with a wet pop, my chest heaving as I catch my breath. His cock twitches before me, glistening with my saliva. My core throbs with need as I gaze up at him through heavy lids.

"Do you want to fuck my mouth, Daddy?" I whisper, my voice husky with desire.

His eyes darken at my words, pupils blown wide with lust. A shudder runs through his powerful frame.

"Yes," he growls, fingers tightening in my hair.

"Then do it," I breathe, opening my mouth in invitation. "Use me."

He doesn't hesitate. His grip tightens as he guides himself past my lips. I relax my throat as he starts to thrust, letting him control the pace. Each stroke sends sparks of arousal through me.

The sounds of his pleasure fill the room. I grip his thighs for balance as he moves, relishing how the muscles flex under my fingers.

His control is slipping. I can feel it in the way his thrusts grow more erratic, in the increasing tension of his body. Pride surges through me, knowing I'm why he's losing all restraint.

His hand slides to the back of my head, fingers tangling in my hair as he takes control of the rhythm. A moan escapes me at the possessive gesture. I surrender completely, letting him guide my movements as he sees fit.

My body burns with need. I can't resist slipping my hand between my thighs, finding myself embarrassingly wet. My fingers circle my clit as he continues using my mouth, sending jolts of pleasure through me.

The dual sensations overwhelm me—his cock filling my mouth while my fingers work my aching core. My eyes squeeze shut as waves of pleasure build. Each thrust pushes me closer to that toe-curling edge.

I'm helpless to stop the desperate sounds escaping my throat as I chase my release. His grip tightens in my hair, yanking my head back just enough to open my throat.

That tiny small spark of pain is what finally sends me over.

My eyes roll back as ecstasy crashes through me. I come hard around my fingers, my moan muffled by his cock. The pleasure is so intense my vision goes spotty at the edges.

His control finally snaps. With a primal roar, Vadim empties himself into my eager mouth. I moan around him, swallowing each pulse greedily. My hands grip his thighs as I push forward until my nose presses against his taut stomach, feeling him throb against my tongue as he continues to fill my throat.

Tears of exertion stream down my cheeks but I don't pull back His fingers stay tangled in my hair, holding me in place as his hips buck slightly with each wave of his release.

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