Page 91 of Beautiful Agony

I release him with a final stroke, savoring the way his cock twitches at the loss of contact.

"Lie down," I command, my voice firm with authority.

He doesn't hesitate as he obeys, stretching out on the floor before me. His muscles ripple with the movement, and I drink in the sight of him.

I rise to my feet and slowly move to straddle him. His hands reach for my hips but I catch his wrists, pinning them above his head.

"Did I say you could touch?" I ask, arching an eyebrow.

He shakes his head, pupils blown wide with need. I continue my slow journey up his body, watching his expression grow moredesperate as I pass over his straining cock without lowering myself onto it.

I don't stop until I'm hovering over his face, thighs bracketing his head, and knowing full well what my scent and proximity are doing to him. His breath comes in hot pants against my sensitive flesh as he gazes up at me with pure hunger.

"What do you need?" I frame his face between my fingers. "Tell me."

"You," he breathes. "Please,zvyozdochka. Please don't keep me waiting."

"Good boy," I praise, heart blooming. "And what do good boys get?"

A shudder runs through his powerful body at my words. His eyes are almost black with desire as they lock onto mine. But he doesn't answer.

He's waiting for me.

"They get to taste my dripping wet cunt."

I adjust my position above Vadim's eager mouth, savoring the way his hot breath fans against my sensitive flesh. His hands grip my thighs, pulling me closer as I arch my back to give him better access.

My body trembles as his tongue finds its mark. The vibrations from his muffled groans send jolts of pleasure through me. I lean back, bracing one hand on his chest while the other wraps around his straining length.

"Oh fuck," I breathe, starting to stroke him in time with the movements of his tongue.

His response is immediate. A deep hum of pleasure that buzzes against my most sensitive spot. My thighs tighten around his head as waves of sensation wash over me.

I look down at Vadim while maintaining my grip, and keep my voice low and intimate.

"Do you know what I'm going to do?"

I wrap both hands around his throbbing cock behind my back, working him with firm, steady strokes as I rock against his mouth without breaking eye contact. His muscles flex under my touch as he strains upward, seeking more contact.

"I'm going to keep stroking you like this," I breathe, feeling him pulse beneath my touch. I tighten my grip slightly. "Until you cum all over my fingers and this beautiful ring you gave me."

He responds by pushing his tongue flat against my wet folds, and hardening it enough to push his way inside. His powerful hands pull me closer as if he's starving for my taste. Every stroke of his skilled mouth sends sparks of pleasure racing up my spine. The scratch of his stubble against my sensitive skin adds another delicious layer of sensation.

"Your cock feels so good in my hand." My hands quicken their pace behind me, and his muffled groan reverberates between my legs. "So hard. So big."

He's throbbing against my palm, and his mouth works desperately. The two of us are in a race, and neither of us knows just who is going to finish first.

The velvet hardness pulses against my palm with each stroke while his tongue's relentless attention sends fiery waves spearing through my core.

I tighten my grip, determined to maintain control even as my thighs start to tremble. His groan vibrates against my sensitive clit.

I reach further back with one hand, and take hold of his massive balls between trembling fingers. "These must beachingfor release."

Sweat rolls down the side of my body, pools between my legs, and beads on his forehead, evidence of our mutual effort.

"Do you love how wet my cunt is for you right now?"

He nods between my legs as his tongue starts to fuck me in earnest. His head bobs forward, pushing deeper between my slick walls.

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