Page 96 of Vendetta Vows

"Bea good girl and open your mouth."

I shiver at his command, my body responding before my mind can even process the words. When I part my lips, I can feel my pulse racing in my throat.

Ruslan's cock stands proud before me, thick and imposing. For a moment, I wonder if I can take him.

He's so much larger than I imagined.

The sight of his tattooed hands gripping himself makes my thighs clench together.

"That's it,zarechka," he murmurs as I lean forward.

My lips stretch wide around him. The weight of him on my tongue sends a jolt of excitement straight through me. I've never wanted to please someone this badly before.

I can taste a hint of salt when he enters. When I flatten my tongue against the underside of his shaft, he lets out a deep groan that vibrates through my entire body.

His fingers tangle in my hair, not forcing me down but guiding me.

"Look at me," he commands.

I raise my eyes to meet his golden gaze, never breaking contact as I take him deeper. His pupils dilate when I hollow my cheeks and suck harder.

"Fuck," he hisses when I swirl my tongue around the head. "Just like that."

The power I feel in this moment is intoxicating. This dangerous man is completely at my mercy.

My hand wraps around what I can't fit in my mouth, stroking in rhythm with my lips. Each time I bob my head, I take him a little deeper until he nudges the back of my throat. Instead of panicking, I relax and let him slide deeper.

"So good," Ruslan groans, his voice thickening with desire. "My good dirty girl."

I moan around him, the vibration making his grip tighten in my hair. The ache between my legs grows unbearable. I've never been this wet, this desperate from giving pleasure rather than receiving it.

When I reach up to cup him with my free hand, his hips jerk forward involuntarily. I gag slightly but recover quickly, determined to show him just how bad I can be.

I slide my mouth down his length, drunk on the heady taste of him, on the control I see slipping from his usual iron grip.

But I don't look away. Not when Ruslan's golden eyes hold me in place.

"Deeper,zarechka," he growls. "Show me how bad you can be."

His fingers tighten in my hair, sending shivers across my scalp. I hollow my cheeks and pull back slowly, swirling my tongue around his tip before plunging down again.

"You're so fucking beautiful with your lips stretched around my cock," he says, his voice rough like gravel.

I moan around him, and he hisses through his teeth.

"My good girl," he continues. "But I know better. I know what you really are."

My core pulses with need at his words. I reach between my legs, desperate for some relief.

"That's right," Ruslan murmurs, noticing my movement. "Touch yourself while you suck me. Show me how wet you are from pleasuring me."

I whimper and obey, my fingers finding slick heat.

"Such a dirty little thing," he praises. "My greedy little cum whore with an innocent face."

My eyes flutter closed, overwhelmed by the sensations and his praise.

"Eyes on me," he commands sharply. "I want to see every moment of your surrender."

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