Page 133 of Vendetta Crown

She's Aurora Dragunov.

And she takes what she wants.

Ruslan moans beneath me, the vibration making my thighs quiver. I know he loves this just as much as I do. My wetness coating his chin, my complete surrender to pleasure in a moment of my absolute control.

"You like this?" I ask, voice thick with arousal as I rock harder against his mouth. "You like it when your wife uses you like this?"

His eyes flash in response, and he grabs my ass with both hands, pulling me down harder against his tongue. I throw my head back, a ragged cry escaping my throat as he sucks my clit between his lips.

"That's right," I pant, rolling my hips faster. "Make me come. Make your wife come all over your face."

His tongue drives me over the edge, drawing maddening patterns against my clit as I ride his face. The pleasure builds endlessly, gathering in intensity until I can't hold back anymore.

"Yes!" I cry out as the wave crashes through me. "Yes! Yes! Yes!"

My thighs clamp against his head as pleasure explodes outward from my core, radiating through my body in pulsing waves. Each surge feels stronger than the last, and my body shakes uncontrollably as he continues licking me through my orgasm.

Without breaking contact, I reach behind me to grasp his cock and find it rock hard in my palm. I pump him furiously, feeling him throb beneath my fingers.

"My filthy queen," he groans against my pussy, sending aftershocks through my still-sensitive flesh.

As the last waves of pleasure subside, I slide down his body, my hand never leaving his cock. His chest rises and falls with heavy breaths, golden eyes tracking my every movement as I position myself over him.

"Are you ready to be fucked by your queen now?" I whisper, giving him a slow, deliberate stroke from base to tip.

His hands grip my hips, fingers digging into my flesh with barely restrained need. His cock twitches in my hand, a bead of precum glistening at the tip.

"Yes," he growls, his voice rough with desire.

I hover over Ruslan's cock, positioning myself so the head brushes against my entrance. His mesmerizing gold irises darkening with need lock with mine. I take my time as I enjoy this moment of absolute control.

"Watch me take you," I whisper, slowly lowering myself onto him.

The first stretch as he enters me pulls a gasp from my throat. I slow my descent so that I can savor every inch of him as I sink down and feel how my body yields to accommodate his impressive size.

The fullness is exquisite. It almost borders on too much but never crosses that line.

"Oh fuck," I breathe, pausing halfway to adjust to his thickness.

His hands find my thighs, and his fingers press into my flesh. I can see the strain in his face as he fights the urge to thrust upward, to take control of our pace.

I sink lower, taking more of him until finally, I'm seated completely. His cock throbs inside me, stretching me perfectly, touching places that only he can touch and driving the air out of my lungs.

"Do you feel how wet I am for you?" I ask, circling my hips in a slow, teasing motion. "How perfectly we fit together?"

A groan tears from his throat. "Aurora..."

I lift myself slightly, then sink back down at a torturously slow pace. His hands move to my hips in an attempt to move me faster.

I slap them away.

"No," I command, pinning his wrists against the mattress. "You don't get to control this. You may be inside of me, but I'm fucking you."

His eyes flash with surprise, and his lips curl up into a slight smile through the unmistakable arousal on his face.

"If you want me to go faster," I continue, maintaining my leisurely pace, rocking my hips in small, deliberate movements. "You'll have to beg for it like a good boy."

Ruslan's smile widens.

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