Page 81 of Vendetta Crown

"Let go for me, zarechka," he commands, his voice dark with desire. "I want to feel you come on my fingers and tongue."

Everything inside me tightens, then releases in a pulsing rhythm that steals my breath and scatters my thoughts. The waves of pleasure crash over me like a tsunami.

I'm not prepared for how long it lasts. Not prepared for how Ruslan doesn't stop as I ride out the waves of my pleasure. Doesn't even slow down as I come.

"Oh god! Ruslan!" I cry out, my voice echoing off the kitchen walls.

My soft whimpers transform into something primal and desperate as he continues feasting on me through my orgasm.

His tongue is relentless, tracing devilish circles even as his lips wrap around my clit to extend my pleasure until I lose all sense of anything other than his mouth and fingers.

My thighs clamp around his head. My fingers tangle in his hair. And another loud cry of pleasure punches out from my throat.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" My words dissolve into a shameless moan that would embarrass me if I had any capacity for embarrassment left.

But he doesn't stop. His golden eyes stay locked on mine, watching me fall apart as he sucks and licks every last tremor from my body. The intensity builds again, impossibly, and I'm crying out his name like a prayer, like salvation.

My second orgasm crashes through me harder than the first, leaving me boneless and gasping for air. Only then does Ruslan finally pull away, pressing gentle kisses to my inner thighs as I struggle to catch my breath.

He rises slowly, his lips glistening with evidence of what he's just done to me. The sight is so erotic I feel like the aftershock pulsing through me might push me over the edge again.

His hands cup my face as he leans in and captures my mouth in a deep, possessive kiss.

I taste myself on his tongue. Tangy, sweet, and intimate. The knowledge that he's just feasted on me, that his chin is wet with my pleasure, sends a fresh burst of wetness leaking from my quivering cunt.

My hand slides down his chest, feeling the hard muscles beneath his shirt. I don't stop until I reach the impressive bulge straining against his pants. When my fingers wrap around his cock through the fabric, he groans into my mouth, his hips instinctively pushing against my palm.

I squeeze gently, feeling his impressive length and thickness. Even through his clothes, I can tell how hard he is.

"My turn" I whisper against his lips, my hand continuing to stroke him through his pants.

I slide off the counter, my legs still shaky from my intense orgasms. Something primal and possessive pulses through me as I sink to my knees before Ruslan, looking up to meet his golden eyes.

"Are you going to give me your cock, Daddy?" I whisper, my fingers finding his belt buckle.

The word feels dangerous and thrilling on my tongue.

His breathing comes in sharp bursts as I undo his belt with deliberate slowness, savoring the anticipation. The leather slides free with a soft hiss that sends heat between my legs again.

I unfasten his pants next, tugging down the zipper tooth by tooth to free his cock.

And even though I know what to expect, the sight of it still leaves me gasping.

He's magnificent. Thick and long, the head of his massive cock is flushed dark with arousal. A prominent vein runs along the underside, pulsing visibly with each beat of his heart. His skin is smooth and hot against my palm as I wrap my fingers around him, admiring how my hand can't quite close around his girth.

"You're so big," I murmur, stroking him slowly from base to tip.

A drop of precum glistens at the slit, and I lean forward to lick it away with the tip of my tongue. Ruslan hisses, his tattooed fingers tangling in my hair as I swirl my tongue around the sensitive crown of his cock.

I tease him with light, fluttering licks at first, tracing the ridge where the head meets the shaft, and tasting his salty-sweet essence on my tongue. His cock twitches in response, growing even harder in my grip.

"Stop teasing," he breathes.

I smile up at him before parting my lips and taking him into my mouth. The weight of him on my tongue, the stretch of my lips around his thickness.

It's all so intoxicating. Made even more so knowing that although I'm the one on my knees, he's the one who's at my mercy.

I work him deeper, and use my hand to stroke what I can't fit in my mouth.

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