Page 97 of Vendetta Vows

I open my eyes, meeting his intense stare as I take him deeper.

"That's it," he purrs. "My perfect little cock slut. You were made for this. You were made for me."

My lungs burn as I work him deeper, my own pleasure mounting with each stroke of my fingers between my legs. The tension coils tighter in my core, and I can feel my climax building like a gathering storm.

I pull back, releasing him as I gulp in air, a strand of saliva connecting us for a moment before breaking.

"Want to see what else I'm made for?" I pant, looking up at him through my lashes.

His cock stands glistening and hard before me as I lower my head to take one of his balls into my mouth. The groan that tears from his throat makes me throb with need. I swirl my tongue around the sensitive smooth skin while my hand continues stroking his shaft.

The wet obscene sound and the smell of musk fill the air around us.

"You like when I'm filthy for you?" I murmur against him before taking the other heavy orb into my mouth, my eyes never leaving his. "Only for you."

Ruslan's pupils are blown wide with desire. "Only for me," he echoes, his voice a possessive growl.

"I can't stop thinking about this cock of yours," I continue, shocking myself with my newfound boldness.

My hand speeds up on his shaft. "I imagine you filling me up, and making me take every inch."

Ruslan drops to his knees suddenly, his large hand replacing mine between my legs. I gasp as two thick fingers slide inside me without warning.

"Like this?" he asks, curling his fingers to hit that perfect spot inside me.

"Yes," I moan, hips bucking against his hand. "God, Ruslan..."

"Put that cock back in your mouth," he commands.

I take him deep into my mouth again, moaning as his fingers work their magic inside me. His touch is electric, sending waves of pleasure through my entire body with each stroke.

"Deeper," Ruslan growls above me. "Take me deeper."

His free hand finds the back of my head, fingers tangling in my hair. He doesn't force me down, but the gentle pressure guides me, encouraging me to take more of him.

I've never felt this free before. I've never dwelled in this wild abandonment where I can just give in to what my body wants without fear or shame. The feeling is intoxicating. Powerful.

"Your pussy is so wet." His fingers curl inside me, hitting that perfect spot that makes my vision blur. "Is it wet just for me?"

I moan around him and nod, the vibrations making his grip tighten in my hair. His fingers speed up, matching the rhythm of my mouth on his cock. The dual sensations are overwhelming. His thick length fills my mouth while his fingers stretch me open.

His hand presses more firmly against the back of my head, pulling me closer until he hits the back of my throat. That slight edge of control, a reminder of his strength, sends me careening over the edge.

The orgasm crashes through me without warning. I cry out around his cock, my body convulsing as waves of pleasure pulse outward from my core. My thighs tremble, squeezing around his hand as I come harder than I ever have before.

"Yes,zarechka," Ruslan praises hoarsely. "Come for me. Come with my cock in that pretty mouth. Show me how much you love it."

I whimper, unable to form words as the pleasure continues to pulse through me. His fingers keep moving, drawing out my orgasm until I'm shaking.

"You're so fucking beautiful when you come for me," he continues, his voice thick with desire.

I shudder as the waves of pleasure continue to pulse through my body. My thighs quiver uncontrollably, my mind blissfully blank except for the sensation of Ruslan's fingers slowly withdrawing from me.

He brings his glistening fingers to his mouth. His golden eyes never leave mine as he licks them clean, one by one. "Fucking delicious."

No one has ever looked at me like this before.

Like I'm something to be savored, treasured, and devoured all at once.

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