Page 134 of Vendetta Crown

"Come on, Daddy," I tease, tightening my inner muscles around him as I rise and fall with maddening slowness. "Don't you want Mommy to fuck you like she means it?"

His hands fist in the sheets as I continue my unhurried pace, watching pleasure and frustration war across his beautiful face.

He continues to smile despite the strain visible in his body.

It's that half-maddening, half-delicious expression he wears when he thinks he's won something. I know the silent challenge immediately.

He's not going to beg. Not yet. He thinks that I'm going to break first.

My lips curl into a smile as I hover above him, his cock still buried deep inside me. "Oh, do you think you can win this game?"

I clench my inner muscles deliberately around him. His smile falters, just for a moment, and a strangled groan escapes his throat.

The sound sends a shiver of satisfaction through me.

"You think you can outlast me?" I rock my hips in tiny circles, watching his eyes roll back slightly. "That's adorable."

I place my palms flat against his powerful chest, feeling his heart hammering beneath my fingers. His skin burns hot under my touch. I lift myself slowly, torturously, until only the tip of his cock is inside me.

For one breathless moment, I hover there, making him wait.

Then I slam down on him with full force.

"Fuck!" The curse tears from his lips as I take him to the hilt.

I do it again. Rising achingly slow, then dropping down hard and fast.

The contrast between the gentle rise and the brutal descent is driving him wild. Each time I crash down, his hips instinctively buck upward, trying to take back control.

"Aurora..." His voice is strained, a delicious rasp that tells me he's close to breaking.

"Yes, Daddy?" I purr, repeating the motion. "Did you want something?"

His fingers dig into the sheets. Sweat dots his forehead with the effort of restraint. I lean forward, my breasts brushing against his chest as I whisper in his ear.

"All you have to do is ask nicely."

I slam down again, grinding my hips in a circle at the bottom. His whole body tenses beneath me.

"Please," he finally growls, the word dragged from somewhere deep inside him.

Victory floods my veins, sweeter than any wine.

"Please what?" I tease, still moving with deliberate slowness.

"Please,zarechka." His voice thickens with desire. "Please fuck me. Please fuck me like you mean it."

"Such a good boy," I purr, rewarding his surrender with a slow roll of my hips. "I love it when you beg like that."

The heady rush of power floods my system as I feel him tremble beneath me. My body tingles with the thrill of it.

I begin to move in earnest now. Each descent sends sparks of pleasure radiating through my core. I set a rhythm that starts slow and deliberate so that I might drag out the feeling of him inside me.

"Is this what you wanted?" I ask, gradually picking up speed. "To be fucked by your wife like this?"

Ruslan groans, his golden eyes blazing up at me. His hands remain fisted in the sheets and I can see how it costs him. The muscles in his arms strain with the effort of not grabbing me, of not taking control.

He's letting me have this moment completely.

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