Page 136 of Vendetta Crown

"It's yours!" I cry out. "It's all yours!"

Sweat glistens on his chest in the dark, and droplets fall from my skin onto his. The room fills with the sounds of our desperate coupling. Skin on skin. His grunts of exertion. My breathless moans.

"Beg for it," he commands, slowing his pace just enough to drive me wild with need. "Beg me to make you come again."

"Please," I whimper, trying to move my hips to match his rhythm, but his weight pins me down. "Please, Ruslan, please make me come again. Please make me come again for you."

He smiles against my neck, and I can feel his grin against my skin. "Beg me to fill your holes,zarechka. All of them."

I feel his finger pressing against my ass. The unexpected pressure makes me gasp.

"Yes…" I whimper. "Fill my holes. Plug every one of them."

"As you wish."

Slowly, deliberately, he pushes his finger inside while continuing to fuck me.

The dual sensation is overwhelming. His thick cock is filling my pussy while his finger stretches me in a place that no-man has ever touched before.

I've never felt so possessed, so filled.

So completely depraved and filthy.

"Oh god," I gasp, barely recognizing my own voice.

He's everywhere. Inside me. Around me. Consuming me. His finger pushes deeper into my ass while his cock fills my pussy with every thrust.

I've never been taken like this before. Never been so utterly possessed.

Each sensation builds on the last. The slight burn and stretch around his finger. The fullness of his cock. The total absence of space between us.

His mouth closes over mine and swallows my desperate moans. His tongue invades me just like his cock, just like his finger to claim every part of me. Taking my breath away. Making my lungs burn for oxygen I don't even want.

I can't breathe. I can't think. I can only feel.

His hand finds the back of my head, tangling in my hair, pressing me impossibly closer. The slight pain of his grip sends another jolt of pleasure through me.

I can feel him growling in my throat. And even if the sound won't take shape, I know what he's saying.

Mine.

That single word vibrates through my entire being.

His cock drives deeper. His finger pushes further. His tongue probes harder.

And something inside me shatters.

The orgasm rips through me with shocking force. Every muscle in my body seizes at once.

My pussy clenches violently around his cock. My ass tightens around his finger. I scream into his mouth for him to swallow.

My vision blurs. White-hot pleasure radiates from my core outward. My toes curl so hard they cramp. My nails dig into his shoulders.

I convulse in his embrace, my body no longer my own.

It belongs to the pleasure. To him.

My pussy pulses rhythmically around his cock as he continues to thrust through my climax. Each stroke sends another shockwave through my oversensitive flesh.

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