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Her hand squeezes my balls rhythmically, methodically wringing every last drop from me like she's milking me for all I'm worth. The sensation borders on painful in its intensity, yet I don't want it to stop.

I've faced down plenty of challenges in my life. But this woman—my wife—has reduced me to primal sounds and trembling limbs with nothing but her mouth and her will.

"Fuck,zarechka," I gasp when I can finally form words again.

Aurora maintains eye contact as she gives one final, deliberate swallow. The movement of her throat sends aftershocks of pleasure rippling through my spent body. Then, with agonizing slowness, she releases me, her lips dragging along my oversensitive flesh as she lets my cock slip from her mouth.

She pants heavily, her chest rising and falling, her lips slick and swollen.

Before I can recover my breath, Aurora stands and pushes me onto my back.

The mattress sinks beneath my weight as she climbs atop me, her naked body glowing in the dim light of our bedroom.

I expect her to sink down on my spent cock, to try and coax it back to life through sheer determination.

But she doesn't.

Instead, she crawls forward, purposeful and predatory, until she's positioned just above my face. The sight of her pussy, pink and swollen with arousal, hovers inches from my mouth.

Her scent caresses me. Musky, sweet, and intoxicating with that hint of coconut.

My nostrils flare as I breathe her in, and I feel my cock already beginning to stir back to life despite how thoroughly she had drained me moments ago.

My mouth waters at the sight of her. She's dripping wet, a testament to how much she enjoyed taking control of me. Glistening evidence of her arousal coats her inner thighs.

My hands instinctively reach for her hips, but she's quicker. Her fingers tangle in my hair, gripping the strands tight enough to send sparks of pain across my scalp. The sharp sting only heightens my renewed arousal.

"I'm not done with you yet, pakhan of pakhans," she growls, tightening her grip in my hair. Those hazel eyes, once so fearful of the world, now burn with dominance and desire. "Now be a good boy and open your fucking mouth."

I part my lips without hesitation, eager to taste her, to please her, to worship her.

She doesn't give me time to prepare. With one fluid movement, she sits down on my face, her pussy pressing against my mouth and nose until she completely overwhelms all my senses.

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I lowermyself onto Ruslan's face, watching his golden eyes darken as I position my dripping pussy directly above his mouth.

It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.

My strong, intimidating pakhan beneath me, waiting at my beck and call.

"Look at me," I order, yanking his curls with enough force to make him groan. "Look at me while you taste what belongs to you."

His hands grip my thighs, steadying me as I sink down. The first swipe of his tongue sends electricity shooting through my body. I rock forward, setting my own pace, using his mouth exactly how I want.

"That's it," I gasp, grinding harder against his face. "Just like that."

I've never felt this powerful before. All my life, I've been running, hiding, changing who I am to survive. Even with Ruslan, there's always been this awareness of his authority and the control he holds as pakhan.

But right now? I'm the one with all the power.

His stubble brushes against my sensitive flesh as he devours me, sending fresh waves of pleasure rippling through my body. I tighten my grip on his hair, directing him exactly where I need him.

"Yes," I moan as his tongue circles my clit. "Right there."

I catch my reflection in the bedroom mirror. Flushed cheeks. Wild hair. Thighs spread wide over my husband's face.

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