Page 135 of Vendetta Crown

"Yes," he hisses through clenched teeth. "Just like that. Please don't stop."

I increase my pace, my thighs working as I bounce on his cock. The slick sound of our bodies meeting fills the room, punctuated by our gasps and moans. Ruslan begins thrusting upward to meet each of my downward motions, creating a perfect counterpoint.

The sensation is overwhelming. His thick length is hitting that perfect spot inside me with each thrust. I throw my head back, my body arching as pleasure builds low in my belly.

"Oh god," I moan, my movements becoming more frantic. "You feel so good inside me."

My hands find purchase on his chest, feeling the thundering of his heart beneath my palms. The coil of tension winds tighter and tighter in my core as I ride him harder, faster, chasing my release with single-minded determination.

His restraint and the knowledge that he's surrendering to me completely to let me use his body exactly as I need only heighten my pleasure.

I've never felt so powerful. So free.

"I'm close," I gasp, my rhythm becoming erratic as the pressure builds. "So close..."

I grab Ruslan's hands and bring them up to my breasts, placing his strong fingers against my sensitive flesh as I continue to ride him with wild abandon.

"Touch me," I demand, my voice ragged with need. "I want to feel your hands on me when I come."

His eyes lock with mine, that beautiful gold darkening as he squeezes my breasts. His thumbs circle my nipples, sending jolts of electricity straight to my core.

"Yes," I gasp, my rhythm faltering as the dual sensations overwhelm me. "Just like that."

He kneads my flesh with exactly the right pressure, somehow knowing exactly what I need. My hips move faster, more erratically, as I chase the building pressure threatening to explode within me.

"I'm going to come," I warn him, my voice thin and desperate. "I'm coming for you, Ruslan. Only for you."

The first wave crashes into me. My entire body seizes, inner muscles clamping down on his cock as pleasure radiates outward from my core. I cry out, unable to control the sounds tearing from my throat as I shatter completely.

"You feel so good when you come,zarechka," he growls, still pinching and rolling my nipples between his fingers.

I collapse forward as the orgasm continues to wash through me in one delicious wave after another, my body shuddering uncontrollably. Ruslan's hands move from my breasts to my back, guiding me down against his chest. I can feel his heart hammering against mine as aftershocks ripple through me.

His lips find my ear, his stubble tickling my cheek as he whispers, "My turn now to take what belongs to me."

Despite my exhaustion, his words send a fresh pulse of desire through my over-sensitive body.

I can feel him, still hard and throbbing inside me, waiting for his release.

"Yes," I whisper against his neck, my body still trembling with the aftereffects of my climax. "Take it."

Before I can catch my breath, Ruslan's hand snakes into my hair, gathering a fistful and yanking my head back, exposing my throat to him.

The delicious sting on my scalp makes me gasp.

"My turn," he growls, his voice dark with promise.

And that's the only warning I get before he's driving into me with powerful thrusts.

"This is mine," he growls against my exposed throat, his teeth grazing my sensitive skin. "Youare mine."

I can't help the whimper that escapes me as he sets a punishing pace. The new angle lets him hit deeper than before, reaching places inside me that make my vision blur.

"Who does this pussy belong to?" He punctuates the question with a particularly deep thrust that steals my breath.

"You," I gasp, my nails digging into his shoulders. "It's yours, Ruslan."

His stubble scratches against my neck as he licks and sucks at my pulse point. "Say it again," he demands, his rhythm never faltering.

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