Page 86 of Vendetta Crown

Her breasts bounce with each thrust. I capture one nipple between my lips.

She screams my name. Pulls my hair.

My hips snap forward. Again. Again.

The headboard knocks against the wall. Our rhythm urgent. Desperate.

I feel her walls tightening.

Fluttering. She's close.

"Don't stop," she begs. "Please don't stop."

As if I could. As if anything could pull me from her now.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!"

Her legs lock tighter. Her heels dig into my thighs.

I drive into her. Faster. Deeper. Harder.

Every stroke touches that spot inside her that makes her cry out.

Our eyes never break contact. Even as pleasure builds between us. Pushes us towards that inevitable point of no return.

This connection. It's everything.

"I'm coming!" she screams. "I'm coming for you!"

And she does. Her body tenses. Nails dig into my shoulders like daggers of pleasure.

Walls clenching. Crushing. Convulsing. So tight I can barely move.

"Ruslan!"

My name tumbles from her lips. Over and over.

I feel every pulse. Every spasm. Every wave of her pleasure.

Her heels dig harder into my back to pull me closer and deeper as her pussy milks my cock.

I thrust through her orgasm. Relentless. Giving her what she needs.

Each stroke sends another tremor through her body.

Her wetness floods between us. Soaking into the sheets. She's still coming. Still crying out.

Her hands grasp wildly. My hair. My shoulders. The sheets. Trembling as if she might shatter completely.

In its wake is nothing but raw sensation as her body undulates beneath me, catching us both in the throes of pleasure that radiates outward from where we're joined.

Sweat glistens on her skin, and in the dim light, she glows like a goddess.

Her fingers find the nape of my neck, tangling in my hair and pulling me down to her with surprising strength. Our lips crash together as her body continues to shake with aftershocks of her climax.

Her tongue slides against mine, hungry and demanding.

That's when I break.

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