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LACEY

He watches with darkened eyes as I sink to my knees between his legs. My fingers make quick work of his belt and zipper. His cock springs free, already hard and straining for attention.

I lean forward and press a soft kiss to his tip, savoring the way his thighs tense under my hands. Slowly, I take him into my mouth, letting my tongue swirl around his sensitive head. A low groan escapes him as his fingers tangle in my hair.

" Zvyozdochka .” His breath catches on a moan as I take him deeper.

I hollow my cheeks and start to bob my head, encouraged by the way his grip tightens in my hair. His taste fills my mouth—masculine and familiar. I hum in satisfaction, knowing the vibrations will drive him wild.

His hips buck slightly before he catches himself. Always so controlled, even now. I pull back to look up at him through my lashes, my hand still stroking his length.

"Don't hold back," I tell him before taking him deep again.

My hands slide up his thighs as I continue working him with my mouth. His muscles are taut under my touch, trembling with the effort of maintaining control. I want to break that control, to make him come undone completely.

I let one hand drift higher, cupping and massaging his balls while the other wraps around his base, working in tandem with my mouth. His grip tightens in my hair, sending sparks of pleasure down my spine.

"Fuck," he groans.

I feel powerful like this, on my knees but completely in control. My hands squeeze and stroke as I hollow my cheeks and take him deeper, letting my tongue trace the sensitive underside of his shaft. His cock pulses against my tongue, and I can tell he's fighting not to thrust.

" Zvyozdochka ," he warns, voice rough with need. The way he says it makes heat pool between my legs.

I quicken my pace, losing myself in the act. His taste fills my mouth, masculine and intoxicating. Each throb of his cock against my tongue makes me moan with need. My mind grows hazy with desire as I work him faster, deeper.

My head spins with arousal. The ache between my thighs intensifies but I ignore it, focused only on making him lose control. His fingers tighten in my hair, sending sparks of pleasure down my spine.

I'm drunk on his taste, his scent, the way he fills my mouth so perfectly. My movements grow more frantic as I chase his pleasure, wanting—no, needing— to taste his release. My hands never stop moving, squeezing and stroking in time with my mouth.

I release him with a wet pop, my chest heaving as I catch my breath. His cock twitches before me, glistening with my saliva. My core throbs with need as I gaze up at him through heavy lids.

"Do you want to fuck my mouth, Daddy?" I whisper, my voice husky with desire.

His eyes darken at my words, pupils blown wide with lust. A shudder runs through his powerful frame.

"Yes," he growls, fingers tightening in my hair.

"Then do it," I breathe, opening my mouth in invitation. "Use me."

He doesn't hesitate. His grip tightens as he guides himself past my lips. I relax my throat as he starts to thrust, letting him control the pace. Each stroke sends sparks of arousal through me.

The sounds of his pleasure fill the room. I grip his thighs for balance as he moves, relishing how the muscles flex under my fingers.

His control is slipping. I can feel it in the way his thrusts grow more erratic, in the increasing tension of his body. Pride surges through me, knowing I'm why he's losing all restraint.

His hand slides to the back of my head, fingers tangling in my hair as he takes control of the rhythm. A moan escapes me at the possessive gesture. I surrender completely, letting him guide my movements as he sees fit.

My body burns with need. I can't resist slipping my hand between my thighs, finding myself embarrassingly wet. My fingers circle my clit as he continues using my mouth, sending jolts of pleasure through me.

The dual sensations overwhelm me—his cock filling my mouth while my fingers work my aching core. My eyes squeeze shut as waves of pleasure build. Each thrust pushes me closer to that toe-curling edge.

I'm helpless to stop the desperate sounds escaping my throat as I chase my release. His grip tightens in my hair, yanking my head back just enough to open my throat.

That tiny small spark of pain is what finally sends me over.

My eyes roll back as ecstasy crashes through me. I come hard around my fingers, my moan muffled by his cock. The pleasure is so intense my vision goes spotty at the edges.

His control finally snaps. With a primal roar, Vadim empties himself into my eager mouth. I moan around him, swallowing each pulse greedily. My hands grip his thighs as I push forward until my nose presses against his taut stomach, feeling him throb against my tongue as he continues to fill my throat.

Tears of exertion stream down my cheeks but I don't pull back His fingers stay tangled in my hair, holding me in place as his hips buck slightly with each wave of his release.

When the pulses finally slow, I ease back but keep him in my mouth. My tongue swirls around his sensitive head, savoring his taste as I clean him thoroughly with gentle strokes. His thighs tremble under my hands, and I hear his breath catch at the continued stimulation.

"Such an insatiable cumslut I've married," Vadim growls, his voice rough and possessive. "Not willing to waste even a single drop."

Heat blooms across my skin at his words. My core throbs with renewed need. I keep my eyes locked on his as I take him back into my mouth, determined to make him hard again.

Insatiable? I'll show him insatiable.

His breath hitches as my tongue starts to trace circles around his sensitive head.

"Oh fuck," he groans. " Zvyozdochka ..."

Pride surges through me at the way his composure crumbles. This man, this dangerous, powerful pakhan who strikes fear into the hearts of his enemies is completely at my mercy. His thighs tremble under my hands as I feel him growing harder in my mouth again.

The sounds escaping him grow louder, more desperate. Each moan sends fresh waves of arousal through me.

His head tilts back, throat exposed to moan loudly as his whole body trembles under my relentless attention. His fingers tighten almost painfully in my hair as I continue my merciless assault with lips and tongue.

"Look at me," I command, pulling away. My throat sore from use and voice firm with authority.

His eyes snap to mine, dark with need. The way he obeys so quickly sends a thrill through me.

My hand wraps around his cock, still slick with my saliva, and I start stroking him at a punishing pace.

The wet sounds of my hand working his length fill the room, punctuated by his desperate groans. Power courses through me at having this dangerous man completely at my mercy.

"Who owns this cock?" I ask again, my voice commanding as my fist tightens around his length. "Say it louder."

"You do, zvyozdochka " he groans, head tilting back. "Always you. Only you."

"And what does that make you?" I demand, slowing my strokes to a torturous pace.

His breath catches. "Yours."

Pride surges through me at having this dangerous man completely at my mercy.

I lean forward, letting my breath ghost over his balls, heavy and hard as they fill with cum while my hand continues its steady rhythm.

His only response is a desperate groan as I dip my head lower, letting my tongue trace delicate patterns around his smooth balls while my hand maintains its relentless pace.

I trace my tongue over the delicate skin, savoring how full and heavy they feel against my lips and tongue. His arousal coats my fingers and runs down my hand as I continue stroking, each glide smooth and effortless.

He's making it clear: I'm in control now.

The thought makes me moan around him. I switch my attention to his other side, giving it the same thorough treatment while my hand never stops pumping his cock.

I take one firm orb into my mouth, rolling it gently with my tongue while my hand maintains its steady rhythm. His fingers tighten but he doesn't try to direct my movements anymore.

" Zvyozdochka .” His voice lengthens into a long-sustained moan as I suck.

His hips buck slightly but he continues to hold himself in check, even as I strip every last bit of control from him.

My fingers squeeze gently around the thick shaft as I continue lavishing attention on his balls with my tongue. The taste of his skin, the weight of him in my mouth, the way his powerful body trembles under my touch—it's intoxicating.

This man who commands an empire is letting me reduce him to desperate sounds and trembling muscles.

I gaze up at him, satisfaction coursing through me at the way he trembles even though I'm the one on my knees. His chest heaves with ragged breaths as he watches me with dark, desperate eyes.

"Please," he groans, the word catching in his throat. " Zvyozdochka , please..."

I release him with a final stroke, savoring the way his cock twitches at the loss of contact.

"Lie down," I command, my voice firm with authority.

He doesn't hesitate as he obeys, stretching out on the floor before me. His muscles ripple with the movement, and I drink in the sight of him.

I rise to my feet and slowly move to straddle him. His hands reach for my hips but I catch his wrists, pinning them above his head.

"Did I say you could touch?" I ask, arching an eyebrow.

He shakes his head, pupils blown wide with need. I continue my slow journey up his body, watching his expression grow more desperate as I pass over his straining cock without lowering myself onto it.

I don't stop until I'm hovering over his face, thighs bracketing his head, and knowing full well what my scent and proximity are doing to him. His breath comes in hot pants against my sensitive flesh as he gazes up at me with pure hunger.

"What do you need?" I frame his face between my fingers. "Tell me."

"You," he breathes. "Please, zvyozdochka . Please don't keep me waiting."

"Good boy," I praise, heart blooming. "And what do good boys get?"

A shudder runs through his powerful body at my words. His eyes are almost black with desire as they lock onto mine. But he doesn't answer.

He's waiting for me.

"They get to taste my dripping wet cunt."

I adjust my position above Vadim's eager mouth, savoring the way his hot breath fans against my sensitive flesh. His hands grip my thighs, pulling me closer as I arch my back to give him better access.

My body trembles as his tongue finds its mark. The vibrations from his muffled groans send jolts of pleasure through me. I lean back, bracing one hand on his chest while the other wraps around his straining length.

"Oh fuck," I breathe, starting to stroke him in time with the movements of his tongue.

His response is immediate. A deep hum of pleasure that buzzes against my most sensitive spot. My thighs tighten around his head as waves of sensation wash over me.

I look down at Vadim while maintaining my grip, and keep my voice low and intimate.

"Do you know what I'm going to do?"

I wrap both hands around his throbbing cock behind my back, working him with firm, steady strokes as I rock against his mouth without breaking eye contact. His muscles flex under my touch as he strains upward, seeking more contact.

"I'm going to keep stroking you like this," I breathe, feeling him pulse beneath my touch. I tighten my grip slightly. "Until you cum all over my fingers and this beautiful ring you gave me."

He responds by pushing his tongue flat against my wet folds, and hardening it enough to push his way inside. His powerful hands pull me closer as if he's starving for my taste. Every stroke of his skilled mouth sends sparks of pleasure racing up my spine. The scratch of his stubble against my sensitive skin adds another delicious layer of sensation.

"Your cock feels so good in my hand." My hands quicken their pace behind me, and his muffled groan reverberates between my legs. "So hard. So big."

He's throbbing against my palm, and his mouth works desperately. The two of us are in a race, and neither of us knows just who is going to finish first.

The velvet hardness pulses against my palm with each stroke while his tongue's relentless attention sends fiery waves spearing through my core.

I tighten my grip, determined to maintain control even as my thighs start to tremble. His groan vibrates against my sensitive clit.

I reach further back with one hand, and take hold of his massive balls between trembling fingers. "These must be aching for release."

Sweat rolls down the side of my body, pools between my legs, and beads on his forehead, evidence of our mutual effort.

"Do you love how wet my cunt is for you right now?"

He nods between my legs as his tongue starts to fuck me in earnest. His head bobs forward, pushing deeper between my slick walls.

I can feel him throbbing harder in my grip, a sure sign he's getting close. His mouth grows more insistent, and my head is dizzy with mounting pleasure.

The hot breath from his nose tickles the tuft of hair between my legs. My hips start rolling on his face, moving as if filled with a determination of their own.

His tongue moves faster as I speed up my hands, hearing the wet obscene sounds echoing in the air while the scent of cum and arousal fills my nose until they're so embedded in my lungs that I don't think I'll ever be able to get them out.

"Are you thinking about how it good it would feel to bury this big thick cock deep inside me?"

His breath grows more ragged beneath me, his groans are vibrating through my core. His hands on my thighs dig into my flesh, pulling me down harder against his mouth as his hips start to buck up into my grip.

I feel his muscles tensing, coiling like a spring about to release. Pride surges through me, knowing I'm about to make this powerful man come undone. My own pleasure builds higher as his tongue works faster, more desperately against me.

A deep groan rumbles from his chest, and I can feel him starting to pulse in my hands. I tighten my grip, determined to push him over first.

Then it happens.

For a split second, his whole body goes rigid beneath me.

And then he cums. Hot ropey spurts stream through his twitching cock, splashing my back, my ass, and my hand. Each pulse thunders against my palm. His hips buck wildly as I continue stroking him through it.

Each down stroke sends another delicious spurt into the air, and each upstroke catches more of his warm sticky seed on my fingers.

"Look at me when I come for you.” I command, and Vadim obeys.

His dark gaze locks with mine, showing me a mix of defiance and submission that makes my heart race faster. The intensity in his eyes and the raw need there completely shatters my control.

The orgasm hits me like a sledgehammer. My body arches as waves of ecstasy crash through me. A scream tears from my throat, echoing off the walls as my thighs clamp around his head. My vision blurs at the edges. Pleasure courses through my body in delicious lapping waves.

His tongue never stops moving and he drink in my release as if he's dying of thirst. Each swirl and each circle traces my cunt as if he's memorizing it. Fresh tremors race up my spine. My hands grip his slippery cock, holding onto him for dear life as I ride out the intense sensations.

The world narrows down to just his mouth on me, the thick pulsing cock between my hands, the endless waves of pleasure, and the smell of his seed running down my body and my fingers. I can feel him moaning against my sensitive flesh, and the vibrations extend my own release.

My body jerks with tiny bursts of aftershocks as he licks me through the final tremors.

Finally, I release my grip on Vadim and slide back onto his heaving chest. My thighs still tremble from the intensity of my release. His gray eyes lock onto mine, dark and hungry as I bring my fingers—glistening with Vadim’s cum—to my mouth.

Thick rivulets slide down over the engagement ring he gave me, marking me as his forever. The pink diamond continues to sparkle despite the its new pearly coating.

I bring my fingers to my lips, letting my tongue dart out to taste him—salty and masculine. The metal band feels warm against my tongue. His eyes darken as he watches me.

I clean each finger thoroughly, making sure he sees every swipe of my tongue. His hands flex against my thighs but he doesn't try to move them as he watches me, entranced.

The ring catches the light again as I twist my hand. It's like seeing it anew.

I continue to clean the ring with careful, deliberate swipes of my tongue, twisting and turning to make sure I don't miss a single drop.

My tongue flicks against the diamond's facets, lapping each surface with deliberate care as I savor the taste of his cum.

Just like that day, heat pools low in my belly at how filthy this act should feel. But there's something intoxicating about debasing something so pure and expensive while Vadim watches with such raw hunger and adoration.

"Whose insatiable cumslut am I?" I ask softly as my tongue tucks the final drop of his cum behind my lips.

"Mine, zvyozdochka ," he whispers, his eyes never leaving me as he presses one gentle kiss after another between my thighs.