33. Ruslan
33
RUSLAN
Aurora kisses me with an intensity that drains the breath from my lungs.
Her lips crush against mine, demanding and fierce in a way I've never felt from her before. There's something different this time.
A wildness in her touch that speaks of determination and control.
" Zarechka ," I whisper against her mouth, but she silences me with another kiss, harder and more consuming than the last.
Her hands grasp at my shirt, fingers trembling with urgency as she works at the buttons. When she grows impatient, she simply yanks, sending buttons scattering across the floor. The sound they make pinging against the hardwood is drowned by her needy moan.
"I want you," she breathes, her hazel eyes dark with desire. "Now."
My body responds instantly to her command, cock hardening painfully against my pants. This new Aurora—commanding, assertive—is intoxicating.
She pushes me back against the bed until I'm sitting at the edge, looking up at her.
I grab for her blouse, but she catches my wrists.
"No," she says, reaching for my belt. "Me first."
Fuck. My heart hammers against my ribs. This woman never ceases to surprise me. I've seen her vulnerable, seen her afraid, seen her determined. But I've never seen her like this: taking what she wants without hesitation.
Like a true pakhan's wife.
She works my belt free with surprising efficiency, then shoves my pants down my legs. I kick them off, along with my shoes, while she pulls her own blouse over her head in one fluid motion. Her bra follows, revealing the full curves of her breasts, fuller now with pregnancy.
"You're beautiful," I tell her, reaching for her, but she pushes my shoulders back.
"Lie down," she orders, hair falling around her face like a curtain of gold, eyes bright with hunger.
Who am I to deny her?
Aurora drops to her knees before me, her hands sliding along my thighs with delicious pressure.
Then, she shoves them open to create space for herself between my legs.
The look in her eyes is like nothing I've ever seen before.
Hungry, determined, almost predatory.
"Give me that cock," she whispers, her voice husky with desire.
Her fingers wrap around my cock, and the sensation of her skin against mine sends electricity surging through my body. She pumps me once, twice, her grip tight but perfect.
"Fuck," I groan as she works my length with ruthless efficiency.
Her thumb swipes over my tip, spreading the pearl of precum that's gathered there. The slickness makes her hand glide easier, faster. Each stroke sends waves of pleasure radiating from my groin.
"What will you be tomorrow?" she asks, her hazel eyes locked on mine.
"The pakhan of pakhans." I gasp, watching as she licks her lips.
Her breasts rise and fall with her quickened breathing. The pregnancy has made them fuller, more sensitive. I want to touch them, but she maintains control.
"And what are you tonight?"
"Yours."
Her pace increases. The wet sounds of her hand working my cock fill the room. Shameless. Obscene. Perfect. My hips start to move involuntarily, thrusting up to meet her downstrokes.
She twists her wrist on the upstroke. A jolt shoots through me. My balls tighten. She notices my reaction and does it again. And again.
"Don't you dare fucking cum," she whispers. "Not until I say you can."
Her free hand cups my balls. Squeezes gently. My cock grows harder within her grasp.
She pumps faster. Harder. Relentless. "Whose cock is this?"
The pressure builds.
"Yours," I gasp.
She doesn't stop. Instead, she tightens her grip as my thighs tense. Her pace quickens and I hear blood pounding in my ears.
"And are you going to give me my cock?"
"Yes…" I strain.
Then, without warning, she closes her mouth around my cock and takes it all the way down her throat.
"Fuck! Aurora?—"
She works my cock with ruthless precision, lips tight around my shaft as she slides down, taking me deeper than I thought possible. Her mouth is hot and wet, her tongue thrashing wildly against the underside of my shaft.
When I attempt to reach for her head to guide her, she slaps my hands away without breaking rhythm. The sharp sting of rejection only heightens my arousal.
She pulls back just long enough to command: "Keep your fucking hands by your side."
Then she dives back down, taking me so deep her nose brushes against my skin.
A torrid moan rips from my throat. Something primal. Desperate.
My thighs start to close around her, a reflexive response to the overwhelming sensation, but she shoves them apart with surprising strength. Her fingernails dig into my flesh, marking me, claiming me.
I finally understand what's happening here.
This isn't about my pleasure, though she's certainly delivering it in waves. This isn't about service or reciprocation or even foreplay.
This is Aurora taking what she wants. Showing me who's in control.
My little zarechka . She came to me so frightened and wary of the world. But now she’s commanding me with nothing but her mouth and her will.
My head falls back, surrendering to her completely. My hands grip the sheets instead of her hair, respecting her silent demand.
I'm the pakhan, feared by men across California, and yet here I am, utterly at the mercy of this woman.
Her tongue swirls around my tip before she plunges down again. The wet sounds filling the room are obscene, filthy, perfect.
My hips buck involuntarily, and she doesn't stop me from thrusting up into her mouth. Instead, she moans around my cock, the vibration nearly sending me over the edge.
This is about her. Not me. She's taking what she needs, using my body for her pleasure.
And fuck if that isn't sexiest thing I've ever experienced.
My body trembles as tension builds in my core. Every nerve ending fires like lightning across my skin. Aurora's mouth is relentless, her tongue performing dark magic that's pushing me toward oblivion.
" Zarechka ," I gasp through clenched teeth. "I'm going to?—"
Just as the pressure reaches its peak, she pulls away with a wet pop. Cold air caresses my slick cock, the sudden absence of her warm mouth nearly painful.
I groan in frustration, my hips jerking up instinctively, chasing the heat that's no longer there.
"Look at me," Aurora commands, her voice husky and raw.
I force my eyes open, my chest heaving as I struggle to regain control. She kneels between my legs, lips swollen and glistening, cheeks flushed with color. Her hazel eyes burn with determination and triumph.
A smirk plays across her face as she wraps her hand around my cock, keeping me on edge with slow, teasing strokes.
"The pakhan of pakhans," she whispers, her thumb circling the sensitive head. "The most powerful man in California."
I can barely form words as I wait for her to continue.
Her smile widens, feral and knowing. "Left moaning and whimpering by this woman on her knees."
My cock throbs in her hand, confirming her words better than mine ever could.
"Yes," I admit, voice strained.
"Don't you ever forget that." She leans forward, her breath hot against my wet skin as she bites my earlobes. "Don't you forget who made you moan like this when you crown yourself tomorrow."
"Never."
Her gaze never leaves mine, challenging, demanding submission.
"Look at me, pakhan of pakhans," she commands, lowering her head until her lips are just a whisper away from my cock. "Look at me while I suck your cock and drain your fucking balls."
Aurora stares into my eyes as she rocks back on her knees.
Her lips part. And then she spits on my cock.
The wet obscene sound echoes in the dark.
"Fuck, Aurora..." I groan, unable to look away from her eyes commanding me with infinite authority.
She doesn't blink as she takes me back into her mouth. No hesitation. No mercy. Just the wet heat of her throat enveloping me completely.
This isn't the gentle exploration of our early days together. This is possession. Domination.
She's claiming what belongs to her.
She slides all the way down, her lips reaching the base, before pulling back with agonizing slowness. Her throat constricts around me, working muscles I didn't know existed. The pressure is maddening.
And then she starts to speed up.
Every time she pulls back, she takes a quick breath, then plunges back down—deeper, faster, harder. She doesn't break her rhythm or her eye contact, not for a second.
"Oh fuck..." I hiss through clenched teeth.
I'm gripping the sheets so tightly my knuckles turn white. The veins in my arms stand out as I fight to keep my hands at my sides, respecting her unspoken command.
Then she screams with my cock around her mouth. The sound is muffled, but the vibration sends one intense pulse after another straight to my spine.
She buries herself against the base and screams again. The vibration of her vocal cords against my flesh trigger a chain reaction throughout my body.
My thighs tense. My abdomen tightens. My toes curl against the floor.
The tension inside me coils tighter, straining dangerously.
I won't last. I can't.
"Aurora, I'm—" I try to warn her, my voice strained beyond recognition.
She only sucks harder in response, her eyes now flashing with challenge. One more guttural scream against my cock—this one longer, more intense—and my control shatters completely.
I explode in Aurora's throat, unable to hold back another second.
Every muscle in my body seizes at once. Pleasure rips through me with such force I forget to breathe. All that exists is the pulsing of my cock and the tight, wet heat of her throat constricting around me.
Her eyes darken as she holds my gaze. I don't dare look away.
Not once does she flinch or pull back. She takes everything I give her, her throat working as she swallows pulse after pulse.
Not a single drop is lost.
Nothing escapes those perfect lips that have brought me to my knees.
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.