34. Aurora
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AURORA
I lower myself 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.
She's Aurora Dragunov.
And she takes what she wants.
Ruslan moans beneath me, the vibration making my thighs quiver. I know he loves this just as much as I do. My wetness coating his chin, my complete surrender to pleasure in a moment of my absolute control.
"You like this?" I ask, voice thick with arousal as I rock harder against his mouth. "You like it when your wife uses you like this?"
His eyes flash in response, and he grabs my ass with both hands, pulling me down harder against his tongue. I throw my head back, a ragged cry escaping my throat as he sucks my clit between his lips.
"That's right," I pant, rolling my hips faster. "Make me come. Make your wife come all over your face."
His tongue drives me over the edge, drawing maddening patterns against my clit as I ride his face. The pleasure builds endlessly, gathering in intensity until I can't hold back anymore.
"Yes!" I cry out as the wave crashes through me. "Yes! Yes! Yes!"
My thighs clamp against his head as pleasure explodes outward from my core, radiating through my body in pulsing waves. Each surge feels stronger than the last, and my body shakes uncontrollably as he continues licking me through my orgasm.
Without breaking contact, I reach behind me to grasp his cock and find it rock hard in my palm. I pump him furiously, feeling him throb beneath my fingers.
"My filthy queen," he groans against my pussy, sending aftershocks through my still-sensitive flesh.
As the last waves of pleasure subside, I slide down his body, my hand never leaving his cock. His chest rises and falls with heavy breaths, golden eyes tracking my every movement as I position myself over him.
"Are you ready to be fucked by your queen now?" I whisper, giving him a slow, deliberate stroke from base to tip.
His hands grip my hips, fingers digging into my flesh with barely restrained need. His cock twitches in my hand, a bead of precum glistening at the tip.
"Yes," he growls, his voice rough with desire.
I hover over Ruslan's cock, positioning myself so the head brushes against my entrance. His mesmerizing gold irises darkening with need lock with mine. I take my time as I enjoy this moment of absolute control.
"Watch me take you," I whisper, slowly lowering myself onto him.
The first stretch as he enters me pulls a gasp from my throat. I slow my descent so that I can savor every inch of him as I sink down and feel how my body yields to accommodate his impressive size.
The fullness is exquisite. It almost borders on too much but never crosses that line.
"Oh fuck," I breathe, pausing halfway to adjust to his thickness.
His hands find my thighs, and his fingers press into my flesh. I can see the strain in his face as he fights the urge to thrust upward, to take control of our pace.
I sink lower, taking more of him until finally, I'm seated completely. His cock throbs inside me, stretching me perfectly, touching places that only he can touch and driving the air out of my lungs.
"Do you feel how wet I am for you?" I ask, circling my hips in a slow, teasing motion. "How perfectly we fit together?"
A groan tears from his throat. "Aurora..."
I lift myself slightly, then sink back down at a torturously slow pace. His hands move to my hips in an attempt to move me faster.
I slap them away.
"No," I command, pinning his wrists against the mattress. "You don't get to control this. You may be inside of me, but I'm fucking you."
His eyes flash with surprise, and his lips curl up into a slight smile through the unmistakable arousal on his face.
"If you want me to go faster," I continue, maintaining my leisurely pace, rocking my hips in small, deliberate movements. "You'll have to beg for it like a good boy."
Ruslan's smile widens.
"Come on, Daddy," I tease, tightening my inner muscles around him as I rise and fall with maddening slowness. "Don't you want Mommy to fuck you like she means it?"
His hands fist in the sheets as I continue my unhurried pace, watching pleasure and frustration war across his beautiful face.
He continues to smile despite the strain visible in his body.
It's that half-maddening, half-delicious expression he wears when he thinks he's won something. I know the silent challenge immediately.
He's not going to beg. Not yet. He thinks that I'm going to break first.
My lips curl into a smile as I hover above him, his cock still buried deep inside me. "Oh, do you think you can win this game?"
I clench my inner muscles deliberately around him. His smile falters, just for a moment, and a strangled groan escapes his throat.
The sound sends a shiver of satisfaction through me.
"You think you can outlast me?" I rock my hips in tiny circles, watching his eyes roll back slightly. "That's adorable."
I place my palms flat against his powerful chest, feeling his heart hammering beneath my fingers. His skin burns hot under my touch. I lift myself slowly, torturously, until only the tip of his cock is inside me.
For one breathless moment, I hover there, making him wait.
Then I slam down on him with full force.
"Fuck!" The curse tears from his lips as I take him to the hilt.
I do it again. Rising achingly slow, then dropping down hard and fast.
The contrast between the gentle rise and the brutal descent is driving him wild. Each time I crash down, his hips instinctively buck upward, trying to take back control.
"Aurora..." His voice is strained, a delicious rasp that tells me he's close to breaking.
"Yes, Daddy?" I purr, repeating the motion. "Did you want something?"
His fingers dig into the sheets. Sweat dots his forehead with the effort of restraint. I lean forward, my breasts brushing against his chest as I whisper in his ear.
"All you have to do is ask nicely."
I slam down again, grinding my hips in a circle at the bottom. His whole body tenses beneath me.
"Please," he finally growls, the word dragged from somewhere deep inside him.
Victory floods my veins, sweeter than any wine.
"Please what?" I tease, still moving with deliberate slowness.
"Please, zarechka ." His voice thickens with desire. "Please fuck me. Please fuck me like you mean it."
"Such a good boy," I purr, rewarding his surrender with a slow roll of my hips. "I love it when you beg like that."
The heady rush of power floods my system as I feel him tremble beneath me. My body tingles with the thrill of it.
I begin to move in earnest now. Each descent sends sparks of pleasure radiating through my core. I set a rhythm that starts slow and deliberate so that I might drag out the feeling of him inside me.
"Is this what you wanted?" I ask, gradually picking up speed. "To be fucked by your wife like this?"
Ruslan groans, his golden eyes blazing up at me. His hands remain fisted in the sheets and I can see how it costs him. The muscles in his arms strain with the effort of not grabbing me, of not taking control.
He's letting me have this moment completely.
"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. " You are 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.
"It's yours!" I cry out. "It's all yours!"
Sweat glistens on his chest in the dark, and droplets fall from my skin onto his. The room fills with the sounds of our desperate coupling. Skin on skin. His grunts of exertion. My breathless moans.
"Beg for it," he commands, slowing his pace just enough to drive me wild with need. "Beg me to make you come again."
"Please," I whimper, trying to move my hips to match his rhythm, but his weight pins me down. "Please, Ruslan, please make me come again. Please make me come again for you."
He smiles against my neck, and I can feel his grin against my skin. "Beg me to fill your holes, zarechka . All of them."
I feel his finger pressing against my ass. The unexpected pressure makes me gasp.
"Yes…" I whimper. "Fill my holes. Plug every one of them."
"As you wish."
Slowly, deliberately, he pushes his finger inside while continuing to fuck me.
The dual sensation is overwhelming. His thick cock is filling my pussy while his finger stretches me in a place that no-man has ever touched before.
I've never felt so possessed, so filled.
So completely depraved and filthy.
"Oh god," I gasp, barely recognizing my own voice.
He's everywhere. Inside me. Around me. Consuming me. His finger pushes deeper into my ass while his cock fills my pussy with every thrust.
I've never been taken like this before. Never been so utterly possessed.
Each sensation builds on the last. The slight burn and stretch around his finger. The fullness of his cock. The total absence of space between us.
His mouth closes over mine and swallows my desperate moans. His tongue invades me just like his cock, just like his finger to claim every part of me. Taking my breath away. Making my lungs burn for oxygen I don't even want.
I can't breathe. I can't think. I can only feel.
His hand finds the back of my head, tangling in my hair, pressing me impossibly closer. The slight pain of his grip sends another jolt of pleasure through me.
I can feel him growling in my throat. And even if the sound won't take shape, I know what he's saying.
Mine.
That single word vibrates through my entire being.
His cock drives deeper. His finger pushes further. His tongue probes harder.
And something inside me shatters.
The orgasm rips through me with shocking force. Every muscle in my body seizes at once.
My pussy clenches violently around his cock. My ass tightens around his finger. I scream into his mouth for him to swallow.
My vision blurs. White-hot pleasure radiates from my core outward. My toes curl so hard they cramp. My nails dig into his shoulders.
I convulse in his embrace, my body no longer my own.
It belongs to the pleasure. To him.
My pussy pulses rhythmically around his cock as he continues to thrust through my climax. Each stroke sends another shockwave through my oversensitive flesh.
I'm sobbing now, overwhelmed by the intensity. By the rightness of it all.
Ruslan sits up suddenly, wrapping me fully in his embrace, crushing me against his chest. His movements become frantic, desperate. I feel his cock swell impossibly larger inside me.
He breaks our kiss, and I gasp, panting, as I desperately suck in air that my lungs have been burning for.
"I'm going to fill you up," he growls against my ear, his voice breaking with strain. "I'm going to mark you from the inside."
The words send electricity through my already overstimulated body. I wrap my arms around his broad shoulders, feeling the muscles ripple under my fingertips.
"Do it," I beg, biting his earlobe. "Flood me with your cum. I want to feel it pouring inside me."
His other fingers clench around my ass. His body goes rigid beneath me. Face contorting. Breaths ragged and uneven.
"Don't stop," I plead, rocking against him. "Give me all of it, Daddy. Every last fucking drop."
I feel the first violent pulse of his cock as his cum erupts inside me. It's scalding hot, filling me in thick, powerful jets. I grind down hard, trying to take him even deeper.
His entire body trembles as he continues to cum. Each spurt seems stronger than the last, his cock jerking and twitching wildly inside me.
"I can feel it," I whisper, awestruck. "I can feel you pumping me full."
He shudders beneath me, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he continues to cum. It feels endless. Rope after rope of his hot seed flooding my insides. I can feel it starting to leak out around his shaft, dripping and pooling in the space between us.
"It's so much," I marvel, feeling utterly claimed.
When he finally stops pulsing inside me, he keeps me tight against him, his cock still buried deep. I can feel our combined fluids seeping out, making a mess of us both. The filthy evidence of our passion.
"Stay inside me," I whisper, not wanting to break our connection. "I want to keep your cum where it belongs."
His eyes, dark with satisfaction, lock onto mine. He brushes a strand of hair from my face with unexpected tenderness.
"I love you, Aurora," he growls, and I feel his cock twitch one last time inside me. "My life. My light. My queen."
"I love you, too, Ruslan," I pant, pussy fluttering as I milk the final drops of our pleasure.