25. Aurora
25
AURORA
"Be a good girl and open your mouth."
I shiver at his command, my body responding before my mind can even process the words. When I part my lips, I can feel my pulse racing in my throat.
Ruslan's cock stands proud before me, thick and imposing. For a moment, I wonder if I can take him.
He's so much larger than I imagined.
The sight of his tattooed hands gripping himself makes my thighs clench together.
"That's it, zarechka ," he murmurs as I lean forward.
My lips stretch wide around him. The weight of him on my tongue sends a jolt of excitement straight through me. I've never wanted to please someone this badly before.
I can taste a hint of salt when he enters. When I flatten my tongue against the underside of his shaft, he lets out a deep groan that vibrates through my entire body.
His fingers tangle in my hair, not forcing me down but guiding me.
"Look at me," he commands.
I raise my eyes to meet his golden gaze, never breaking contact as I take him deeper. His pupils dilate when I hollow my cheeks and suck harder.
"Fuck," he hisses when I swirl my tongue around the head. "Just like that."
The power I feel in this moment is intoxicating. This dangerous man is completely at my mercy.
My hand wraps around what I can't fit in my mouth, stroking in rhythm with my lips. Each time I bob my head, I take him a little deeper until he nudges the back of my throat. Instead of panicking, I relax and let him slide deeper.
"So good," Ruslan groans, his voice thickening with desire. "My good dirty girl."
I moan around him, the vibration making his grip tighten in my hair. The ache between my legs grows unbearable. I've never been this wet, this desperate from giving pleasure rather than receiving it.
When I reach up to cup him with my free hand, his hips jerk forward involuntarily. I gag slightly but recover quickly, determined to show him just how bad I can be.
I slide my mouth down his length, drunk on the heady taste of him, on the control I see slipping from his usual iron grip.
But I don't look away. Not when Ruslan's golden eyes hold me in place.
"Deeper, zarechka ," he growls. "Show me how bad you can be."
His fingers tighten in my hair, sending shivers across my scalp. I hollow my cheeks and pull back slowly, swirling my tongue around his tip before plunging down again.
"You're so fucking beautiful with your lips stretched around my cock," he says, his voice rough like gravel.
I moan around him, and he hisses through his teeth.
"My good girl," he continues. "But I know better. I know what you really are."
My core pulses with need at his words. I reach between my legs, desperate for some relief.
"That's right," Ruslan murmurs, noticing my movement. "Touch yourself while you suck me. Show me how wet you are from pleasuring me."
I whimper and obey, my fingers finding slick heat.
"Such a dirty little thing," he praises. "My greedy little cum whore with an innocent face."
My eyes flutter closed, overwhelmed by the sensations and his praise.
"Eyes on me," he commands sharply. "I want to see every moment of your surrender."
I open my eyes, meeting his intense stare as I take him deeper.
"That's it," he purrs. "My perfect little cock slut. You were made for this. You were made for me."
My lungs burn as I work him deeper, my own pleasure mounting with each stroke of my fingers between my legs. The tension coils tighter in my core, and I can feel my climax building like a gathering storm.
I pull back, releasing him as I gulp in air, a strand of saliva connecting us for a moment before breaking.
"Want to see what else I'm made for?" I pant, looking up at him through my lashes.
His cock stands glistening and hard before me as I lower my head to take one of his balls into my mouth. The groan that tears from his throat makes me throb with need. I swirl my tongue around the sensitive smooth skin while my hand continues stroking his shaft.
The wet obscene sound and the smell of musk fill the air around us.
"You like when I'm filthy for you?" I murmur against him before taking the other heavy orb into my mouth, my eyes never leaving his. "Only for you."
Ruslan's pupils are blown wide with desire. "Only for me," he echoes, his voice a possessive growl.
"I can't stop thinking about this cock of yours," I continue, shocking myself with my newfound boldness.
My hand speeds up on his shaft. "I imagine you filling me up, and making me take every inch."
Ruslan drops to his knees suddenly, his large hand replacing mine between my legs. I gasp as two thick fingers slide inside me without warning.
"Like this?" he asks, curling his fingers to hit that perfect spot inside me.
"Yes," I moan, hips bucking against his hand. "God, Ruslan..."
"Put that cock back in your mouth," he commands.
I take him deep into my mouth again, moaning as his fingers work their magic inside me. His touch is electric, sending waves of pleasure through my entire body with each stroke.
"Deeper," Ruslan growls above me. "Take me deeper."
His free hand finds the back of my head, fingers tangling in my hair. He doesn't force me down, but the gentle pressure guides me, encouraging me to take more of him.
I've never felt this free before. I've never dwelled in this wild abandonment where I can just give in to what my body wants without fear or shame. The feeling is intoxicating. Powerful.
"Your pussy is so wet." His fingers curl inside me, hitting that perfect spot that makes my vision blur. "Is it wet just for me?"
I moan around him and nod, the vibrations making his grip tighten in my hair. His fingers speed up, matching the rhythm of my mouth on his cock. The dual sensations are overwhelming. His thick length fills my mouth while his fingers stretch me open.
His hand presses more firmly against the back of my head, pulling me closer until he hits the back of my throat. That slight edge of control, a reminder of his strength, sends me careening over the edge.
The orgasm crashes through me without warning. I cry out around his cock, my body convulsing as waves of pleasure pulse outward from my core. My thighs tremble, squeezing around his hand as I come harder than I ever have before.
"Yes, zarechka ," Ruslan praises hoarsely. "Come for me. Come with my cock in that pretty mouth. Show me how much you love it."
I whimper, unable to form words as the pleasure continues to pulse through me. His fingers keep moving, drawing out my orgasm until I'm shaking.
"You're so fucking beautiful when you come for me," he continues, his voice thick with desire.
I shudder as the waves of pleasure continue to pulse through my body. My thighs quiver uncontrollably, my mind blissfully blank except for the sensation of Ruslan's fingers slowly withdrawing from me.
He brings his glistening fingers to his mouth. His golden eyes never leave mine as he licks them clean, one by one. "Fucking delicious."
No one has ever looked at me like this before.
Like I'm something to be savored, treasured, and devoured all at once.
"Look at yourself." Ruslan points at the mirror.
I obey without thinking, shifting my gaze to the mirror while continuing to work his length. My heart skips when I do.
The woman in the reflection is someone I barely recognize. My pupils are blown wide, my skin flushed, hair wild from Ruslan's grip. My lips are swollen and stretched around his cock. I look unhinged. Desperate. Completely consumed by desire.
This isn't Jamie Fields hiding from a monster. This isn't even Aurora Castellanos playing it safe.
This is me, whoever I truly am, finally letting go.
I pull back, releasing him from my mouth with a wet pop. My voice comes out as a ragged whisper.
"Make me watch." I gesture toward the mirror. "I want to see you fuck my face."
Ruslan's eyes darken. "Are you sure?"
Even now when I'm on my knees before him and when I've practically begged him to take control, he still checks.
He still makes sure that this is what I want.
Something warm blooms in my chest that has nothing to do with lust.
"Yes," I whisper. "Please."
A corner of his mouth lifts in a smirk. He brushes his thumb across my bottom lip before pressing it into my mouth, holding it open. With his other hand, he guides his cock back to my waiting lips.
"Keep your eyes on the mirror," he commands. "I want you to see exactly what I see."
Then he pushes forward, filling my mouth completely.
My eyes flutter closed for just a moment as Ruslan's cock hits the back of my throat.
"Eyes open," he growls. "Look at yourself."
I force my eyes open, moaning around his thick length as I take in my reflection. My cheeks are flushed pink. Saliva drips down my chin. His tattooed hands grip my hair tightly, controlling my movements.
"See how beautiful you look with my cock down your throat?"
I whimper in response, unable to form words. My throat burns deliciously with each thrust. He's holding back. I can feel the tension in his grip, the careful way he watches my reactions.
The mirror shows everything. My swollen lips stretched wide. The way my throat bulges when he pushes deep. The desperate hunger in my eyes that I barely recognize.
"Such a good girl," he growls. "My good girl."
His pace quickens but never loses that edge of control. He knows exactly how much I can take. My hands grip his thighs for balance as he fucks my mouth harder.
I don't look away from my reflection. I can't look away. The woman in the mirror is transformed. Wild on her knees, yet impossibly free.
This is who I am with him. Who I want to be.
My core throbs with need as he hits the back of my throat again and again. Tears of exertion gather in my eyes, but I keep them open and locked on the mirror.
For him.
For this beautiful dangerous man using my mouth for his pleasure.
Ruslan tightens his grip on my hair, and a perfect mix of pleasure and pain dances across my scalp.
"Are you ready, zarechka ?" His voice is strained, barely controlled.
I can't speak with my mouth so full, so I nod and tilt my gaze upward to meet his.
His grip tightens further as his hips thrust forward. I feel him pulse against my tongue before the first hot salty spurt hits the back of my throat.
I swallow instinctively.
Another thick pulse follows, and another.
I hold his gaze as I drink him down, watching his magnificent face contort in pleasure. The control he's maintained this entire time shatters.
His head falls back, throat exposed as a ragged and breathy moan tears from his rumbling chest.
His tattooed fingers twist tighter in my hair, holding me in place as he empties himself.
There's too much. Despite my efforts, a few drops escape the corner of my mouth, sliding down my chin. Still, I don't break away. I keep swallowing, taking everything he gives me, relishing in the knowledge that I'm doing this to him.
I'm making him lose control.
When he finally pulls out, we're both panting. His chest heaves with exertion. A sheen of sweat covers his brow.
I lick my lips, savoring his lingering taste.
"You're perfect," Ruslan murmurs, voice rough. He reaches down, scooping the escaped drops from my chin with his finger. "Absolutely fucking perfect."
He holds his cum-slicked finger before my face. Without hesitation, I rise up on my knees and press my lips against his finger, kissing it clean. Once. Twice. Three times.
Then I take the digit into my mouth, sucking it as thoroughly as I just did his cock, my tongue swirling around to capture every last drop.
His eyes darken again as he watches me. When I release his finger from my lips, he cups my face with both hands and presses a gentle kiss to my lips.
"My filthy angel," he whispers reverently.
"Your good girl," I respond.