Page 164 of The Beautiful Dead

Domino dragged his mouth lower, licking, biting, tracing the ridges of my abs, dipping his tongue into my navel. Fireworks exploded through my nervous system.

He pushed onto his knees, towering over me. My breath hitched as he peeled his jeans off, slow and deliberate.

My mouth went dry.

His cock—thick, flushed, fucking perfect—slapped against his stomach, leaving a glistening, wet trail across his skin.

Heat rushed through me. I needed to taste him. I needed him on my tongue. I needed?—

“You want this?” His voice was a low, taunting rasp.

He wrapped his hand around his length, stroking slowly from root to tip, teasing, squeezing just enough to make my cock throb in response. A bead of precum pooled at his tip.

I watched, entranced. My head thrashed against the sheets. “Yesss,” I hissed.

Domino laughed. Dark. Dangerous. Wicked.

I licked my lips. Struggled against the belt. “Please.”

His thighs moved up my body, straddling my chest. The head of his cock brushed against my lips, smearing precum across them.

I inhaled deeply. Leather and smoke. Sweat and sin. That heady, intoxicating masculine scent was thickest at his groin.

I moaned.

“Open up,piccolo agnello.”

My mouth snapped open instantly.

He chuckled. Fucking smirked. His gaze locked onto my tongue, watching me wait for him.

“Someone’s hungry,” he mused, his voice like a blade slicing down my spine.

His hand tangled into my hair, pulling tight. Positioning me exactly where he wanted me. The other guided his cock to my lips.

I moaned at the first hot, heavy, velvet slide of his length against my tongue and hollowed my cheeks, let him in, let him own me. I was flying high, knowing I was the one that brought him to his knees. I relaxed my throat, allowing him in deeper.

Domino groaned, deep and low. He fucked my mouth with controlled, powerful thrusts that made tears prick the backs of my eyes.

Brutal. Unrelenting. Perfect.

My throat burned and ached. I took it all and would have begged for more if I could have. Saliva spilled from my lips and down my chin, slicking his cock, filling the air with filthy, wet sounds.

He gripped the headboard, muscles tensing, flexing, rippling as he increased the intensity of his thrusts. I wanted to grab hold of his ass and sink my fingers into the muscled cheeks, feel them clench and relax as he moved.

“Fuck, you’re so good at this.” His voice—pure reverence.

He snapped his hips forward, burying himself to the hilt. My nose pressed to his base, my throat stretched wide. I was drowning in him as he invaded every one of my senses.

He was thick, pulsing, taking everything I had left. “That’s it, Remi.” A sharp thrust, a wrecked, salacious groan. “Take it all. Take everything I’m gonna give you.”

His cock twitched. Throbbed against my tongue, cutting off my air supply. A hand wrapped around my throat as he felt himself deep inside me. I imagined his balls drawing up tight, his release spilling out thick and hot.

“Don’t swallow.” He pulled back until just the tip rested on my tongue, his voice a demand, a command. “Close your mouth and keep it there.”

My chest heaved, my lungs burning as I lost myself to his brutal rapture.

“Taste me. Savor it. Because I’m going to fuck myself back into you.”

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