Page 41 of The Beautiful Dead

His lips parted. His tongue flicked out, eager. Waiting.

I smirked, running my fingers through his hair. “Undo my belt.”

His shaky fingers fumbled once before the leather fell apart at my waist.

“Now, pull down my zipper. Take my cock out.”

Remi swallowed and licked his lips, his throat working around his nerves, but his hands moved without hesitation as he pulled my jeans and boxers down. The moment my cock sprang free, he stared. Devoured me. Like a starving man offered his first taste of real sin.

I wrapped a fist around my length, pumping once, twice, working a bead of precum to the tip. I reached down, brushing it against his lips. Marking him.

Remi’s breath stuttered. He licked his lips, tasting me, moaning.

A growl rumbled in my chest. “Eyes on me.”

He nodded.

“All the time.” I brushed my thumb over his swollen bottom lip. “You break contact—I stop.”

Another nod. His hands found my thighs, gripping them tightly, holding on. He’d need to for what I had planned.

I pressed my cock to the tip of his tongue. “Lick the tip. Taste me.”

His tongue flicked out, slow, teasing. He moaned at the salty taste of me, then he dipped the tip into my slit like he was chasing more. Sharp pleasure shot through me, straight to my balls.

I gritted my teeth. “Stop.”

He froze, sitting back on his heels, panting. I stepped forward, framing his face with my hands as my cock settled on his tongue.

“Good boy.”

I stroked his cheek, tilting his head, before rolling my hips forward, just a little. His lips stretched around me accommodating, my girth as I pushed down his tongue.That tongue bar gliding over a pulsing vein on the underside of my dick made my whole body burn with need. Fuck.Spit slicked my length as I pulled back, then thrust again, deeper this time.

Remi gagged as I hit the back of his throat. “That’s nearly all of me, piccolo agnello, only a couple more inches.”

Tears welled in his eyes.Beautiful.I pulled all the way back, letting just the tip rest on his tongue, then locked eyes with him.

“Relax your throat,” I murmured. “Breathe through your nose. Inhale when I pull back.”

His fingers trembled on my thighs, but he nodded. I smirked, running my fingers through his damp hair, gripping tight.

“I can’t wait to see your tears.”

His breath hitched, but he kept his mouth open. I thrust forward, deep and hard, down his throat. He choked around me, gagging, but didn’t pull away. Didn’t stop.

I pulled back, just enough for him to gasp in air, then slammed back in. A broken sob left his lips. Spit and precum coated his chin, dripping down his neck.

And still—his eyes never left mine. “You cry so beautifully for me, baby.”

The tight, wet heat of his mouth gripped me as I pulled out and thrust back in, the rhythm harsh and punishing. Tears streamed down his pale cheeks.

Swallow. Take it. Be Mine.

The rougher I got, the more he wanted it. The more I took, the more he gave.

My cock slammed down his throat in brutal, unrelenting thrusts, giving him no room to breathe. But instead of pulling back, instead of clawing at me in desperation—Remi groaned.

The sound reverberated through me, a deep, wrecked moan that sent shocks of pleasure down my length, straight to my tightening balls. The sight of him—lips stretched wide, drool slicking his skin, eyes glassy with submission—burned itself into my fucking soul.

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