Page 46 of Pretty When He Bleeds

His eyes snap up to mine, and the challenge in his gaze is unmistakable. “Try me.”

He doesn’t give me time to respond before his hands wrap around my thighs, holding me steady as he leans in, his breath ghosting over my cock. The heat of it sends a shiver down my spine, and I grip the sheets to keep myself grounded.

His tongue flicks out, dragging a slow, deliberate stripe along the underside of my cock, and I let out a low, shuddering breath. The metal of his tongue piercing catches against my skin, sending a sharp jolt of pleasure through me.

“Don’t fucking tease,” I grit out, my fingers twitching at my sides, aching to grab him.

Roman just smirks up at me, his lips brushing the head of my cock. “Where’s the fun in that?” Then he wraps his lips around me, the wet heat of his mouth swallowing the words right out of my throat.

“Jesusfuck,” I groan, my hand flying to his hair as he slides further down, inch by inch, his tongue pressing flat against the underside of my shaft. The balls of his piercings contrast with the warmth of his mouth, the sensation making my hips jerk forward involuntarily.

Roman hums around me, the vibrations sending a shock straight to my spine, and my grip tightens in his hair. I don’t push yet, but my breath stutters as he takes more, letting me press against the back of his throat.

His venom bites drag over my cock when he pulls back, and I nearly lose my mind. “Fuck, Roman,” I groan, my fingers clenching hard enough to make him shudder. He looks up at me through dark lashes, his cheeks hollowed, lips flushed, eyes gleaming with mischief as he takes me deeper again.

Fucking show-off.

“Goddamn,” I growl, my hips rocking forward despite myself. “You look so fucking pretty with my cock in your mouth.”

Roman glares but doesn’t stop, his nails digging into my thighs as he moves faster. He gags slightly when I hit the back of his throat again, but instead of pulling away, he moans, and the sound nearly does me in.

My chest heaves as I watch him—swollen lips wrapped around my cock, spit slicking his chin, his pupils blown wide with concentration. God, he looks hot as fuck and wrecked just for me, especially when I notice the way that split in his lip opens.

A rough, shuddering breath escapes me as he gags when I push a little deeper. But instead of pulling back, he moans again, his throat tightening around me like a fucking vice and that’s all it takes for the last of my restraint to snap.

“Fuck this,” I mutter, my grip shifting as I fist a handful of his hair and yank his head back just enough to make his eyes snap up to mine.

“Open up, pretty boy,” I rasp, my free hand cupping his jaw and my thumb swiping over the mess of blood and spit on his lips. “I’m done letting you tease.”

Roman’s tongue flicks out, swiping against my thumb, and then he smirks—right before I shove him back down.

He gasps, his throat flexing as I thrust up into his mouth, his hands flying to my thighs for balance. I don’t stop. I can’t fucking stop. My fingers tighten in his hair, holding him still as I fuck up into his mouth, forcing him to take me deeper with every roll of my hips.

The slick, filthy sounds of him taking it all go straight to my head, and my free hand grips his jaw, holding him steady as I fuck his mouth properly. “That’s it,” I groan, my head falling back as his throat tightens around me. “Take it. I know you can.”

He gags, choking slightly, but when I glance down, his pupils are huge, his cock hard against his stomach, leaking all over his boxers. His eyes flutter, his hands trembling as he grips my thighs, letting me use him however the fuck I want.

It’s the most perfect fucking sight I’ve ever seen.

“You’re such a mess,” I growl, my grip on his hair tightening as I thrust deeper, feeling the way his throat constricts around me. “Drooling all over yourself, choking on my cock like you were made for this.”

He moans, a garbled, desperate sound, and I swear I feel it everywhere. His fingers tighten, his nails biting into my skin, and I thrust deeper, holding him there just long enough to make him squirm and choke.

But he doesn’t stop me—doesn’t even try. Instead, he moans around me, his throat vibrating, and my whole body shudders.

“Fuuuck,”I groan, thrusting again, the pleasure coiling tight in my spine. “Gonna ruin you, Roman. Gonna fuck that throat until you can’t talk, until all you can do is moan my fucking name.”

His hands shake where they grip me, his nails digging into my skin as he takes everything I give him. I can feel his tongue working against me and his spit running down the length of my cock and his chin. I pull back just enough to let him breathe, my fingers still twisted in his hair as I guide him back down.

“That’s my good boy,” I murmur, my voice nothing but gravel. “Now let me see how much more you can take.”

And then I push him down again, his nose brushing against my skin as I bottom out again, his throat flexing around me as he gags. The sound is filthy, raw, and it sends me fucking spiraling.

“Roman,” I warn after a few more thrusts, my voice breaking. “I’m—fuck—I’m gonna—”

He doesn’t pull away. If anything, he digs his nails in harder, shoving me even deeper until I’m spilling down his throat, my whole body shaking with the force of it. My head tips back as a wrecked groan tears out of me, my muscles locking up as he swallows around my cock.

When he finally pulls back, he’s panting, his lips red and slick, his eyes hazy with satisfaction. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and smirks up at me.

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