Page 55 of Pretty When He Bleeds

“Keep making those sounds for me. Let me know how good I’m making you feel.”

“Damon!” I gasp, my hips shifting as he curls his fingers, hitting a spot that makes me see stars. “Fuck! Right there!”

“That’s it,” he growls, his lips trailing down my neck as he works me open, his fingers scissoring and twisting in a way that leaves me trembling. “You’re gonna take me so well.”

I’m too far gone to care about how desperate I sound, my hips rocking against his hand as he works me open. The pressure builds, heat pooling low in my stomach, and I can feel myself teetering on the edge.

“Damon, please,” I gasp, my hands fisting in the sheets. “I need—”

“I know what you need,” he mutters, pulling his fingers out and reaching for the lube again to slick me up.

“Stop teasing,” I manage, my voice breathless as I look up at him. “Just—fuck, Damon, just do it.”

His eyes darken, and he reaches for a condom. “Careful what you wish for, baby,” he mutters, his lips twitching into a smirk as he rolls it on. “I don’t play nice.”

“I don’t want nice,” I shoot back, my chest heaving as he settles between my legs. “Give me pain… I fucking need it.”

Damon’s smirk sharpens, his teeth catching on his bottom lip as he runs the tip of his cock over my slick hole.

“Needy little painslut,” he growls, his voice dripping with filthy amusement as he spreads me wide. “Begging me to wreck you. You’d let me tear you apart just to feel something, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes,” I hiss, my body arching toward him, desperate for more. “I love it—fuck, Damon, please, just fucking do it already!”

He doesn’t hesitate, pressing the blunt head of his cock against my entrance, teasing it in halfway before slamming into me in one rough thrust.

“Fuck!” I cry out.

The stretch is brutal, every nerve ending screaming as he bottoms out, his cock buried to the hilt. My fingers claw at his back, my chest heaving as I struggle to catch my breath, the pain coursing through me like a live wire. But it’s exactly what I need.

“That hurt, baby?” Damon asks, his tone mocking as he leans over me, his breath hot against my ear. He stills for a moment, letting me feel the stretch and sheer overwhelming sensation of him filling me completely.

Then he moves.

The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, punctuated by his low, guttural groans and my desperate gasps. He leans over me, one hand gripping my jaw and forcing me to look at him.

“Look at you,” he says, his tone mocking as he fucks me into the mattress. “Taking me like the desperate little slut you are. You’d let me destroy this perfect hole, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes—fuck, yes,” I cry, my body trembling as he pounds into me, his cock hitting that spot that makes my vision blur. “Harder, Damon—please, harder—”

“Fucking shameless,” he growls, his hand slipping down to wrap around my throat, squeezing just enough to make my head spin.

I moan, my hips jerking against his, desperate for more. “I love it—I fucking love it,” I mumble incoherently, my voice cracking as he squeezes tighter, the pressure making everything sharper, more intense.

Each thrust is relentless, and I can feel myself unraveling, the heat in my stomach threatening to explode. My body shakes, my head swimming as he pushes me closer and closer to the edge, his filthy words and rough touch driving me wild.

“Oh, no, you don’t get to come yet,” he snaps and he squeezes my throat harder. “Not until I say so.”

I whimper, my vision blurring as the pain and pleasure blend together, the pressure in my stomach building to unbearable levels.

“You’re so fucking pathetic, baby,” he growls, his voice rough as he slams into me harder, every thrust punching the air out of my lungs. “Whimpering and begging for me to hurt you. It’s a good thing you’re mine, or I’d make you beg for it louder.”

I’m trembling, my body on the verge of breaking, and the words spill out before I can stop them. “Please, let me—Ineedto—”

“Come, baby,” he growls, his lips brushing against my ear as his grip tightens. “Let everyone know who owns this hole.”

“Damon—fuck—Damon!” I cry, my release hitting me like a freight train. My body arches off the bed, my vision going white as I come hard, the pleasure and pain blending into something blinding and all-consuming.

Damon doesn’t let up, fucking me through it, his thrusts rough and erratic as he chases his own release. His hand tightens on my throat, his other gripping my hip as he slams into me one last time, a guttural groan tearing from his throat as he shudders, his cock pulsing inside me.

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