Page 168 of The Sinner's Sanctuary

I know exactly what he means—neither one of us has lube.

Lube is by far one of the worst parts about fucking a guy. It’s never around when you really need it. And to be honest, I don’t feel exactly comfortable having sex in a stranger’s bed and usingtheirs. But I need him pretty bad, and I feel like we can figure this out. I nod toward the kitchen. “Get creative, kinky boy.”

He smirks. “Careful how you talk to me, or you’ll end up with mayonnaise up your ass.”

He talks a big game, but he’s already stripping off his shirt and opening cabinets. He returns to me with an open jar which he sets on the TV cabinet. I kick off my shoes before shoving down my pants. He’s undressed already, and he slides my t-shirt off with a hum of appreciation at all the marks he’s left on me. I’m getting hard fast, but he’s already stunningly erect.

“I’m about to make such a fucking mess of you, gorgeous.”

I jerk my cock while he stares at me. He dips three fingers into the jar of coconut oil and greases himself up. Our size difference usually doesn’t come into play when we fuck around because it’s mostly weight based, but right now, when he grabs me by the ass and lifts me clean off my feet, I gasp in shock. My back slams into the wall as my legs lock around his hips. I grab hold of his shoulders.

“Fuck,” I breathe through the adrenaline rush.

Using his strong arms to maneuver me, he pulls me onto his incredibly slick dick. “Oh shit,” I groan at the angle—the fit—the filth of fucking with coconut oil against a stranger’s wall.

It’s desperate and depraved in the best possible way.

“Mmm….yeah,” he moans as he bottoms out. “Still the best lay in town, baby.”

I can’t smile because he’s too deep in me, but I feel kind of proud. It’s not like hehadto say that.

With a roll of his hips, he works me back and forth on his cock. It’s blazingly hot and has me burning up in a hurry. My back is even sweating, and as I slip on the wall, I let go of one of his shoulders to grab the cabinet and steady myself. He bends forward to kiss me, licking into my mouth as our hips work in a pounding rhythm. I’m already seeing stars as he fills my hole andlights up my prostate with each thrust. “Mmm…mmm...” I moan down his throat.

“You like this, baby? You like taking this cock whenever I feel like giving it to you?”

“Yeah—yeah, I do.”

“Such a good fucking boy. My pretty, perfect slut.”

“Unh—fuck…” I groan, his words going straight to my cock. It throbs lethally.

“Hang on tight,” he tells me before really starting to fuck me. What came before this was child’s play. He’s even faster and harder than he was on the roof, and I thought nothing could be more intense than that. I fuckingloveit.

And I love him.

I love that he knows he can use me to spend every emotion—good or bad. I love that there’s no lie in the way his body responds to mine. I love that he doesn’t hold back and trusts me to hold everything he can’t. I love belonging to him and knowing he’s just as muchmine.

“I love you,” I remind him as he’s railing the fuck out of me.

“God,fuck, Chris.” His mouth slams into mine, and he slows his roll, shoving me further up the wall and putting his entire body into our connection.

I’m vibrating with our closeness, the overwhelming intimacy—the unguardedlove. All that shit I couldn’t hold inside me? It bursts out in a shouted cry and the strongest orgasm of my life. Cum sprays our chests as he shoves balls deep and shudders hard. My ass fills with his release, and my mouth welcomes his tongue as he kisses me through every eruption of his throbbing cock.

“Don’t you dare leave me,” he whispers, as our bodies settle, and our kiss goes from overwhelming to gentle. The plea in his words, though, hits me harder than anything else tonight.

“Did you hear what I said?” I ask.

“I did, and I’ll probably never stop asking for more. I’m sorry.”

I never want him to stop asking. When two people’s jaggededges fit together as well as ours do, there’s not much more to do except be profoundly grateful and make all the promises you want made in return.

“I swear I’ll never leave you.”

He bites my lower lip and lets out a contented sigh. “I swear you’ll never regret it.”

EPILOGUE

GIBSON

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