Page 129 of The Sinner's Sanctuary

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CHRISTIAN

The look in his eyes when I ask him to take me raw is sharp and possessive. Slightly smug, and I love it. It was just a matter of time before I needed this from him, too. We’re sexually monogamous with negative lab results, and we’ve behaved long enough. I want to feel him. I want to leak his cum. Lube is annoying enough without also worrying about a stupid layer of latex neither of us needs.

He sits back, keeping his eyes on me as he strokes and covers his cock with lube. I keep my hands over my head, enjoying the way he seems to get harder the more of my body he can see. “Have we talked about how fucking beautiful you are?” he asks.

I don’t remember. I don’t know. We say a lot of things. Pretty. I know he’s called me pretty. He’s gorgeous, though. The most attractive man I could imagine. Big and powerful, caring and brutal. I know I’m obsessed, replacing one fixation with another, but Gibson takes up more space in every sense of the phrase. I wasn’t lying when I said I think about him all the time.

Outside with the others, even with him right beside me, I only gave a shit whathewas thinking, whathewas seeing. What hewas feeling with his arm around me in front of the people who know me best. Does he realize he already knows me better?

He lifts my legs by the ankles, and I bend my knees. My ass tilts off the bed as he pushes my thighs closer to my chest. When I feel his cock nudge my hole, I bear down and welcome him in. “God.” I don’t ever want to get used to him. I always want sex to feel like this. Too much. Overwhelming. Violating.I love it.

I grab for the headboard, but my fingers meet smooth wood—nothing to hold onto as he groans and stuffs me full.

When my eyes reopen and focus on him, he’s looking down at the place where his unmoving cock is fully sheathed. I shift my hips, giving us both the friction, and craving more. “Fuck, you feel good. Please fuck me. Fuck me the way only you can do it.”

“Mmph,” he grunts, pulling out slightly before sliding deep again. “Baby…you feel…it’s so good.” He continues barely moving—making me sweat. Penetration this deep is intense, and not easy to take when I can barely move. I force myself to breathe and hold him. We stare at each other as he continues that relentless nudge that stretches me wide and holds me open. My ass clenches, a spasm I can’t control, and he shudders. My cock pulses, and precum jets out, spraying my chest.

Finally, he lengthens his strokes, and my nerve endings fire. Watching him fuck me is almost as good as feeling it. His hips move with rippling rolls of his abs. It’s sexy as hell, and it hits my prostate hard—as if he didn’t already feel good enough to get me off, now I’m in danger of embarrassing myself. Coming hands-free makes me feel like such a fucking slut, which I know he doesn’t care about—he probably likes it—but still—telegraphing exactly what he does to me on this basic level isn’t something I necessarily want to share with Drew or Silas.

At least Gibson knows I’m capable of lasting when I’m insidehim.“I’m insanely close,” I tell him.

“I’m not far behind you. You’re still so goddamn tight. God, you should fucking see yourself.”

I seehim, though, and there’s nothing better than that. It’s nice to be out of the city, but I’m not sure I ever want to leave this room with him. I want a naked rule. I want free use. Just thinking that has me clenching again, and he winces. “Do you like this?” I ask.

He gives me a heated look and shoves into me harder, shutting me the fuck up. I flatten my hands on the headboard and use the leverage to fuck him back. Within moments, a current of pleasure shoots through me from that bundle of nerves behind my balls. Warmth explodes in my pelvis. My cock throbs, and I lose my breath as I come hard and fast, all my muscles contracting at once. Cum covers my abs and chest, and Gibson growls, pounding me hard and deep.

Digging his fingers into my thighs, his back arches as he spears inside me and drops his head back. More heat floods my body as his release pulses into me. I gulp for air and tighten again around this wild sensation, loving it and wishing it never had to end.

He manages to get a hand behind my head, lift it from the pillow, and crush our mouths together while he’s still coming. The sound he makes when our tongues meet is better than any audio porn I’ve ever heard.

I really should record him, given I can’t be with him all the time. Except for this long weekend, I can.

And we can do this as much as we want because who cares what they say? What questions they ask. How stupid they think I am or Gibson is for wanting someone like me who doesn’t “do relationships.”

I’m making a fucking exception. In whatever way this is a relationship, I’m doing this one.

He slides out of me with a grunt and sits back to watch what happens. I can’t see it, but I sure as hell feel the huge load he left dripping from my hole.

“Fuck, baby. That’s hot as hell.”

“Feels filthy,” I tell him.

“Oh, it’s definitely filthy. Love it.”

He shoves some back inside with his fingers. I squirm, clenching on him, and it comes right back out, but that doesn’t stop him from fingering me through his mess.

“Jesus…Jesus…” I’m whimpering and shaking. It’s almost too much—similar to the way I feel when a scene starts tipping me into the dark side. But this isn’t that. And still, I don’t know if I can take it. I reach down and grab his wrist to stop him.

He meets my eyes, concerned—wounded. “Are you all right? Did I hurt you?”

I shake my head and pull him toward me, wrapping my legs around his back and pressing my mouth to his again and again in hot, wet kisses. It takes him a minute to get into it, but finally he relaxes and kisses me back.

We’ve got to work on this trust thing. If I gave him a test, I’m willing to bet he thinks I should have used my safe word at least six times by now, but he’d be wrong. It was only the one time I got anywhere close, and that was only because I thought my limbs were tearing off last night in those restraints. The soreness is only beginning to set in this afternoon.

His hand slides up to cup my jaw, and he pulls away to look at me. He doesn’t ask the question, but I hear it again anyway. “I’m fine,” I tell him. “You think you’re too much for me or something?”

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