Page 137 of The Sinner's Sanctuary

“I don’t hate being lost in the woods with you.”

“We better not be lost,” I say, taking another look around. “I didn’t bring my water.”

“Come here with that smart mouth.”

Fuck it. What’s a little more dirt? I move to straddle his hips, put my hands on either side of his head, and lower my face to hover above his. “What?” I ask.

He lifts his head to nip at my chin before he bites down on my lower lip and tugs my mouth to his. We kiss briefly at first, and then, after another long look into each other’s eyes, we come together with something I can only describe as frantic passion.

His hands run the length of my torso, and I shove mine up his shirt, feeling those abs I got a glimpse of earlier. Finally, he sits up, trapping me in his lap between his knees and his chest. I let him pull off my shirt, hold me by the ribcage and suck my nipples while I hiss and groan because there aren’t many things that feel as good as his warm open mouth anywhere on my body.

“I can’t believe you asked me if I like this,” he whispers, moving from one side to the other.

I bite my lip and let my head drop back. “Sometimes you look uncomfortable.”

“I just haven’t stretched you out enough. We’ll get there.”

“I’m not sure that’s how it works.” But still, I shut my eyes and imagine the possibilities. My jeans are too tight for my dick to be this hard.

He palms the length of it. “What do you need, baby?”

“I don’t care,” I tell him. “Whatever you want.”

“Shove these down and show me that tiny hole.”

I get my fly open in a hurry and rise to my knees to push my jeans past my hips. He repositions us, putting me on all fours while he unzips behind me. “You don’t happen to have any lube on you, do you?” he asks.

“No,” butfuck. I lower myself to my elbows in the hopes of making my ass even more tempting. He might not be able to get his cock into it, but he can dosomething.

Anything.

I hear him spit and feel the warmth dripping into my hole. His tongue is quick to follow, spearing me with a sharp stretch. “Fuck yeah,” I grunt, pressing my forehead against my forearms as a rush of pleasure floods me.

Between slurping sucks and wet licks, he says, “Baby, if you come for me, I’ll use your load to fuck you with.”

Oh my God.

Shifting my weight onto one elbow, I reach down to stroke my erection while he goes back to tongue-fucking my hole. The filth of it and the promise of more has me lit up, turned on, and on fire. The added possibility of fucking like wild animals in the woods taps into something primal in my brain, and I let all pretense of decency go.

“That’s it,” I pant, urging him on. “Fuck me with that fat tongue. Feels sofuckinggood.”

His growl is feral as he grabs my ass cheeks and stuffs his face in my crack. Swirling licks around my rim followed up by flickering probes of his tongue double the pleasure on every tug of my dick.

“You like this pussy?” I ask.

“Fuck, yes, baby, I love this pussy.”

“I want you to fuck it.”

“I’m fucking dying to.”

“I want you to fuck ithard,” I whine, jerking myself faster, getting so close.

“Give me what I need,” he says before eating out my hole again. “All that juicy, thick cum.”

My cock throbs. Picturing what he plans to do with me manifests my orgasm. The wave of release lights me up, and I’m consumed.

“I’m coming—I—oh fuck—” It’s explosive, ravaging me to my core.

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