Page 155 of The Sinner's Sanctuary

“I don’t get to watch?” he asks.

I arch a brow. “If you ask nicely.”

His head tilts in mock exasperation. “Please, Gibson. Show me your big dick.”

I give him a few peeks as I pull my foreskin back and forth over my crown. He stares as he lets his shirt fall to the ground and undoes his pants, a bit more rushed. Graceful as ever, he frees his legs and kicks off his shoes in the process, leaving him in black dress socks and nothing else.

It works for me.

His cock, as long and slender and perfect as he is, stands proud and tall, a shine bouncing off his tip. “I keep thinking about helicopters,” he says.

“You’re mine,” I tell him, advancing. “I don’t care who knows.”

“Fuck…”

Hands on his hips, I press our dicks together and walk him backward until his ass meets the concrete barrier keeping him from falling to his death. He gasps at the impact, grabbing my arms reflexively. It’s a high wall—hitting his mid back. It’s low enough to get a view if you lean over it, but high enough to shield what I’m about to do to him from a neighboring building.

His hair blows in the breeze, and I kiss him aggressively, taking over his mouth with my tongue. “I need you,” I say before kissing him again.

“Any particular reason?”

“You’ve turned me into an animal.”

“You’ve been an animal. I think I might have left the cage unlocked, though.”

“Mmph…” I kiss him again, briefly, before I can’t stand not being inside him anymore, and I turn him roughly around.

I take in his body, the supple curves of his ass, the smooth, muscled plane of his back, his long, lean thighs. I run a hand between them, wanting them spread. I take hold of my cock again and slap it against his ass as he does exactly what I want him to do, which is grab the barrier and present himself for me. “That’s right baby. Show me that pretty little hole.”

With every slap of my cock against his firm buttocks, I feel a fresh surge of lust. His asshole winks at me, and I give his flesh a firm smack, hard enough to sting my hand.

“Ah—” he exhales as he comes up on his toes. “Yes.”

“Mm… That’s for keeping me hard all morning.”

“I’m sorry,” he breathes.

I spank him again. “This slutty hole has one job.”

“To let you use it?”

“To take me.”

His sac hangs heavy between his thighs, and I get a firm grip on it, massaging and pulling at it, stretching and squeezing it.

“Fuck—Gibson. That feels good. Shit, I’m so hard.”

“I’ll show you hard.” Jesus, I’m an animal today.

Hurriedly, I unbutton my shirt and get the lube out of my pants before shoving them to my ankles. With my dick slick and coated, I spit on his hole, watching my saliva pool inside his opening. Guiding my dick with my hand, I punch through his always too-tight ring and sink deep, bottoming out in his ass.

We both grunt at the snug fit and the actualization of this primal need that rarely lets up between us. If anything, I want him more now than I did in the beginning. Every day, my desire to stake my claim kicks up a notch, like any moment might be our last.

But I refuse to believe that as I shove my cock through his tight, clenching channel, using only his hips to anchor and aim my thrusts.

It’s not the most loving way to fuck someone, but he’ll have to forgive my selfishness. He has no idea what the sight of him can do to me.

“Unh…fuck…” he groans, throwing his head back before dropping it between his shoulders. I smack his ass for the slight jiggle it gives when I pound him harder. He whimpers, and I do it again on his other cheek.

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