Page 156 of The Sinner's Sanctuary

The smack of flesh on flesh is loud—even by New York standards. Our balls slap together which feels singularly unreal, and my hips thud against his ass. “You’re gonna come for me like this.”

“Fuck…”

I smack him with an underhand again. “Say yes, sir.”

“Yes, sir. I’m gonna come for you. You’re gonna make me come just like this.”

“That’s right, baby. Nothing but my cock in this pretty hole, because this is my hole, and you aremine.”

“Yes. I’m yours. I’m so fuckingyours.”

I step into him, repositioning his hips to get a better angle on his prostate, and he definitely notices. “Jesus Christ. Fuck, that’s so goddamn good.”

“Tell me about it, baby. Tell me how it feels.”

“Your cock’s so thick and hot,” he sputters as I rail him even harder. “I need your cum. I need to feel it.”

“You’re gonna feel me all day, Christian. Now make some fucking noise.” I grab him by the shoulder to get some extra leverage, and I thoroughly wreck his ass. Up here, in the open air, with the man I love so profoundly crying out for me, all the darkest and lightest parts of me find asylum. The way his body opens and welcomes me, the ever-present veil of resistance he allows me to break through, the cries of pleasure he doesn’t hold back—give me the kind of freedom I haven’t felt since I first came to the city, independent and alive with possibility.

I’ve found myself again in him.

“Umph…oh God…”

“What’s that, baby?”

“Gonna come.”

“Fuck, yeah. Give it to me,” I grunt, slowing down enough to really feel him on my cock. The tight friction on my shaft is electrifying. I’m not even finished, and I already want him again. On my desk. On his knees. Insideme.

We come at the same time, releasing twin cries that carry with the wind. Carefully, I rock back and forth, stroking out every drop of cum I can possibly leave inside him while aftershocks tremble through my limbs and blood rushes to my head, making our surroundings fuzzy.

His load splatters on the concrete barrier loudly enough to make its own sound. His knees give out, and I have to catch him as he stumbles forward. I pull him to my chest and bite down on his shoulder as one more surge pulses out of me. His head falls against mine like a rag doll’s as he lets me support his body weight. “That was…”

“Hm?” I’d love to hear his word for it. I certainly can’t come up with one.

“The best.”

“Ever?” I press him.

“Fuckingever.”

“Mmm…not sure how I feel about that,” I say, kissing the spot where I bit him.

“Proud?”

“I don’t know. I wasn’t trying to set a new bar.”

His laugh is soft as he raises an arm and cradles my head against his. I’m reluctant to slide out of him, but my cock is softening, and he’s so relaxed, he won’t be able to hold me much longer.

My dick slips out. He groans when I rush to stuff my cum back inside him with my fingers. I plug him. His slick, wet heataround my fingers is just as good as it had been on my cock. “I love your body.”

“I can tell.”

I huff.Fair.“We should go out to the Hamptons this weekend. Just us.”

“What about…”

Everything?

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