Page 75 of The Sinner's Sanctuary

“Yes,” I whimper pitifully. I want that so fucking bad. I want everything.

“It’s so pretty, too,” he says with a note of regret in his voice.

“I don’t care. I don’t.Please.”

“Slutty boy. You know I won’t be able to help myself.”

With a final twirl of his tongue inside me, he lets my ass go.

The distinct sound of his belt unbuckling makes me tremble and leak. The sounds—the opera—his zipper—the snap of a cap—the tearing of a condom packet—all loud against my eardrums like shouts of intent.

“Yes,” I growl, my voice deep again, my core locked tight to keep my ass up and open for him. He fills me with two fingers and a ton of lube. The stretch is unforgiving, the pressure making me grunt. He fucks me with his fingers maybe five or six times, before he curses with impatience, and I feel the head of his broad cock tunneling toward my hole.

It’s a noticeable difference in width. He grabs my ass cheeks again, but instead of spreading them, he squeezes them together fucking into them and nudging my hole with his crown again and again. “Sofuckingperfect,” he says.

A painful clench tightens my groin. “I might come.”

“I don’t care,” he says, continuing to fuck my ass cheeks. “No one’s stopping you.”

“I can’t,” I whine, my hips squirming, desperate to lower themselves and rut on something.

“Christian. Goddamnit. You’re making this fucking impossible.”His hands slide down my back to grip my shoulders. “Shut up and take this cock.”

I press my hips back and bear down, letting his crown breach my stretched, raw ring. Another scream catches in my throat as he stills, holding me open and letting me burn.

“Fuck, I don’t know,” he breathes. “I don’t know.”

A roar tears out of me as I object to his doubt—whatever it means.

I stretch my back as much as I can, nearly dislocating my shoulders to take him deeper.

“Oh—fuck!” he shouts. “Fuck! You’re sofuckingtight—Jesus.”

I swear to God, my ass goes numb. All that’s left is pressure so intense my orgasm finally feels possible. I just need a little bit—more.

When I bear down again, he tightens his grip and forces it. His hips slam into my ass. His next inhalation sounds like it jackhammers into him. “Shit, shit, shit,” he gasps, like I’m hurtinghim. But even as he’s adjusting, I’m giving way. I think heisripping me apart—and it feels nothing like I expected. The flogger hurt, but this—it’s too intense—toonecessaryto call it painful. I’m fucking obsessed.

“Please,” I gasp, out of my mind. I sound choked, like his dick made it all the way to my throat. My body shakes, beyond my control. I’m being cleaved in two.

This is the feeling—this is it—exactly what I need.

“Fuuucckkk…” he groans as he draws his hips back and shoves in again. Fingers digging into the meat of my deltoids, he finally breaks and starts pounding my hole.

The taper of his cock makes every deep thrust burn enough for me to notice. He’s not fast, but he’s strong. Each penetration is another, deeper impact. Even his body slapping my ass feels like a spanking. “I’ve spent days imagining what it would be like to fuck you,” he says, his words a strained whisper. “I shouldn’t have bothered. There’s nothing like it.”

All I’ve done is be still, which adds to my shame, but I couldn’t agree more. I want him to fuck me and not let up. I want him to keep drilling into me thinking I can take it when the only things holding me in place are the shackles on the bench.

The angle has me ratcheting toward orgasm in a rush, but with his hand nowhere near my cock, I just don’t see how…and yet…

“I could get used to this.” The words sound like an afterthought, but the images it conjures are of me bent over his desk. Pressed against a wall. Riding his lap while he holds my wrists behind me. I come as he’s withdrawing again, his crown bumping over my prostate. White light explodes behind my lids.

My dick unloads in convulsive bursts. Noise floods my ears as his cock tears into me again, his hips picking up speed. They meet my raw ass in rapid slaps as fast as he swung the flogger at the peak of the pain.

“Gonna fucking come. Fuck…Fuck!”

One of his hands moves from my shoulder to pin my neck. His cock stills deep inside me, thickening before throbbing hard. “Mm—nunh—fuck.”

As his groans turn to heavy panting, both our cocks jerk at the same time causing us both to grunt in sync.

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