Page 91 of The Sinner's Sanctuary

His hips lose their rhythm, slamming into me erratically. He moans long and low until the sound stutters, and then he releases a series of grunts, rising in volume and intensity—building into a shaky groan as he slams deep and comes. He freezes in place before a shudder takes him like an electric shock.

Desperate now—so fucking desperate, I take advantage of his most vulnerable moment, rolling him over. He slides out of me in the process, which leaves an emptiness I hate. I spread his legs and kneel between them. “Grab your knees.”

He does, showing me his flayed, bruised ass. His raw, swollen hole.I did that, I think with a swell of intense satisfaction. A very particular brand of madness takes hold of me when I stare at the marks I left—the hole I used.

Sucking two fingers into my mouth, I use them to prod his opening. He sucks in a gasp, every muscle shaking. Jerking myself to completion and finally letting my release rip through me, I aim my cock at the small opening I make with my fingers. Waves of pure, explosive bliss wrack me as my thick cum coats his abused asshole. The image instantly brands my brain.

He does something insane then, reaching down and stuffing my spend inside himself. I glance at his face, and we lock eyes. He bites his lower lip and hoods his gaze, acting like a slut for me. When he grabs a taste for himself, I nearly black out at the sight of him licking his fingertips. I feel like I come again, although it’s just another stream of semen and a suppressed sound of shock.

He reaches for me—like he needs to put us both out of our misery, and I barely catch myself from crashing on top of him with my hands on the pillow beneath his head. My face hoversabove his for a brief moment before his hand is on my neck, and we’re back to kissing.

It’s the perfect way to come down, and I get why it’s his go-to. His mouth impassions, but it also soothes and relaxes me. It focuses my thoughts and appreciates my enthusiasm. He’s fucking perfect. Exactly what I needed and had no clue I was missing.

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CHRISTIAN

Ihave to catch my breath, but I don’t want Gibson going anywhere. Tucking my face against his neck, I wrap my arms and legs around him, adjusting until I’m comfortably molded to him. He smells different now, and it’s because we’ve been smashed together for nearly an hour, literally all over each other.

“That worked out better than I thought it would,” I say.

His fingertips graze my scalp as he combs through my hair. “I was very ready.”

“And surprisingly willing.”

“You don’t think I’m open-minded? I like to try new things.”

“I mean…” He has been married for a very long time to a woman who won’t touch him, so… “Try,maybe, but get into like that?”

“Felt fucking incredible,” he murmurs.

My eyes flutter shut when his words land as a compliment. I’m glad I didn’t disappoint. “You’d do it again?”

“With you?” he asks. “No question.”

Grinning, I ask, “Do youlikeme, Gibson?”

“I think I’ve made that obvious. I might have even said it out loud a few times.”

“I like you, too. Even when you’re really stupid.”

I feel him laugh. “By all means, don’t feel the need to hold anything back after I just let you come inside me.”

I shiver at the memory of that orgasm. Epic doesn’t begin to cover it. It easily ties with the best, which was the one he fucked out of me last night. And this? This afterglow? I’ve never felt anything like it, but I don’t let myself think about that too hard. I soak in the moment. There’s a safety in it I don’t find all that often. A quiet in my mind that comes as a relief so good, I’d almost trade it for the orgasm, except that it’s all in one package.

“You’re gonna be impossible to work for after this, aren’t you?” I ask.

“If we’re in the same room? Depends.”

“On what?”

“Whether you can be professional or not.”

I lift my head. “Me?”

“Have you seen the way you dress?”

I grin. “In the suits you bought me?”

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