Page 66 of Craving Sin

“Yours first.” He finishes removing my underwear, then tugs off the rest of his clothes.

His thick, bobbing cock has my mouth watering. “I’ve seriously never seen a cock as pretty as this.” I stroke him. “So thick and heavy. And these balls.” I fondle them, full with his load. “I want to bury my face in them and never come out.”

Rian lies on top of me, the two of us, forehead to forehead. “What are you doing to me?” He doesn’t give me time to answer before his lips come down on mine again. The kiss is slower this time, languid and exploratory. We kiss like we have a lifetime instead of just tonight, or hell, maybe just an hour or two.

When he pulls away, my lips tingle with the need to touch his again. “I want to try something,” he tells me. “Turn over.”

I do so, trusting this killer completely. When his hands go to my ass cheeks, spreading them wide, my whole body burns up with desire.

“Such a small, pretty hole,” he says.

“An empty hole…” I push my ass backward, begging for more. “That just wants to be filled by you.”

Rian pushes his thumb over it, making my ass clench and then relax. I feel him smile, even though I can’t see him, then the bed dips, and there’s warm breath against the light dusting of hair on my ass cheeks. “I can’t stop wondering what you taste like.” His finger continues circling my rim. “It’s been driving me crazy. How could I let you go without knowing what you taste like?”

“You have me now,” I say. I wish he could have me always.

He makes a hungry, almost growling sound, and then Rian’s face is buried in my ass, his rough facial hair a welcome scratch against my skin.

He licks his tongue over my rim, laves it, pushes at it, like no matter what he’s doing, he can’t get enough of me.

I push my ass backward, rub my dick against the bed, loving the friction of the mattress on my cock and Rian’s face in my ass.

He eats me out like a pro, like he really can’t go on another day without devouring my ass like his last meal.

I want to be devoured.

He works me until he can get his tongue inside of me, fucking me with it, kneading my ass cheeks so hard that I wouldn’t be surprised if he left bruises behind.

I want to be bruised that way by him.

I’m just one ball of nerves, sensitive and on fire for him. My eyes roll back, cock aching, hole stuffed full of Rian’s tongue, but craving more—wanting it all.

“Please, Rian. Fuck me. I need it. I’ve felt so alone without you.”

He pulls back, audibly pulling air into his lungs. He leans over me, mouth close to my ear, his hard shaft tucked between the crease of my ass cheeks. “It’s a tragedy for you to ever feel alone. For you to not know how much you’re wanted. I want you, pretty thing. It’s only because of you I know how to want again.”

I love you, I want to tell him. I love you, and that’s all that matters. I don’t care about the rest. Want me. Be with me. We’ll find a way to make it work, but that’s a frightening proposition. How can I change who I am and what I will accept so quickly?

So instead, I say, “Make me feel it.”

“Christ.” He pushes up on his knees. “Lube?”

“Top drawer. Beside the dildo.” I look over and smile—my stalker, who has come to claim his prey again. Who has the most beautiful fucking smile, but so rarely shows it.

He grabs the bottle, lubing his fingers, starting with one, then two—twisting, fucking me open, before he fits a third inside.

My body hums at the feeling. There is nothing like being full, especially full of Rian, but still, I want more. Need his cock inside of me.

“Fuck me. I’m open for you. I just need you to fuck me.”

“You make me out of my mind,” he says before biting into the meaty part where my shoulder and neck meet. I cry out at how good it feels, and then Rian’s sitting up, lubing his cock before lying on top of me.

His hand is between us, holding his cock as he guides it into my ass. I breathe through it. His dick is definitely the thickest I’ve taken, but I’m yearning for it. I want to be stuffed with him, want to spend the rest of my life feeling like Rian is inside of me.

He works into me slowly—small thrusts, and then sliding another inch inside until his groin is against my ass, my hands fisting the pillow, head turned to look at him.

Rian takes my mouth, kissing me slowly, pushing his tongue between my lips the same way his dick is tucked into my ass.