Page 106 of Craving Sin

“I need you inside of me. Fuck me, Rian. Make me feel it.”

Desire ignites inside of me—a wildfire that will never be contained.

I push up onto my knees, grab the lube, and slick up my cock. I straddle his thighs, head of my dick right at his hole, when I remember I didn’t use my fingers on him, just my tongue.

“Shit. I need to open you up.”

“Just fuck me. I can take it. You won’t hurt me. I need it so fucking bad.”

My brain spins with each of his words, with the need behind them, but I don’t want to hurt him either.

“Do it,” he adds, “trust me the way I trust you.”

And that’s what gets me. Abbott knows his body. He’s not going to tell me to do something he can’t handle. If it’s too much, he’ll tell me to stop. I’ll feel it and know to stop.

“You want my dick, pretty thing?”

“I need it.”

“Not as much as I need you…this ass.” I rub his cheeks. “Your whole body…your heart. I’m going to take such good care of you…and you’re going to take care of me too.” It’s important to me that he understands that as much as he needs me, I need him. “You brought me back to life.”

I push forward, slowly entering his body.

“Oh fuck,” he says, and I can’t take my eyes off his ass, at the way his rim stretches for me, opens for me, sucks me in. There’s not a sexier sight in the whole fucking world. “Keep going.”

“I’m getting there, pretty thing. Don’t want to hurt you.”

I take him slow, run my hands up and down his sweat-slick skin as I keep working my way into his ass, not stopping until I’m all the way inside. He’s so fucking tight—so tight and hot and mine.

I could have lost him tonight. He could have been taken away from me, but he wasn’t—he’s here, with me, in my bed where he belongs, and I won’t stop until I know what’s going on, until I make sure that even with his father gone, Abbott is safe.

I pull back and thrust in again.

“Fuck yes!” Abbott cries out, hands twisted in the pillow, holding on for dear life as I plow the most perfect fucking hole I’ve ever felt.

He takes everything I give him, begs and pleads for more. When my balls are tight, and I know I’m seconds away from unloading, I pull out.

“Get back in me!” he orders, and damn, I love hearing him need me.

“Turn over. I’m not done with you yet.”

I flip Abbott to his back, lift his legs over my shoulders and push back into him, ride him this way, face-to-face, see every look of pleasure, the way his eyes roll back, then hold mine, the way he sucks in sharp breaths when I push inside of him, how his body moves with mine, his pretty cock leaking onto his belly—hard and throbbing and flushed.

“You’re the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen,” I say. “My man.”

“Yours,” he says again.

“Stroke yourself.” I spit on his cock, his pupils flaring wide before he wraps a fist around his erection and strokes.

I fuck him hard, ride him like my whole damn life depends on it, ignoring the pain in my left arm because nothing matters except Abbott and me and this moment.

“You feel so good. Where do you want it? You want me to fill up your pretty hole, or you need it on you? Need to smell like me, to feel my cum drying into your skin?”

“Yes…both. Please.”

“Come first. You gotta come for me, pretty thing, then I’ll give you all the cum you need.”

My words make him shatter. His ass tightens, back arching, hand working his cock fast as he spurts all over his stomach—fat drops of thick cum glistening on his skin.