Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 3

sure he could bear it. His cock, hot, hard, throbbing, tethered tight, his balls close to bursting. His ass cheeks raw with sensation. Will's thick-gloved fingers burrowing into his hole. Curling, thrusting, searching, stretching. Sinn backed into the penetration. Pain, pleasure, sensations meeting him at every turn. There was no freeing himself from the chrysalis of sensations barraging him on all levels.
    In his mind he envisioned Will–a renegade pirate, a commanding king, a triumphant captain. Sinn was dizzy with the emotions flooding him. He gasped, he twisted, he thrust back against Will's hand. Three fingers now embedded in his ass, stretching him taut, a biting squeeze against the walls of his anus. Stretching, stretching, until he was certain he couldn't take anymore.
    "Fuck me!" Sinn screamed. "Fuck me with your damned cock. Let me come. I've got to come." He begged, he screamed, he shook with the soul-deep need.
    Will's fingers exited, leaving Sinn gaping. So hungry to be filled. Something else was shoved into him. Just as big as Will's three fingers, but it wasn't human. It wasn't Will's cock.
    "Damn you!" Sinn rotated his hips. Shoved back. His anus felt like it was going to split open, but he knew there was more–so much more. Then he knew what it was. He remembered looking at the crop, at the handle Will's fingers curled around. Thick, and fat, and shiny black. That's what was shoved up his ass. Will rotated it and Sinn felt every measure, every nook of that sculpted cock as Will circled it inside him. Pushed it into him, pulled it back, shoved it in again.
    And then Sinn was floating, separated from himself in some odd and unusual way. It was as though all the scattered sensations that had been swirling around him, inside him, finally melded together, and he floated in a nirvana he never wanted to leave. He soared at the gates of paradise. And finally, and truly, he gave himself up to Will in every sense of the word. And slowly the walls inside him at last started to crumble.
    It was then the dildo exited leaving him more exposed than ever. But he could not move, could not utter a sound. He knew Will was not finished with him yet. And whatever Will demanded of him, Sinn possessed no more will to resist. This man owned him in a manner that went soul-deep and body complete.
    "Will." One word, one name, that said everything.
    CHAPTER 9
    Will felt the moment Sinn's barriers crashed. He twisted the dildo one last time. Sinn shoved back, ground his hips against the impaled object. Sinn was now all emotion, all about sensation. The shackles of his past shattered, his primal nature–his instinct–kicked in. Will pulled the dildo out and tossed it aside. He gripped each of Sinn's cheeks, spreading them, flexing his fingers against the hot reddened flesh. He was ready, more than ready. Pliant and eager.
    Will unlaced his pants, parted the front, and released his cock. He stroked the length, ready and just as eager to burrow into Sinn's ass. He ripped open one of the condom packages and sheathed his prick. He moved behind Sinn and pressed the tip to Sinn's opening. Sinn stilled; he tensed. Will smoothed a hand over his ass.
    "Don't tense up. You should know better." He slapped him on the ass cheek. "Yield, lovely. Yield for me." Will felt the tension ease. The pressure lessened and Will slipped the head of his cock inside. He watched as the bloomed puckered flesh stretched and then closed in around the crown of his cock. Lovely. The grip on his cock was still tight, but not too tight. Inch by inch, until four inches filled Sinn, then Will pulled back until just the head remained inside him. He played him, his fingers trailing over the exposed crack, tickling at the stretched opening. Sinn shuddered.
    "Do it," Sinn cried out. "Bury your cock inside me. All the way, dammit. I can't take much more."
    Again Will pushed four inches into Sinn. And then one more. Sinn tried to push back, to take Will deeper, but Will fastened his hands to Sinn's hips and halted any further movement.
    "At my speed, in my time," Will said.
    Sinn began to tremble. Again, his head dropped forward, his shoulder muscles tensed. The slope of his back became more defined. Will had learned a connoisseur's eye and appreciation for the fine detail of the human flesh. And right now Sinn's couldn't look more beautiful to him. Sinn tensed, his channel drawing tight and snug around Will's prick. Ah, God, what a grip. A bite of pain shot through