Page 20 of Sin Bin Daddies
“Fuck, look at you,” he murmurs, watching me as he drags his thumb over the swollen head of his cock. “You ready for me, baby?”
I nod, my thighs parting instinctively. He exhales sharply, reaching down to his sweats, pulling out a condom. Before he can tear it open, I sit up, reaching for it.
“Let me.” My voice is soft, but the way his jaw tightens tells me how much he likes it.
I roll the condom down, my fingers barely able to wrap around him fully. He groans when I give him a teasing stroke, his cock pulsing in my hand.
“Fuck,hermosa.” His voice is strained, raw.
He pushes me back down, settling between my thighs, his tip teasing my entrance, rubbing over my slick folds.
My hips shift, desperate for more. “Leo…”
His forehead presses against mine. “Are you sure?”
“Yes,” I breathe.
He groans, gripping my hips as he starts to push inside, his cock stretching me inch by inch. My body clenches, struggling to take him fully, my nails biting into his shoulders.
“Shit, baby. You’re tight,” he grits out, stilling for a second, letting me adjust. His hand slips between us, his thumb finding my clit, rubbing lazy circles. “Breathe for me,hermosa.”
I exhale shakily, my body relaxing, and he takes advantage, pushing deeper, filling me completely.
A broken moan spills from my lips. “Oh my god.”
Leo groans, his hand gripping my thigh, spreading me wider for him. “Fuck, you’re perfect.” He drops his head, his lips wrapping around my nipple, dragging his tongue over the sensitive peak.
Pleasure coils hot in my belly, my back arching into him.
His hips roll in a deep thrust that has me gasping. Then another. And another.
“Leo!”
“That’s it,” he rasps, kissing up my neck, his teeth grazing my jaw. “You’re taking me so good, baby. Milking my cock like you were made for it.”
My body clenches at his words, and he groans, his rhythm faltering for a second before he grips my hips, fucking me deeper.
“You’d feel so fucking good bare,” he mutters against my skin, voice wrecked. “So warm. So wet. I’d fill you up and watch it drip down your thighs.”
A desperate whimper slips from me, my nails raking down his back.
His lips crash against mine, swallowing every sound, his tongue tangling with mine, claiming, owning.
His fingers find my clit again, circling in time with his thrusts. “Come for me, baby.”
My body shatters, pleasure ripping through me as I cry out his name.
Leo follows with a deep, guttural groan, his body tensing before he slams deep one last time, grinding against me as he comes.
He collapses against me, pressing a lingering kiss to my lips, his hand stroking over my stomach, my waist, my thigh—like he can’t stop touching me.
“Told you it’d be a good night,” he murmurs against my skin.
And damn, he was right.
CHAPTER FOUR
Ford
