Page 51 of Sin Bin Daddies
And again.
Until we both know it’s a fucking lie.
We collapse onto the bench, breathing hard, bodies tangled together.
The air is thick with heat, sweat, the scent of her still clinging to my skin.
She’s draped across me, her dress pushed up, her bare thighs spread over mine.
Her breasts spill from the fabric, flushed and swollen, the marks from my mouth stark against her skin.
I should move. I should fix this.
Instead, I drag a shaky hand down her spine, unable to stop touching her.
“We shouldn’t have done that,” I murmur, my voice hoarse.
She’s still catching her breath, her body soft against mine.
“I know,” she whispers.
But she doesn’t move.
Doesn’t stop me when I take her hand and press a kiss to her palm.
Her blue eyes darken, something flickering behind them.
“Leo,” she breathes. It’s a warning. Aplea.“Better stop touching me.”
I hold her gaze, my grip tightening as I say, “If I walk out of this locker room, we don’t do this again.”
Her lips part, her chest rising and falling against mine. “Okay,” she whispers.
I should leave.
I should walk away, end this before I do something fucking irreversible.
But when she licks her lips, when her hips shift just slightly against me?—
I snap again.
I yank her against me, dragging her mouth to mine, swallowing her gasp. My fingers tangle in her hair, tugging her head back so I can devour her properly—hot, deep, desperate.
She moans into my mouth, and the sound sends a bolt of pure fire straight through me.
She’s wrecked, body trembling, lips swollen, but I’m not done. Not even close.
I part her thighs again, feeling the slick heat waiting for me. My cock throbs, still hard, still aching to be inside her.
“Tell me to stop,” I rasp, voice raw, knowing damn well I won’t.
She doesn’t.
She just breathes my name, needy, wrecked, desperate. And fuck, that’s all it takes.
I drag her down onto me, stretching her open again, burying myself in that tight, dripping heat. She gasps, nails sinking into my shoulders, legs trembling around me.
I fist a hand in her hair, forcing her gaze to mine as I thrust up, filling her completely. “You feel that,hermosa?” I grind out. “That’s me owning you.”
