Page 52 of Sin Bin Daddies
She whimpers, back arching, hips rolling, her body taking me deeper. My grip tightens on her waist, bruising, unrelenting, my pace rough, demanding.
Every thrust has her clenching around me, her slick coating my length, making each slide more obscene.
Her breath comes in shaky gasps, her moans muffled when I press my palm over her mouth.
“Quiet,” I growl. “Unless you want them to hear how good I’m fucking you.”
Her whole body jolts at my words, her walls clamping down around me like a vise.
I shift, flipping her onto her back, pinning her down as I drive into her, deeper, harder. She cries out against my palm, legs trembling as I push her higher, forcing her to take every inch.
“You like that?” I rasp, watching the way her body writhes beneath me, desperate, overstimulated. “Like being fucked this deep?”
Her answer is a strangled moan, her body tightening, her nails raking down my back as she shatters apart, walls pulsing around me. I grit my teeth, barely holding on, my muscles locking as the heat coils, tight and unbearable.
And then—I break.
A guttural groan rips from my throat as I thrust deep, spilling inside her, my body locking as I empty myself completely.
She’s panting beneath me, spent—but I’m not done.
I pull out, watching, my breath still ragged, my cock twitching as I take in the sight of my release dripping down her thighs.
“Fuck,” I mutter.
I press my thumb against her entrance, pushing it back inside, watching the way her body trembles, her breath stuttering.
“You’re mine,” I murmur, dragging my fingers up her inner thigh before bringing them to my lips, tasting her.
She shivers beneath me, watching, eyes still hazy.
“Not done with you yet,hermosa,” I say, my voice thick with hunger.
Because no matter what I tell myself?—
This won’t be the last time.
Not even close.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Madeline
I’m still shakingwhen I get home, my legs wobbly, hands unsteady, heart racing like I just ran a marathon.
I didn’t expect to fuck Leo in the locker room. But I did. And it was so fucking good.
It’s been less than two weeks since he last fucked me, but god, it felt like just yesterday. Like riding a bike.
I can never forget how good his cock feels inside me.
Pressing my thighs together, heat curls low in my stomach at the memory of his hands, his mouth, the way he wrecked me so thoroughly I fucking squirted.
I exhale sharply, shaking my head. I need to get a grip.
Sunny stretches on the couch, his big golden paws pressing into my thigh. I scratch behind his ears, needing the distraction.
Okay. Shower.
