Page 71 of Sin Bin Daddies
He nods, his fingers brushing over my hip, the touch light, teasing. “Yeah.”
A slow, delicious shiver rolls down my spine.
Then, because I can’t help myself, I say, “I’m a little sore.”
His eyes darken, the corner of his mouth tugging up. And just like that, the air shifts again.
“Are you?” His voice is pure sin.
I swallow. “Mmhmm.”
His hands skim down my sides. “Then let me take care of you.”
I exhale a shaky breath as he backs me toward the couch, guiding me down until I’m sinking into the cushions.
His hands are warm, steady as they part my legs, his gaze dragging over me with something dangerously close to reverence.
“You’re gorgeous, Madeline,” Asher murmurs, his voice dark with hunger. His fingers hook into my shorts, dragging them down my legs along with my bikini bottom, his knuckles grazing my bare skin.
The heat of his touch lingers, and my pulse hammers, anticipation winding so tight I can barely breathe.
I lift my hips, desperate to help him, desperate for more. A wicked smirk plays on his lips as he presses a kiss to the inside of my knee, then higher.
His mouth trails fire up my thigh, the scrape of his stubble making my skin hypersensitive.
“Asher,” I whisper.
He hums, breath warm against my skin. Strong hands grip my thighs, spreading me open, exposing every inch of me to his hungry gaze.
My body clenches with need, but he doesn’t rush. No, he takes his time, his thumb tracing slow, teasing circles against my inner thigh.
“You’re already so wet for me,” he murmurs, his voice rough.
He runs a single finger along my slit, gathering my slickness, spreading it over my throbbing clit. I jerk, a choked gasp leaving my lips.
Then he leans in and licks.
A deep, slow drag of his tongue, tasting me, savoring me. My back arches, pleasure spiking through me like lightning.
He groans against me, the vibration sending shockwaves through my body. His tongue flicks over my clit, teasing, coaxing, before he dips lower, parting me, licking into me with deep, deliberate strokes.
I’m trembling, gasping, my hips moving on their own, desperate for more.
“Asher—please?—”
He keeps me pinned, his tongue relentless. His mouth works me open, sucking, flicking, devouring, until the pleasure coils so tight I can’t hold back.
His fingers slide inside me, curling, stroking that spot that makes me see stars. My body locks up, the pleasure unbearable, and when he sucks my clit between his lips, I break.
A sharp, choked cry rips from my throat as I come, my body convulsing, pleasure ripping through me in wave after devastating wave.
Asher groans, drinking me in, his fingers stroking me through the aftershocks until I’m shuddering, whimpering, too sensitive to take any more.
He finally pulls back, his lips wet, his eyes dark and filled with wicked satisfaction. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, his gaze locked onto mine as he watches me struggle to catch my breath.
“Better?” he asks, his voice smug, teasing.
I let out a breathless, shaky laugh. “You know the answer.”
