Page 70 of Sin for You

I leaned forward, my hair falling around us. “I’m going to ease this ache between my thighs, an ache I’ve had since you left my bed nearly a week ago. I don’t want foreplay. I just want you inside me.”

He hadn’t closed his curtains, and I could see his nostrils flare as he yanked the bedside drawer open. He handed me a condom. His hands were shaking.

“Fuck, sweets, yeah, I want that…I want it.”

I used my teeth to tear open the wrapper and sat back on his solid thighs. His hard cock rested against his abs, thick and veined and gorgeous. The head was broad and glistening, and I bit my lip, a shiver of excitement pulsing through me when I wrapped my fingers around it and felt the stiff weight of it against my palm.

I slid my hand down and squeezed then glided back up.

Bull grabbed my wrist. “No teasing, not tonight. Give me what you said. I need it. I need you.”

Had I ever been more turned on in my life? He needed me as much as I needed him, and it made me feel special and beautiful. There was no insecurity, no fear that I wasn’t enough, not in that moment. I quickly rolled on the condom and slid forward.

His hands went to my waist and he yanked my shirt up and off, leaving me naked.

“Want to see all of you when you ride me,” he growled and wrapped his fingers around my hips, lifting me while I took his cock and positioned it at my entrance.

The head was right there, and Bull’s hands moved restlessly at my sides as I lowered myself, biting my lips as he slowly, so slowly, filled me, stretched me to accommodate his size.

Bull bit out a curse. “Fucking hell, sweets. Fuck, you feel so damn good wrapped around me.”

I planted my hands on his chest and pushed my hips down, taking in the last few inches, moaning my agreement. God, he felt amazing.

His hands went to my ass, fingers flexing and pressing into my cheeks, holding me in a way that was possessive, hungry.

“Fuck me, Quinn. Please, baby, fuck me,” he said, or more groaned.

I trembled as I lifted up a little then came back down.

Bull’s hold got tighter. “That’s it. Ride me. I need you to ride me.”

His desperate plea washed through me along with a wave of pleasure so intense I cried out. Then I was moving, lifting up and grinding back down, riding him.

“Holy fuck,” he growled.

I used his big body as leverage, moving faster, rolling my hips.

Our bodies slapped together, our moans and cries filling the room. My skin grew slick and oversensitized. He was so big and hard, there was just so much of him, and he felt so good, I had no choice but to just feel.

Bull sat up suddenly, wrapping those massive arms around me, holding me so tight I couldn’t move, completely at his mercy. He held me down on his big cock so he stayed planted deep and kissed me, hard and full of passion and need, his tongue moving against mine with a hunger that made me dizzy.

I moaned against his mouth, gasping as my inner muscles started spasming.

One of his arms stayed around me, the other hand in my hair, and he looked down at me, eyes wild and hot. “You gonna come, just having me planted deep in that sweet little pussy?”

My entire body started trembling. “Yes.”

His head dropped forward, mouth at my ear, and he growled again. “Could stay inside you all night, all day.” He kissed and sucked the side of my throat. “Don’t take it away from me, baby. I got a taste of you and I’m not ready to give you up, sweets, not yet.”

His words washed over me, but I struggled to think about what they meant with him inside me, the head of his cock right there against that spot that made me scream, close, so close to tipping over the edge.

God, my teeth started chattering.

Bull snarled, gripped my ass and lifted me, bringing me back down on him over and over again.

I started coming the second time he slammed me down. He dropped back, taking me with him, and rolled on top of me, then he was pounding into me with enough force the bed slammed into the wall.

The grip and release was so intense I screamed. “Logan!”