Page 76 of Sin for You

I squeezed my thighs together. They were slick.

Bull scooped me up and I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist. He strode across the room until my back was to the wall.

“I’m going to fuck you against this wall, then I’m going to put you on that bed on your hands and knees and fuck you some more from behind.”

I nodded, licking my lips, desperate to have his on mine.

He tilted his hips back, but instead of feeding me his hard length, he slid two of his fingers inside me, eyes dark and intense. He dropped his forehead against mine then dragged those thick fingers out and back in, slow and measured over and over until my thighs were quivering and I was so wet I knew I must have been all over his hand.

“You ready for me?” he muttered harshly, sliding his fingers free, although he had to know I was.

“Yes.” I shoved my hand down between us and took his cock in my hand, positioning the head right there.

Bull grunted and thrust deep with one brutal movement.

“Oh God.” My mouth fell open then my head dropped forward and I bit down on Bull’s shoulder, moaning.

One of his arms stayed banded around me, holding me tight to him, while the other fisted my hair. He pulled my head back and finally, finally, his mouth came down on mine and he kissed me the way only Bull could.

In a way that I felt from the top of my head to my curled toes, surrounded by him, filled by him. My skin felt too tight, and the heat of Bull’s body soaked through me, making me tingle and tremble. There was the way the hair on his chest rasped my nipples deliciously, the way his thick waist spread me wide and kept me wide, and all the while that long, thick cock was thrusting into me, over and over and over, his mouth moving against mine, deep and slow and perfect.

He was everywhere, and even though it was impossible, I wanted more.

My thighs were trembling, and I tore my mouth away and cried out. “Please, please don’t stop.”

“Quiet,” he gritted out. “You don’t want anyone to find me with you, do you?” There was something weird in his voice, but I was too far gone to work out what.

Suddenly, still holding me, Bull turned, lifted me off him, flipped me over, and planted me on the bed. He dragged my ass in the air, then he was back inside me, fucking me from behind like he’d promised.

One of his arms curled under my hips, holding me where he wanted me, the other coming around as well, but his hand went between my thighs, fingers going to my clit, working it as he pounded into me. I fisted the sheets, my arms dropping out from under me, and screamed into the covers. My orgasm slammed through me without warning, the intense clench and release, clench and release stealing my breath.

Bull bucked into me several more times, then he groaned and pulsed inside me, coming with me.

He kept thrusting through it but without rhythm. With a final grunt, he pulled out.

I watched him move past me, now flat on my belly, trying to catch my breath as he disappeared into the bathroom.

He strode back out a couple of minutes later, and I was flipped as soon as Bull reached the bed, before he dropped to his knees. He lifted my legs over his shoulders and I’d barely registered what was happening, when he buried his face between my thighs.

“Oh God.” My hand flew to his head and I arched against his mouth, still sensitive. But he licked me softly, tenderly, working me with his lips and tongue, slowly and persistently bringing me right back to the brink in moments. Bull loved going down on me—he did it a lot and told me as much often. He was getting no complaints from me.

His hands wrapped around my thighs, again keeping me where he wanted me.

And I was powerless, perfectly, blissfully powerless.

Then I was flying again, shaking and crying out, trying to hold Bull to me. I reached for him as he finally lowered my legs and slid me higher in the bed, and I hung on to him when he climbed in beside me and pulled the covers over us.

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Bull

I couldn’t sleep, had lain there for the last three hours, gut churning.

I tightened my arm around Quinn’s waist and buried my face in her hair.

I’d screwed up so fucking bad.

I’d never meant to fall in love with her. It was never meant to happen. But it had and there was no coming back from it.