Page 170 of Sin Bin

They stared at each other for a few pulsing heartbeats.

When he lowered her legs to the bed and levered himself over her, she grabbed his face and pulled him down to her for a deep, openmouthed kiss flavored with her taste. He groaned hoarsely, sweeping his tongue into her mouth as his hips fell between her thighs.

She could feel his rock-hard cock pressed against her hot folds. She wanted him inside her with a ferocity that shook her. As he moved against her, slowly grinding his hips, she managed to gasp out, “Condom?”

“Yes.” He lifted off her and rolled out of bed.

As he headed from the room, she shamelessly ogled his naked body. The muscles of his chest, biceps and thighs were incredible. So were his calves. Really, every part of him was amazing. There wasn’t an ounce of fat on his body. Just smooth skin stretched tight over powerful muscles and an ass to die for.

When she heard him curse in the living room, she laughed and called out, “Are you looking for your pants? They’re in here!”

He came striding through the door with a crooked half grin. “Shit, woman. You’ve got me all disoriented.”

She smiled, her gaze riveted to his heavy shaft swinging between his legs. He had the most beautiful dick she’d ever seen. Granted, she hadn’t seen that many in her limited experience. But Logan’s had to be one for the record books. It was super long, thick and heavily veined. It was darker than the rest of his tanned skin, and the broad head glistened tantalizingly with precum.

When she licked her lips, Logan smiled seductively. As he approached the bed, his hand circled his cock, his thumb sliding over the tip to smear the pearly drops of precum. She couldn’t take her eyes off him.

But will he fit? she couldn’t help thinking, not for the first time. Is he too big? Too long? Can I get all of him inside me? Will he split me open when he tries to breach my lady fortress?

These were all legitimate questions.

She must have looked somewhat panic-stricken because Logan gently stroked her cheek. “I’ll go slow, I promise.”

She nodded and lay back against the pillows, watching breathlessly as he grabbed his discarded tuxedo pants, fished out his wallet and removed a foil packet. He tore it open with his teeth, extracted the condom and rolled it down the massive length of his cock with a practiced hand.

Then he climbed back onto the bed and came over her, his big body covering hers as he kissed her, twirling his tongue around hers and ravishing her mouth. Her body hummed with a hunger so intense she could barely see straight.

“You still want this?” he whispered against her lips.

“More than anything,” she whispered back.

That was all he needed to hear. He kneed her legs open and positioned himself between them, bearing his weight on his powerful arms as he notched his cock at her slick opening.

Staring into her eyes, he pushed into her slowly, gently, allowing her body to adjust to his size. After absorbing just a few inches, she let out a strangled cry, her muscles stretching around the width and length of him.

She heard the sharp catch of his breath and felt him shudder before he rasped, “You’re so tight. Am I hurting you?”

“It’s okay,” she panted, locking her ankles behind his back. “Keep going. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

He slid all the way home and held perfectly still for a long moment, gently kissing her mouth and neck before he slowly began to thrust. She’d never been so full. So possessed.

“Ahh, Meadow,” he groaned with raw intensity. “You’re a dream come true, angel. In every possible way.”

His achingly beautiful words had tears misting her eyes. “Make love to me, Logan.”

“Yes.” His voice was dark as midnight. “I intend to do just that.”

She marveled at how perfectly their bodies fit together, joined in the ultimate act of intimacy. She loved the way he felt inside her, loved his thickness and how deeply he filled her.

Her nails dug into his shoulders as he rocked in and out of her with long, deep strokes. The way he lifted his ass up and down had her seeing a galaxy of stars. Oh man, he was good at this. So freaking good.

He captured her hands and threaded his fingers through hers, sliding them above her head as he stared down at her, his dark eyes blazing with emotions that were too raw to be named.

“Cariño,” he whispered reverently. “Mi vida…my life….”

She lost her breath, her fingers tightening around his as she trembled all the way down to her soul. They stared deep into each other’s eyes, trusting, surrendering, connecting on an otherworldly level. She’d never experienced anything like it.

A slick layer of sweat formed between them as he thrust faster, harder, intensifying her pleasure stroke by stroke. Her senses were keenly attuned to the slap of his skin against hers, her needy cries and whimpers, his ragged groans.

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