Page 167 of Sin Bin

She laughed and licked her lips, a bewitching smile playing across her face. “Get comfortable, papacito.”

He propped up some pillows behind him and lay back with his arms folded behind his head, feasting on the sight of her in her sexy red lingerie. She was so fucking gorgeous she took his breath away. He wanted to lick her all over, eat her up morsel by morsel.

His eyes lifted to hers as she leaned over him and took his face in her hands, kissing his forehead and eyebrows with such tenderness that his heart melted and his chest ached.

“You were such a beautiful boy, and you’re an even more beautiful man.” She brushed her lips over his nose, cheeks and jaw. “You don’t know how many times I’ve dreamed of holding you like this. Kissing you. Breathing you into my soul.”

Logan closed his eyes and swallowed as a thick knot formed in his throat. He’d never been touched this way by a woman, never been so cherished. It was the sweetest torture.

Jupiter kissed his mouth with tantalizing slowness, moving her tongue across his bottom lip while unfastening his belt and unzipping his pants. “Lift up for me, baby,” she whispered.

He obeyed and found himself trembling—actually trembling—as she slowly dragged his pants over his hips and down his legs. He opened his eyes to watch, his heart banging like war drums as she reached for the waistband of his boxer briefs.

When his hard cock bounced free, he heard her swift intake of breath. For a moment he wasn’t sure if that was worry or appreciation that flared in her eyes as she stared at him.

But then she bit her bottom lip and made a low purring noise that shot straight to his balls.

Appreciation, he decided. Definitely appreciation.

After stripping off his underwear, she leaned over him and whispered in his ear, “I want to know what you taste like.”

He groaned as his pulse went berserk and his dick got even harder. So fucking hard he thought he might end up in the emergency room. He wanted her more than he wanted air.

“How old are you today, birthday boy? Twenty-five?” At his delirious nod, she smiled into his eyes. “That means you get twenty-five kisses.”

He stared up at her feverishly. “Baby—”

“Shush.” She began moving down his body, softly counting out each kiss that she placed on his overheated skin. “One…” She kissed his left nipple, giving a throaty chuckle when he quivered like a leaf. She blew a warm path to his other nipple, watching it harden into a tight pebble before she circled it with her tongue and kissed it. “Two…”

Logan groaned hoarsely. “Kisses? Or licks?”

She gave a wicked laugh. “Whatever I want.”

“Fuck.” She was driving him insanely wild with a need so primal, so ferocious and raw he shook with it. When he took his right hand from behind his head to touch her breast, she caught his arm and lowered it to the bed beside him. Then she leaned down and kissed his bicep.

“Three.” She moved her way down his arm, her tongue tracing the intricate pattern of his tribal tattoos. Reaching his hand, she slowly licked the word etched in Latin.

“Slayer, huh?” She gave him a naughty, dick-exploding smile. “We’ll see about that.”

“Dios,” he whispered, staring at her in amazement. Where the hell had she been hiding this wicked little sex kitten?

He lay there, thighs clenching, erratic breaths escaping his throat as she continued kissing her way down his body, her soft hair trailing sensuously over his skin and raising an army of goose bumps.

He writhed beneath her as she rained burning kisses along his lower obliques, the V-cut muscles that were like catnip to women. She started moaning as she licked him, telling him how sexy he was and how much he turned her on.

He stopped counting birthday kisses with her, losing himself in the mind-blowing pleasure of her lips and tongue.

When she wrapped her hot little hand around his cock, he sucked in his breath. “Jupiter—”

“What number am I up to now?”

“Fuck if I know,” he rasped. “I lost count after three.”

“Mmm.” Kneeling between his spread thighs, she began stroking his cock, purring with pleasure when he leaked into her palm. He shuddered as she rubbed the sensitive head with the pad of her thumb, looking up at him with that sexy siren smile.

“Even your dick is beautiful,” she said in a dreamy voice. “And it’s even bigger than I thought. Wow.”

Logan watched as her pink tongue slipped from between her lips to curl around the flared head of his shaft, tasting the pearly drops there. He hissed as she made a sexy little purring noise in her throat that vibrated right through his dick. His balls drew up tight and hard, and all the blood in his body seemed to rush to his groin.

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