Page 50 of Sin Bin Bully

He swallows hard, his gaze flickering between the check still clutched in my hand and my eyes. "I'd give you anything," he whispers, almost as if he's admitting it to himself for the first time.

"I know," I say, my voice steady. "And right now, what I want is you.”

Without a word, I back him up against the door. His eyes widen with surprise. This isn’t how I had planned it, but instinct takes over, overriding any semblance of hesitation. I drop to my knees before him, a move so bold and sudden it makes his breath hitch.

"What are you doing?" he asks, his voice strained with a mix of confusion and something deeper, something raw and unspoken.

I look up at him, locking my gaze with his. "Giving you a proper thank you," I reply, my hands already working to unbutton his pants. I can feel the tension radiating off him, his breaths coming quicker as he processes my words and actions.

His pants and boxers fall to the floor, and his erection springs free, my thumb catches a bead of pre-cum on his tip.

I spread it with a deliberate slowness, the slickness sending a shiver through both of us. His breathing turns ragged, and I can feel his resolve crumbling.

I tease him, my tongue flicking out to taste him, savoring the salty sweetness. He's so hard, straining against the confines of his control. "Mother fucker," he mutters, his hands finding their way to my hair, not guiding, but holding me.

"You're so fucking filthy," he whispers, the words sending a thrill through me. "So damn pretty down on your knees."

I take him deeper, my lips wrapping around him, my tongue dancing along his length. Each groan, each filthy murmur from his lips spurs me on. His hand tightens in my hair, not pulling, but grounding himself as I move, creating a rhythm that has him teetering on the edge.

"Just like that," he moans, his voice almost a growl. "Such a perfect, pouty mouth.”

I hum in response, sending vibrations through his length and eliciting a low, guttural groan from him. He’s no longer in control; every whisper of control he held is slipping away, replaced by raw, unfiltered need.

"You're driving me fucking insane," he manages to say between breaths, his hips now moving more erratically.

His words spur me on. I increase my pace, taking him deeper, faster, savoring the taste and the power I hold over him in this moment. His moans turn into desperate, broken sounds, and I can tell he’s close.

"Fuck," he gasps, his voice tight. "I’m going to?—"

But I don’t let up, pushing him to the edge until he has no choice but to give in. His orgasm hits him hard, his body tensing as he spills into my mouth. I take everything he gives, swallowing and continuing to move gently, milking every last bit of his release.

I finally pull back, wiping the corner of my mouth with the back of my hand.

Sam seems lost for a moment, his eyes searching mine, still heavy with the remnants of pleasure. "You are so goddamn perfect." He reaches down, his strong hands gripping my arms, and pulls me to my feet. "And so goddamn mine."

Before I can react, he picks me up, carrying me to his bedroom with a sense of urgency that makes my pulse quicken. The door barely closes behind us before his body is pressing into mine with a heat that’s almost overwhelming.

His lips find my neck, trailing hot, urgent kisses along my skin. Each touch is electric, sending waves of desire coursing through me. His teeth graze the sensitive spot just below my ear, and I can't suppress the moan that escapes my lips.

"I'm going to make you scream my name, over and over.” he murmurs against my skin, his voice rough and filled with unspoken promises.

His hands work quickly, unbuttoning my blouse and pushing it off my shoulders. He finds the clasp of my bra next, and makes quick work of it as well.

As he explores my now-bare skin, his words become filthier, each one more intoxicating than the last. "I’m going to taste every inch of you," he whispers, his breath coming hard and fast as he removes my panties. "Going to make you fucking hoarse, make you fucking beg for it."

He starts to undress himself, every motion deliberate, and I can't help but be captivated by the sight. I can't resist the urge to approach him, my hands finding their way to his chest the moment he's completely undressed. His skin is warm and firm under my touch, his muscles taut with restrained desire.

Before I can fully appreciate the sensation, he picks me up effortlessly, and the world spins for just a moment before I land on the bed with a gentle bounce. A giggle escapes me, quicklyreplaced by a gasp as he wastes no time, diving between my thighs with a fervor that leaves me trembling.

His tongue finds me immediately, licking and teasing in ways that make my whole body arch off the bed. "You taste so fucking good," he growls between kisses and licks, his voice vibrating against my most sensitive places.

I can't help the sounds that escape me—whimpers, gasps, pleading moans. My hands tangle in his hair, desperate for some kind of anchor as the sensations threaten to consume me entirely. "Sam, please," I beg, writhing beneath him, each stroke of his tongue driving me closer to the edge.

He looks up at me, his eyes dark with desire. "You want more, baby?" he taunts, lifting his head just enough to let his breath ghost over my soaked skin. "Tell me how much you need it."

"Yes, please," I gasp, my voice trembling. "I need it, Sam. I fucking need you."

His smile is pure wickedness as he dives back in, his tongue now moving with a relentless purpose. He licks, sucks, and teases, his hands gripping my thighs to hold me in place as my body thrashes with pleasure.

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