Page 51 of Sin Bin Bully

"That's it," he murmurs against me, his voice sending vibrations through my core. "Fuck, that's my girl."

Just as I’m on the brink of shattering, Sam pulls back, leaving me teetering on the edge. My body screams in frustration, the impending climax snatched away. I look up at him, breathless and bewildered. "What the hell was that for?" I demand, my voice tinged with desperation.

His lips curl into a wicked smile. "The first time I make you come, it will be on my dick," he promises, his voice rough with restraint and desire.

He grabs a condom and tears it open but pauses, seemingly battling an internal struggle. "Fuck it," he mutters, tossing it aside. "I want you bare."

And fuck me, but I want that, too.

His hands guide my legs apart as he positions himself at my entrance. The moment he pushes inside, the world narrows down to just the two of us. The sensation is unlike anything I've felt before—intimate, overwhelming, raw.

I let out a loud moan, my body clenching around him as I try to adjust to his size. He's thick, stretching me in ways that feel impossibly good.

"God, you're so fucking tight," he groans, his voice strained with effort and desire. "So wet. You feel incredible."

His words fuel the fire inside me, and I find myself responding without hesitation. "Fuck me, Sam," I beg, my voice a mixture of need and command.

He looks at me, eyes blazing, and something inside him snaps. He grips my hips into me, hard, his thrusts wild and relentless. The intensity sends waves of pleasure crashing over me, and I can't hold back the cries spilling from my lips.

“Yes, just like that," I gasp between moans. "Don't stop."

My nails dig into his back, the pleasure bordering on pain, but it only heightens the sensation. The room is filled with the sound of our bodies colliding, the pure, primal rhythm of two people lost in each other. I can feel myself hurtling toward the brink, and this time, there’s no pulling back.

"I'm close, Sam," I cry, needing him to know just how precarious my control is.

"Come for me, baby,” he demands, his voice a guttural growl that sends a thrill through my entire body.

My body tightens, a white-hot wave of ecstasy crashing over me as I come, my cries filling the room. He thrusts through my orgasm, prolonging the pleasure until it feels almost unbearable. My body convulses around him, every nerve ending on fire, as I ride the wave of my climax.

Sam's breathing becomes ragged, his control slipping. His thrusts grow erratic, each one more desperate than the last. "Fuck, Kim," he groans. "Fuck."

I tighten my legs around him, pulling him even deeper. "Come inside me, Sam." I whisper, breathless from the intensity of my release.

He thrusts hard, once, twice more, and then he’s gone, lost in his own climax. I feel him pulse inside me, the heat of his release filling me, and it sends another shudder of pleasure through my already spent body.

For a moment, we stay intertwined, both of us catching our breath, the room filled with the sound of our ragged breathing. He finally collapses beside me, pulling me against him, our bodies slick with sweat and satisfaction.

And then he pulls me against him, and even though I shouldn't, I realize how fucking right it feels. Like I'm meant to be right here, in his arms.

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SAM

Sam

Iwake up slowly, feeling the warmth of the morning sun filtering through the curtains. As I become more aware of my surroundings, I realize that I'm nestled close to a very warm, and very nude Kim, our limbs intertwined. She looks angelic with her dark lashes and her dark hair fanned out over my pillow.

Memories of last night flood back, but it's this moment that holds me. She feels so perfect against me, so rightfully mine. I had meant what I told her when I said she could leave, even if the thought killed me. Because giving her everything was what was most important to me.

But after last night, after the way it felt to be inside her, to make her scream my name and fill her up… I don’t think I could ever let her go. If there was ever any doubt that she was mine, it was erased then.

And fuck if I don’t want to remind her of that right this fucking second. One taste was not enough, will never be enough, and I’m going to struggle to not keep myself buried inside her cunt, listening to her scream my name.

Desire starts to build in me, and I gently shift my position, planting soft kisses along Kim's skin. She begins to stir, her eyes fluttering open as she lets out a soft moan, her fingers tangling in my hair.

"I couldn't wait for breakfast," I whisper against her skin, "I just had to get another taste of you."

A smile spreads across her face as she murmurs, "You can wake me up like this anytime."

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