Page 23 of Sin Bin Daddies
The sun is just beginning to peek through the window, painting soft golden light over his bare chest, his tanned skin still marked from my nails.
I push up on my elbows, stretching, and Leo props himself up, watching me with that dark, hooded gaze.
“You okay?” he asks, voice rough with sleep.
I nod, rolling my shoulders.
His lips curve slightly. “You sore? I know I’m big.”
The heat rises to my cheeks instantly.
“I mean…” I clear my throat. “You’re a little bigger than I expected.”
Leo’s smirk deepens.
“But I could take it,” I add quickly.
His fingers trail up my spine before cupping my cheek.
“I know you could,” he murmurs.
A rush of heat coils in my stomach.
The memory of him bending me over his bed, stretching me open, fucking me until I was boneless makes my legs squeeze together.
“I should go,” I mutter.
Leo kisses my shoulder, lips warm and teasing.
“I know we said just one night,” he says, voice thick with amusement, “but if we don’t leave this bed, it still counts as night, right?”
I laugh, shaking my head.
His grin is wicked as he pulls me down, kissing me again.
Fuck.
I swear he gets hotter every time I look at him.
His hands grip my thighs, sliding me over his lap, his hard length pressing against me.
“First,” he murmurs against my lips, his tongue teasing the seam, “I need breakfast.”
His mouth moves lower, down my throat, his teeth scraping just enough to make my breath hitch.
Then his lips close over my nipple, sucking softly, flicking his tongue over the peak.
I arch into him, fingers threading into his hair.
“Prettiest tits I’ve ever seen,” he mutters, his other hand cupping the fullness of my breast.
A sharp, needy pulse throbs between my legs as he lays me on the bed, and then he moves lower, his hands parting my thighs, his breath warm against me.
“Leo,” I whimper.
His tongue drags slow and deep, tasting me, groaning against me.
I tangle my fingers in his hair again, gasping as he flicks his tongue, circling, teasing, sucking just right.
