Page 69 of Sin Bin Daddies
“Shit, Mads—” My head falls back, pleasure tightening in my core.
I pull her off at the last second, my cock slipping free from her swollen lips with a wet pop. She gasps, catching her breath, her lips slick, cheeks flushed.
A groan rips from my throat, my control hanging by a thread. I trace her swollen lips before I crash mine against hers.
It’s all teeth and desperation, my hands roaming her body, mapping every curve, every slick, heated inch of her.
She melts into me, nails digging into my skin, dragging me down with her as I press her into the sand.
I lower myself between her legs, my cock dragging against her heat, the friction making us both gasp. She’s so fucking wet, so ready.
I slide a few inches in before pulling out. Her pleas shatter my willpower. I am just about to sink all the way inside her when it hits me.
I pull out and press my forehead against hers. “I don’t have a condom.”
She swallows, eyes dark with need. “I don’t care. Just—please.”
“Madeline?”
“Please. Please fuck me, Asher. I’m on birth control…”
That’s all I need to hear. I grip her thighs, spreading her open, lining myself up before thrusting in, slow, deep, stretching her inch by inch.
Her mouth falls open, a sharp gasp slipping free as her nails bite into my shoulders.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” I groan, barely holding on, feeling her clench around me.
She whimpers, her body arching, pressing closer, as if she’s trying to take all of me at once. “Asher?—”
I start to move, slow at first, letting her adjust, letting her feel every inch of me sliding in and out. But when her hips roll up to meet mine, when she moans my name like that, I lose it.
I pick up the pace, driving into her harder, deeper, our bodies colliding in a perfect rhythm. The only sounds are her breathy moans, my groans, the waves crashing somewhere in the distance.
The heat between us is unbearable, the pleasure bordering on too much.
Her fingers claw at my back, her legs wrapping tight around me, pulling me deeper, her body begging for more.
“Asher—” Her voice is high, desperate. She’s right there.
“Come for me, baby,” I rasp, rolling my hips just right, hitting that spot that makes her break.
She shatters beneath me, crying out, her walls pulsing around me, dragging me straight into oblivion. I barely manage to pull out before I spill, hot and thick, across her stomach.
We’re both panting, bodies tangled, the cool night air a sharp contrast to the fire still burning between us.
I grin, dragging my thumb through the mess on her skin before leaning down, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to her lips.
“You can rinse off in the ocean,” I murmur against her mouth.
She huffs out a laugh, shaking her head. “You’re nasty, Hart.”
I grin, trailing my fingers down her thigh, already aching for another round. “Baby, you have no idea.”
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Madeline
Asher followsme up the stairs, his presence solid and warm behind me, the quiet hum of the city filtering in from the open hallway.
