Page 99 of Sin Bin Daddies
She stirs, her body arching ever so slightly into my touch.
“Leo?” Her voice is soft, hazy with sleep, but she doesn’t pull away.
“Hey, baby.” I press a kiss to the sensitive spot just beneath her ear.
She hums. My hand slides between her thighs, and her breath hitches. She tilts her hips, silently inviting me in, her fingers curling into the sheets. My fingers tease, stroking over her, feeling the heat already building there.
I grin against her shoulder. “You’re already wet.”
She exhales a shaky breath. “Because I knew you’d wake up like this.”
Fuck.
I push my fingers inside her, slow but deep, drinking in the way she gasps, the way her body clenches around me. I kiss my way down her back, nipping at her skin, keeping her pressed against me as I work her open.
“Leo…” She moans my name, hips rolling to match my rhythm.
I slip my fingers out, dragging them over her swollen clit, circling, teasing. She lets out a desperate little sound, grinding back against me.
“Please.” Her voice is breathy, needy.
I don’t make her wait.
Lining myself up, I push inside her in one slow, deep thrust, groaning at the way she stretches around me.
“Fuck—” She gasps, her body arching, pressing back against me.
I grip her hip, holding her in place, feeling every inch of her squeeze around me. I start to move, slow at first, savoring the way she takes me, the way her body responds to mine.
She reaches back, fingers digging into my hip. “Harder.”
I growl, snapping my hips forward, burying myself deeper. She cries out, her body clenching around me, and I lose myself in the rhythm, the heat, the slick glide of her against me.
I reach around, finding her clit, rubbing slow, firm circles.
She shatters.
Her body tenses, her breath catching, a broken moan spilling from her lips as she pulses around me, dragging me right over the edge with her.
I groan, pushing deep one last time as I spill inside her, my body locking up before melting against hers.
For a moment, we just breathe, tangled together in the dark.
Then she shifts, turning in my arms, pressing her lips to mine. “You always wake up like this?”
I brush a strand of hair from her face. “Only when I have you next to me.”
She rolls her eyes, but she’s smiling. I pull her closer, pressing a lazy kiss to her temple.
“Go to sleep, baby. We’ll need our rest.”
She hums in agreement, nestling against my chest. I press a slow kiss to the back of her neck and let sleep take me under.
Madeline shifts beside me, the warmth of her body seeping into my skin. Her breath is soft, even, her blonde hair spilling over my pillow in a mess of gold.
I exhale, watching her for a long moment before forcing myself up. My body protests—probably because I spent half the damn night inside her, touching, tasting, claiming.
I find my boxers, pull them on, then grab a pair of sweats before heading downstairs. Asher and Ford left last night, but they’re coming back.
