Page 51 of Sin for You

“Yes.”

Now it was his turn to shudder. “Fuck, I want to take this slow, but thinking I almost lost you tonight, then knowing that I actually could have…don’t think I can.”

His hand slipped between my thighs and he growled softly. “Tell me you trust me? Tell me you know I’d never hurt you. I need to hear it. The fact you even believed I’d, shit…I almost lost my mind knowing you thought that I could hurt you that way.” He pressed a kiss to my temple, my cheek, the corner of my mouth. “Tell me.”

“I do, I trust you,” I said, turning to him, seeking his mouth, but honestly, I wasn’t sure I knew how to trust anyone anymore.

He rolled us with a groan, covering me with the heat and weight of his body like he couldn’t get enough contact. His mouth hovered over mine, his ragged breaths mingling with mine.

“Please, I don’t want you to go slow,” I said, my lips gliding against his. I didn’t want to talk, to think anymore. I just wanted to feel.

He curled an arm under my shoulders, his other hand in my hair, and he finally kissed me, really kissed me. It was deep and all-consuming, his tongue dueling with mine, his hold unyielding.

I was cocooned in his arms, covered by his body, and I wanted more, wanted to get closer when I wasn’t sure that was possible. Still, I tried, wrapping my legs around his hips and shoving my hands under the waistband of his boxer briefs, digging my fingers into his firm butt cheeks and grinding up against him.

He pressed his hips forward in reply, giving me the contact, the friction, I was desperate for. He was huge and hard and so hot. He released my hair and reached around, undoing my bra before leaning back enough to tear it down my arms.

His gaze dropped to my chest. “Look at you. Fuck, sweets, so pretty.” He dropped his head and pressed kisses to the undersides of my breasts, over my tattoos there before moving back up and sucking a nipple into his mouth. I cried out as he worked it until I was writhing then doing it all over again to the other side.

He teased me until I was so turned on my brain felt scrambled, and then he moved lower, pressing sucking kisses down my ribs as he tugged my panties down my legs.

His breath puffed against the inside of one of my thighs a moment before he flung one of my legs over his shoulder and pressed his mouth to my aching core.

The fingers of one hand were wrapped around my outer thigh, holding my leg in place as he slid his tongue through my center. The fingers of his other hand spread me wide for his tongue, and he lapped at my slick flesh again before opening his mouth over me and kissing me with the same hunger he’d just kissed my mouth.

I arched and cried out again, fisting his hair with one hand and tearing at the sheets with the other. “Oh God, Logan. I’m going to—” I didn’t get to finish my sentence as I began to clench and release, clench and release against his mouth. I sobbed my way through my orgasm, Bull working me with his lips and tongue the whole time, until I finally collapsed back.

Bull flipped back the covers and reached for his jeans, this time producing a condom. He shoved his underwear down at the front and his massive cock sprang free. God, angled down by its own impressive weight, it was beautiful, all long and smooth and pink and thick. The sound of foil tearing came next, and I watched as he rolled the latex down his hard length, chest pumping, fingers shaking.

My legs fell open, spreading wider on their own, desperate to feel him inside me. Bull saw this and a muscle in his cheek ticked before he fell on me like a man starved. He slid a knee up, using it to keep me spread for him, and gripped his cock, dragging the fat head between my folds.

“Ready, baby?”

“Yes, please. I need you inside me.”

He cursed then the tip was pushing inside, stretching me in a delicious way, making me moan. He covered me again fully, and I grabbed his ass, feeling the flex and release as he eased in an inch then withdrew, then more before retreating again, driving me wild.

“You feel so good. So tight and hot and perfect,” he gritted out.

I was incapable of speech at that point and whimpered incoherently.

His mouth stayed against mine, not kissing, just stroking, like he couldn’t bear not to have every part of him touching every part of me.

“I shouldn’t even be here between these gorgeous thighs. I sure as fuck don’t deserve it. Being inside you will probably send me straight to hell. A sin I can’t ever come back from. But not having you, not sinking inside you? Impossible. Fuck, sweets, I’ve been burning with how much I want you. Either way I’d be reduced to ash.”

I clung tighter, trying to comprehend what he’d just said, but too lost in the feel of Bull sliding in the last inch, filling me in a way I never knew was possible, to really hear him.

He started moving slow and deep, face buried against the side of my neck, his muscles jumping, body trembling against mine with the effort to go slow.

I didn’t want slow. I turned my head, mouth going to his ear. “You’re so big.” I moaned. “God, so hard. I never want you to stop.”

He shook harder. “You talk like that and I’ll lose control.” He puffed out a harsh breath. “Don’t wanna hurt you.”

“You won’t. I won’t break. Fuck me, Logan, please. Like I know you want to.”

He growled and the last thread of his control broke. He moved faster, harder, going deeper. His big, muscled body pressed into mine, owning it. Fucking me.

Biceps bulging, he lifted to his arms and looked down between us, watching his long, thick length move in and out of me, filling me. A shudder rolled through him. “Fuck,” he growled, then he came back down, and I gasped as he went deeper still, filling me harder, faster.