Page 34 of Sin Bin (BU Hockey Season 2, #1)

I don’t change our position instantly, and I sure as hell don’t use my arm or the sheets to wipe my mouth. Hell no. I drink up every ounce of her pleasure as I lie in the valley of her legs and wonder how the fuck I got so damn lucky.

Lifting myself up, I settle in beside her, lining us up so that we face each other. She kisses me long and deep and my cock twitches when I realize she tastes herself on my lips. It’s

When she reaches into her drawer, I get an instant image of her bringing out a vibrator. Oh, the fun we could have with one of those. I’m not disappointed, though, when I realize she’s just grabbing a handful of condoms. It’s barely past dinnertime. We’ve got plenty of time for toys later.

She hands me a foil packet and I waste no time tearing it open and sheathing myself.

Our bodies are lined up and when she lifts her leg and curls it over my hip, I know what she’s asking for.

The head of my cock slips between her folds and I watch her face as she gasps at the contact.

She smiles as she presses her body closer to mine, deepening our connection inch by inch.

She’s still so wet and ready for me that it only takes a few more thrusts until I’m fully seated inside her.

I’m guilty of imagining this moment more than once, but the reality is more incredible than any fantasy—even my filthy ones— could ever be.

And the fact that we’re face-to-face, that I can watch as her expressions change? That only makes the whole thing hotter.

I’m pumping up into her now, and she’s meeting me every step of the way, her inner walls squeezing me with delicious torture.

I’m quickly becoming addicted to the weight of Fallon Zabek in my arms, and I think she’s fallen under my spell, too, because she can’t keep her lips and hands off me.

She’s sucking and nipping at my neck and the little stings and bites are driving me crazy in the very best way.

I’ll let her mark me as much as she wants because it makes her happy and it feels so damn good.

I’m starting to lose the fight I’m having with my dick, though. I don’t ever want to stop driving my cock into Fallon’s body, but my balls are drawing up tight and there’s a tingling at the base of my spine that tells me my release won’t hold out forever.

Neither will Fallon’s, I guess, when she slips her hand between our bodies and rubs her swollen clit.

I fucking love how she’s not shy about what she needs and how to get it.

But I want in on the fun, too, so I move my hand between us and cover my finger with hers.

The added pressure causes her to moan, and I desperately hope some of my brain cells are paying attention to what Fallon likes because I’m about to lose all coherent thought as I drive into her again and again.

My eyes find hers, but the words won’t come. My mouth opens as I begin to let go and when Fallon’s lips crush mine, I know she wants this just as much as I do. Her body rocks into mine as my orgasm takes hold. I fill the condom and then we collapse in a heap on her sheets.

When I can catch my breath, I tap her shoulder. “So, I have good news and bad news.”

Fallon’s only response is to arch a brow.

“The good news is that I just had the best sex of my life, but the bad news is I’m kind of a slob and I no longer have my own room because the freshmen turned it into a gaming lounge, and I can’t really move out because we’re married.”

It takes a second for all of that to register, but when it does, Fallon just smiles. “If you keep fucking me like that, I don’t care how much of a slob you are.”

“That’s a deal if I ever heard one,” I say.

“Well, the sex was pretty incredible. So amazing, in fact, that I’m beginning to understand why you have such a loyal following.”

Fallon stares at me, her luminous blue eyes round with surprise as I process what she just said.

“You know?” I ask, a thousand questions rolled into one.

She ducks her head and nods. “Ian accidentally let it slip last summer. He thought I knew already. For what it’s worth, I’ve never told a soul, and I’ve never peeked at your account.”

“Seriously?” I ask, because, no shit, if I found out somebody I knew had a MyFans account, I’d look that shit up fast. I’m a curious guy.

“I was tempted,” Fallon admits, “but it felt like an invasion of privacy. I mean, if I’m going to watch you get yourself off, you should at least get the courtesy of watching me watch you, right?”

Holy. Fucking. Hell.

This woman— my wife —is perfect for me.

“Seems only fair,” I manage to say, though my voice has probably dropped an octave.

“Well, then,” Fallon says, as I pull the covers up around us, “you’ll have to cue up one of your favorite videos so we can have a watch party.”

I came less than five minutes ago, so my dick should be spent, but it’s not.

I can feel my length hardening as I imagine how hot that screening will be.

As much as that thought turns me on, though, I’m beginning to realize that the most exciting part is going to be watching Fallon as she pushes past boundaries and explores what makes her feel good.

The initial thrill I got from creating content has long since faded, but the idea of experiencing it all again with her has me riding a brand new high.

“We can watch any video you want, any time you want to,” I tell her, “but I think my days of posting new content are over. I’m a married man now, so all my shows are just for you.”