Page 257 of Sin Bin

“Oh fuck, baby.” He rocked his hips against hers, plunging deeper as her body welcomed him, her saturated walls easing his penetration. Staring into her lust-glazed eyes, he pulled back slowly, the friction making him groan before he slammed back into her.

A strangled cry broke from her throat as the table shook beneath them.

He lowered his eyes, biting the shit out of his bottom lip as he watched his cock disappear inside her pussy with every stroke.

“Logan,” she moaned desperately. She was achingly gorgeous, so damn sexy and responsive. She completely blew his mind.

He took her mouth, kissing her hard as he rubbed his thumb over her clit, making her breath catch in needy gasps. His pulse was roaring in his ears, his blood searing his veins. She felt so amazing, so tight and scorchingly hot. He was about ready to explode.

He tangled his fingers in her hair, his other hand wrapping around her hip and locking her against him. She threw back her head as he sucked on her neck, his hips pumping faster between her thighs. He hammered in and out of her, groaning like an animal as her nails clawed his back and her legs clamped fiercely around his hips.

The table was shaking harder. It was massive and sturdy, but it might have just met its match.

“So good,” Jupiter sobbed in ecstasy, arching into him. “Oh God, Logan.”

He let go of her hair and widened his stance, gripping her thighs as he pounded her against the solid wood of the table. She screamed with pleasure, her breasts jiggling with every thrust. Their sweat-slick skin slapped together, an erotic beat that drove his hunger to fever pitch.

She shoved her hand into his hair and clutched hard as he slammed their bodies together. He could feel his orgasm building, tightening in his balls. Suddenly Jupiter let out an exalted cry of release and gripped his ass, her pussy clenching almost painfully around his cock.

Reeling with pleasure, he lost control and jetted furiously into her, shouting her name as he fucked her through his climax, his hips battering hers with enough force to leave bruises.

That was just the warmup.

From there they moved to the wall and the poker table, sixty-nining each other on the floor before ending up back at the pool table, fucking with the same frenzied abandon they’d started out with. When they’d wrung an insane number of orgasms out of each other, they collapsed in the center of the table, gasping loudly for breath.

“Dios mío,” Logan panted. “What a homecoming.”

Jupiter sighed with utter satisfaction. “Since you’re leaving tomorrow, I wanted to give you a proper sendoff.”

“You sure as hell did.” He grinned. “Though there was nothing ‘proper’ about what we just did to each other.”

She let out a naughty giggle. “I bet pool will never be the same for you again.”

“Hell no. I’m gonna think about this every time I play from now on.” His grin stretched. “Was that your intention? To have me horny and distracted so the fellas can start kicking my ass at pool? Are you a double agent?”

“I’ll never tell,” she said with an evil laugh as she curled into his side, her cheek resting on his sweaty pec.

He grinned at the ceiling, sifting his fingers through the damp strands of her hair. The air was thick with the smell of sweat and sex. Every time Jupiter took a breath, her breasts pressed against his side. He didn’t want to move. He wanted to keep her there all night, screaming his name and coming around his dick. He was definitely pussy-whipped. No doubt about it.

She ran her hand down to his abdomen, tracing his muscles and raising goose bumps over his skin. “Are you hungry? I made dinner.”

Chest expanding with appreciation, he kissed the top of her head. “I thought I smelled something delicious when I walked through the door. Of course, I was immediately sidetracked by the sight of you lying on that chaise. Holy shit, Jupe,” he half groaned. “I’m gonna be whacking off to that memory for years.”

She laughed, her thigh brushing his. Her gorgeous skin glowed under the light that hung above them. She looked like a work of art on the green felt canvas of the pool table.

He nuzzled her fragrant hair, dragging the back of his knuckles up and down her arm. “Thank you for making dinner, baby. And thank you for staying over until I leave.”

“You don’t have to thank me,” she said softly. “I enjoy being here with you.”

He was so damn tempted to ask her to reconsider moving in with him. But he didn’t want to press his luck. “I wish you could come to Winnipeg with me,” he said instead. “I’m gonna miss the hell out of you.”

“I’m gonna miss you, too.” Her voice was wistful. “I hope the days fly by.”

“Me, too.” He pressed his lips to her forehead and murmured, “Why aren’t you following me back on social media?”

That startled a laugh out of her. “Um, that was random.”

“I’ve been wanting to ask you. I mean, now that you’re on social media…” He trailed off pointedly.

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