Page 126 of Unhinged

Simone drops lower and kisses me. Her lips revive my desire for her, and I grab her ass to encourage her to take me. Simone sits up and flips her hair to the other side, and I can’t look away as she grabs my dick and works the head into the split of her underwear. I watch it burrow into her blonde hair, and then she lifts and does it again, just fucking the tip.

“Baby, all of me.”

“I’m trying.” She looks down, and we watch her cunt screwing my hard-on. She finally sinks me more into her. When I’m fully inside, she covers her face with her hands and sobs. Shit.

I sit up on my elbow and pull a hand away. “What’s wrong?”

“Everything you’ve been through, even with me, and you’re trusting me to be on top of you.”

I dry her tears on her cheek as she drops her other hand. “I need this because I only want to think of you during sex. Nothing else. Okay?”

She sniffs with a nod and dries her cheeks. “You’re right. I’m okay.”

I lie back down and focus on the end of my dick, not on the tip of my tongue. It could ruin everything. I hold on to her hips and tug, making her growl. It’s fucking hot. Getting into it, Simone flicks her hips back and forth, grinding her pussy lips against my groin and balls. “Oh, yeah. Fuck me, Simone.” It’s sweet and hellish torture. “Shit!” I whisper-yell. If she keeps doing this, I’ll come in the next thirty seconds. But damn, if that’s not my favorite move already.

I encourage her hips upward to keep her going, not wanting to lose momentum, or come this soon, and Simone relaxes. I lift mine with her, apparently hitting a good spot because Simone pants, “Right fucking there.”

“You like that?” I ask, and she nods, so I again hit the firm knot that seems to be the key to her waterfalls. I love those.

As Simone moves, she holds her hands up. Confused at first, I reach for them, and she slides her fingers between mine. She then uses it as leverage to slide up and down my dick. She goes faster, which makes me counter-thrust faster. I watch Simone’s tits bouncing free of the bra. Her wet pussy devours my dick as our fuck turns feverish and tighter. I let go of her hands to grab her ass. I pant, “I could get addicted to this.” Too late.

“Damn right.”

“Jesus Christ, buttercup. You’re gonna make me come.” I clutch her ass and guide her speed and depth to my tip.

But that also rubs her the right way because Simone wails, “Oh, fuck! I’m coming! Don’t stop!” I ditch my efforts to finish mine that way and slam our hips together like we danced.

As Simone’s orgasm slams into me, I groan,” Son of a bitch,” as I burst into her squeezing tightness. Her pussy erupts with a gush that soaks both of us.

“God! Greg!” She takes me for another round, and I thrust more until the squeezing stops, and she hangs her head back. I reach up and roll her nipples with my knuckles. They’re still hard and irresistible.

We both sigh at the same time, which makes us laugh. When she looks at me, her smile is serene and thoughtful, so I ask, “What?”

She runs the back of her hand over her flushed forehead. “By light-years, that was the best sex of my life. No lie.”

I grin. “Ditto.”

She lifts off me, and the bloated bag of cum looks defeated at the moment. Turning away from me, Simone asks, “Can we shower together?”

I sit up to remove it. “Fuck, yes. But I gotta take a piss first.”

She laughs and mutters, “Same.”

As I tie it into a balloon, not taking the chance of her flinging another cum bomb at me, I say, “Random question. What happened to your bald situation?” I nod toward her crotch.

Simone purses her smiling lips. “I changed my mind. It itched a lot growing back.”

“I like it better now.” I shrug, and her grin always makes me smile. “Another question. When do you take your pill?”

“When I brush my teeth at bedtime. And yes, it’s in my purse. Why?”

I shrug and throw away the balloon. “Shouldn’t I know these things?”

She crooks a dubious brow. “But the time of day? Do you want to make sure I take it tonight? It’s my last one for the month, so it’s extra special if you want to watch.”

I frown at her smart mouth. “Just wondering. Damn.”

Simone walks over to me, tilts her head, and runs her index finger over my bottom lip. “You don’t have to worry about it.”

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