Page 189 of Unhinged

I smile and whisper, “Me too.”

Greg slips two fingers into my bikini, with his thumb circling my clit. “All of those dicks at the pool wanted inside this hot pussy.”

I moan, “Your name is all over it. Not theirs.”

“Yep. All mine. I licked it first.” I grab his hand as he slides them together. He smirks. “Now I’ll drip my cum all over it.”

“Baby, I want to make love right fucking now.” I writhe as he fingers me. With my bikini top tucked under my tits, my nipples ache, and I roll one beneath my fingers.

Greg steals his fingers from me and licks them. He then covers me and moves his tongue to my mouth. I taste myself. He grinds his groin between my legs, and I beg, “Give me your sweet cream, so I orgasm with it clinging to my clit.”

Greg pants with me as his self-control fades. “Jesus Christ. I can’t take it anymore. We need to fuck.” He shoves his waistband, and I feel him jacking off with urgency as he kisses me. I lift my hips, and he stops to yank my bikini crotch aside as I guide him between my legs.

Fervent, Greg releases my bikini and easily thrusts himself into my pussy, like it’s where he belongs. His loud groans fill my mouth as my gasp fills his. We kiss slowly, but we’re focused on our hips’ repeated reunion and farewell. We build it up and tear it down. With the thumps of our most private parts of ourselves merging and our skin slapping, the bed squeaks as our bodies push each other higher.

We fuck in perfect harmony. Greg says, “I’m finally whole because of you, Simone. You cherish me.”

I grab his ass, half-covered by his pajama pants, while I lift my hips faster. “Greg, you’re the love I was searching for my entire life.”

Greg kisses me before lifting some to watch himself thrusting. I tilt my head and watch with him. “Look at that, baby. I’m fucking because I want to share myself with you. Not because of any other reason. You taught me to crave sex, not fear it. I love you.”

“You’re amazing, Greg Rodwell. Not enough people tell you that.”

We watch some more, and it’s overwhelming. I feel my orgasm build, and I reach down to play with my clit. Greg gasps, “Holy fuck. Do it faster, buttercup. I love watching you.” We stroke and thrust faster together.

I pant, “Oh, my God. I’m so close.” His brown eyes bore into mine, and we can’t look away from each other. I stop touching myself, and Greg slams our hips together, fucking me deep and changing the course of my clit orgasm into the whole shebang. I squeal, “I’m coming. Fuck!”

“Hell, yes,” he says as he rolls his hips against mine. With his left hand, he grabs my right, locking our fingers together and digging his ring into them. But it’s hot more than anything and reminds me I’m making love to my husband.

My pussy clenches his cock as I cry out, and my orgasm rocks me. I feel a small waterfall, but not enough to drench the bed. Good thing, since it’s a hotel. With a hand on his jaw and the other on his shoulder, I moan, “Baby, holy shizz,” as a stronger orgasm engulfs me.

“Simone, yes!” Groaning, Greg holds onto my hip as his forceful thrusts unleash his orgasm with mine. His rush fuels more mini ones.

We catch our breaths as he runs his hand over my right tit, stroking my nipple. “Son of a bitch. That was….” Then, like a sudden idea, he pulls out and says, “Get up on your knees.” Confused, I do, facing him. He shakes his head. “Doggy style.”

“Okay…”

“Spread your legs more.”

I flip my hair over my head and look over my shoulder. “Now what?”

Moving my bikini crotch to the side, he spreads my pussy lips. “I want to see my creampie. Push it out.”

I gasp because it’s unexpected and so damn hot. I bear down some, careful not to piss because I’m not into that. I hope he isn’t either. I feel his creamy warmth. “Is that good?”

Greg moans, “Oh, Jesus,” and swirls his fingers over my slippery pussy. “More.”

I push and feel it dripping. I moan and hang my head to look between my legs. I watch him and whisper, “Greg, damn.”

Greg slides his fingers into me, saying, “Now I want it back inside you.”

I laugh, still confused. “Why?”

“Because I don’t jizz inside just any pussy,” Greg states simply, and I feel privileged. He fingers me deeper, using his cum as lube like I did the first night at the bar with him. “Christ. This is a fucking turn-on. I’d jerk off, shooting more onto you if I could get hard again.”

His words and fingers hit that deep spot, erupting into a swift orgasm. “Greg!” I drip over his fingers and plead, “More.”

He laughs. “Damn. Do I not feed your pussy enough?”

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