Page 82 of Unhinged

Having the urge, I partially pull out of Simone’s pussy to thrust back into it. Fuck, it feels so good. The jolt shooting through my dick makes me do it again until we stop kissing to moan against each other’s lips.

Simone whispers, “When I grabbed your dick at Sage’s, I wanted it inside of me so fucking bad.”

“I hoped it’d be.” That’s the truth.

Appearing shocked, she tugs my head as she lifts hers, and we meet in another fiery kiss. She licks my tongue and bites my lip. When she releases it, I whisper, “Damn, Simone.”

I shift again to try something different. I grab her right hip and encourage her to go faster with me. Breathless, she says, “Your big cock is destroying my cunt.” Simone wanted me to do that to her in Richmond until I ripped everything apart.

“Yeah? You like that?”

She nods. “Rub the head of your cock against my clit.” Remembering what I’ve seen in porn, I fuck her with short, upward thrusts. Simone pants, “Fuck, yes.”

Looking into her eyes, I whisper, “I’m gonna come.”

“Give yourself to me.”

I moan and pant like a bitch in heat, but damn, it’s awesome to not come in my hand while thinking of Hadley. “Keep fucking me,” I plead as the rush hits me. With each eruption, I groan louder. As my hips slow, hers go faster, making my orgasm more drawn out and mind-numbing. Still, pouring jizz into a baggie tube hanging from my dick while inside someone is strange as hell. But a good strange. I mean, the alternative is not having sex. And I’m now fucking addicted to fucking.

I look down at Simone, whose wide eyes seem terrified. She clutches my jaw and whispers, “Oh, my God.” She moves her hands to my shoulders as she closes her eyes. Her pussy seizes my dick like it’s the last contraband eclair at a health spa. I may as well be coming again because her orgasm is tight, slippery, and it feels fucking amazing even with a rubber. It also sounds like I’m stomping through puddles. I groan with her whisper-shrieks, but they get mega-loud, so I cover her mouth with my hand until the only sound we hear is pots and pans clanging on TV. I don’t need Vaughn to fly in here.

When Simone opens her eyes, I remove my hand to see her astonished smile. I grin back at her as I brush blonde hair from her forehead. At the softball field, Simone was right when she said her pussy would consume me like a violent inferno, and I’d beg for it. I’d torch the bar to fuck Simone again.

She says, “Holy shizzle. I’ve never come like that before.”

“That’s good, right?”

Simone giggles, and I want to kiss her again. “Very good. My legs are shaking.” I feel them vibrating next to me.

I sigh with a laugh. “If sex with you is this good, I’d marry you every damn day.”

Simone’s smile fades. “We’re not married like that.”

“We kind of are. I mean, it’s mind-blowing. You could legally pull the plug on me.”

She pushes on my chest. “Stop that.”

“I’m not saying now, but when I’m a withered prune.”

Simone pushes harder on me, and I pull out of her pussy. And shit, it feels good, but not. That makes no sense. “We won’t be married anymore by then.”

“You’re already divorcing me?” I giggle as I move to the edge of the bed to remove the rubber. I notice Simone watching me do it.

“It’s certain that this arrangement will no longer exist.”

I scowl at her as I tie a knot at the end of the rubber, making it a cum balloon. I should throw this at Vaughn’s prissy trash wagon. “Arrangement? Jesus. We’re not running a circle jerk. We’re—”

“No. It’s temporary and technical. It shouldn’t change our lives.” Simone sits up, shaking her head and inspecting the wet bedspread under her legs. I know what it’s supposed to be, but damn, that hurts.

“It’s not just on paper now. We literally finalized our arrangement.”

She grabs her pajamas from the floor. Her ass is a work of art where I also want to stroke my brush. “We fucked. So?” Ouch. I suppose I’m only her twenty-fourth.

I shrug as I watch her get dressed. Her words sting like a motherfucker, so I dig into my own arsenal. “You’re right. I screwed Finn Wilder’s sister to drive him insane, and it feels great. Checked that box.”

Simone sits down next to me but only watches TV. But I don’t think she cares about it. Seeing my deflated dick echoes how I suddenly and strangely feel.

Getting up, I gather my clothes on the other side of the bed and go into her bathroom to throw away the sex balloon and get dressed. I wanted to stay with her tonight, no matter what Amos thinks, but I can’t now because I’m a delusional moron. Today fucked with my head and heart but in a good way. Simone warned me about falling for her. But as usual, I’m wrong when I wanted so goddamn much to be right.

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