Page 138 of Unhinged

Greg stops jerking to lean forward, takes my right nipple into his mouth, and gently sucks. I whisper, “I want you all over me.” He groans, vibrating my tit as he kisses all around my firm nipple. He again latches on and sucks as he cups my left one. When his tongue sweeps over my nipple, it zings my clit.

He sits back and resumes stroking, and I ask, “What did you imagine?”

“Destroying your sweet cunt until we’d explode together. In and out, buttercup. Faster and faster.”

“Jesus,” I mumble before I throw my arms around Greg’s neck and kiss him. He stops jerking to put my hand on his cock.

Over my lips, he whispers, “I love your touch more than mine.” When I stroke, he goes to my ear. “I want you so much, Simone. Here. Now. I don’t have a raincoat, but I’ll pull out. Make love to me. I need to feel you.”

He kisses below my ear. Our breaths are fast. “I don’t have anything for my period or waterfall not to get everywhere.”

“I don’t care. I want to fuck, skin to skin.”

I pounce on his mouth. We moan, pant, and paw each other as we kiss. We’re in Amos’s driveway. It’s dark, but we’re not hidden, and it’s thrilling for my daredevil side, courtesy of Finn. Pausing our kiss, I remove my shoes, get rid of my pants and underwear, and check my aunt’s status. When I see a clean pad, I turn back to Greg. “We’re good.”

We leave on our coats, and Greg picks me up, so I straddle his lap. I glide my pussy over the tip of his cock, blending our cream.

He grips my hips. “Fuck. Oh, Simone. More.”

Not hesitating this time, I hold on to the back seat and screw more of him. We moan loudly since we don’t have to be as quiet. Still, people walking their dogs may hear us. As I tease him, my tits bounce in his face, and he again suckles my right one. His teeth graze my nipple, and I urgently slide him the rest of the way into me.

He releases my tit as we shriek but don’t stop. No. It spurs us, and our fuck is out of control. Greg grabs my ass, pushing me onto his cock as he thrusts. It’s the fastest track to an orgasm with sex I’ve ever experienced.

“Your pussy feels fucking amazing. But stop. I want it to last.”

I slow and look between us, watching his uncloaked dick sinking into me. I heard Finn tell Ricky how he and Hadley watch themselves fuck, and it’s the hottest thing. I don’t want to imagine them doing it, but the thought of watching us drives me wild.

I lean down and kiss him. “Watch us fuck. We’re perfect.”

I sit back, and Greg’s eyes grow huge. “Simone. Hot fucking damn. It’s like our own porn.”

Greg pushes me faster as we angle our heads to watch us together. Every time I pull up, I leave his cock wetter. He looks up at me. “That’s the best intense thing I’ve ever seen and felt in my life.”

I put my arms around his shoulders and confess, “That’s how I feel about you.” Before he comments, I kiss him and rub my pussy back and forth, the way he liked it last time.

Greg pushes me to sit up, and he rocks me faster. “Oh, shit. It feels so good when you fuck me like that.” He lifts my hips, and I ride him harder, bouncing my tits and the truck.

I arch my back, which points my clit at the perfect angle. I moan, “I’m going to come on your naked cock.”

“I want it. Hurry.”

“Greg!” I nearly sob as my orgasm slashes through my body. My pussy clenches his shaft as he pants and moans with me. As he helps me move my hips up and down, he whisper-shrieks, “I’m so close.”

I fuck his tip as another orgasm grips me, but the second it subsides, Greg yells, “Simone!” and bucks his hips from under me, pulling out. He groans as his dick jerks, but he misses my tits and spurts cum into my hair, onto my face, and my pajamas.

Breathless, we both mutter, “Shit,”

As I survey the mess, he says, “Fuck. I guess I didn’t think it through when I said I’d pull out.”

I laugh and pick up the stands of my hair coated with jizz. “I need another shower.”

Greg giggles. “I’m sorry. I really am. But I didn’t even get a waterfall.”

“It’s probably for the best since you had a volcanic eruption.” I swipe my finger over my cheek and suck his cum from it, and Greg gasps. I smile. “So good, baby. Like a milkshake.”

“Goddamn, buttercup.” Greg then shrugs. “It’s kind of retribution for the cum bomb you threw at my Stones shirt.”

I laugh. “I suppose so.” Seeing his flushed, post-sex face, I lean down to kiss him.

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