Page 155 of Unhinged

Against my lips, I feel Simone’s smile. “I’m your wife. You’re my husband. This is for real now. We’re a married couple in love.”

“I love it so much.” I take her left hand and kiss her ring. “So, you know, I didn’t suggest you marry me just to change your last name. And I always carry the beer cap in my pocket.”

Simone smiles. “So, you know, I didn’t agree to marry you just to change my last name. And I always carry the beer cap in my pocket too.”

I kiss her lips, and Simone’s hands go into my hair. Our kissing ramps up as I skim my left hand over her body, dragging my ring. She pants, ending our kiss, and does the same with her ring along my skin. Next to her ear, I groan, “Oh, fuck.”

She giggles as I kiss her neck down to her collarbone and then back up again. “I finally found you. You’re my prince, Greg Rodwell.”

Kissing to her ear, I whisper, “You better fucking believe it, princess.”

She grabs my ass and pulls me closer. “I want to screw my prince.”

I grin against her throat before lifting my head. “I started out as a frog, so I can’t make any promises.”

Simone whimpers, lifting her hips. “Greg, shove your cock inside me. I can’t bear it anymore.”

“Let’s see what I can do.” When Simone lifts her hips, I thrust into her, and the joke is on me when she fucks me fast and with purpose. “Shit, Simone. Is there a fire?”

She slows, giggling breathlessly with her face glowing and her bright blue eyes full of love for me. I see it now. I thought I was unlovable and forever cast aside when playtime was over. But it all led me to Simone, so it was worth the pain. “I’m sorry. I just can’t get enough of you, swizzle stick. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I want to make my soulmate happy.”

“You have, buttercup. I want to make you happy too.” I’m just afraid we’ll have one serious sticking point, but it may bother me more than her. I have to believe we’ll get through it.

But Simone is right. I have to trust her like we promised each other. It’d be hypocritical of me to vow trust and faithfulness but still not fully trust her. And there’s one huge thing I can do to prove I trust her.

Simone lifts her head to kiss me. Her hands move to my face, and her fingernails lightly scratch into my hair. She always treasures me. Like I’m everything to her, as she is to me. This is what love feels like, and it’s not what I experienced before her.

Though Simone started our kiss, I dominate it and our fucking. Now I’m the one who can’t get enough. And it’s definitely not enough.

I pull out, surprising and disappointing Simone, but I drop to her side and roll her with me. Simone shrieks with giggles, which makes me laugh with her. But then her smile falls as she watches me, stroking my dick upward, removing the rubber bone cone, and fling it onto the floor. “What are you doing?”

I shrug and grab her hips. “Stay tuned for the exciting conclusion, doodlebug.”

I rub my tip against her clit with nothing between us. Simone gasps and holds her breath as we look at each other. I then grab her ass with one hand and my dick with the other and tug her as I thrust. She’s so wet, and it’s easy to slide into her. At first, she sits with me, buried inside her. But as my hands return to her hips, Simone uses her knees to move up and down on me. “You feel so good, baby.”

I watch her tits and belly button ring bounce as our hips clash. I then watch me fucking her. It’s cathartic, seeing myself enjoying sex with the woman I love, other than it forced upon me or doing it with Shasta to numb the pain of losing Hadley. But if I dig deeper, I wasn’t in love with Hadley. At least, not like this. I was in love with the idea of love and afraid I’d never have it with anyone else. I loved Hadley as a friend, but I ran with it and turned it into something it wasn’t. But when love found me, I ignored Simone.

Simone says, “If you’re close, it’ll be easier for you to pull out if I’m like this.” She leans back and braces her hands on my thighs as she lifts more. I watch my shaft rub her clit, and it’s almost too much for me. We stare at each other with open mouths and panting. Simone fucks me faster, so I go faster until the build grabs me by the balls. “I love you, Mrs. Rodwell.”

She grins. “I love you too. Forever and ever.”

I hold her hips and moan, “I’m gonna come,” repeatedly, but I keep thrusting, despite Simone slowing to allow me to pull out. But I don’t. I watch my dick sliding in and out of her blonde hair until I lift my hips higher and slam into her, yelling, “Jesus, Harry, and Jonas! Fuck!” as I flood her.

Simone shrieks like a seasoned porn star. “Oh, God! Your cum! Yes!” and her pussy wrenches my dick into a headlock before I’m even done with mine. Her spasms soon drench me, and I’m fucking a waterfall. It feels goddamn awesome. Those and her clit orgasms don’t always happen together, so it’s some magical unicorn shit there.

I run my hands down her thighs and say, “Hell, yeah, baby.” I blow a sigh, laughing. “Damn, that was a fuck!”

Simone giggles as she lifts off me, and we look, seeing more dripping and clinging to her hair. Before she totally leaves me, I grab her arm and pull her to me. She lies on her side and stutters, “You said…”

“I wanted to do that with my wife so fucking much because I trust you with all of me.”

Simone sighs against my cheek. “God, swizzle stick. That was the best of my life.”

“Your prince is a good lay?”

“You’re a good everything. I love you.” She kisses my cheek.

I move my head to kiss her lips. “I love you.” We kiss for what seems like hours, but probably fifteen to twenty minutes.

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