Page 177 of Unhinged

“Oh, baby, I love watching you touch yourself.” I push her into me, grinding my dick on her ass.

“Greg,” she moans and reaches up, taking my hand from her tit. She entangles our fingers as she resumes jilling off. I move our hands so that I’m holding hers, and I push our index fingers into her. “Oh, God.”

Releasing her left tit, as we finger-fuck her together, I clutch the outside of her groin with my left hand, kneading my fingers into it. As Simone pants harder with restrained whimpers, I say, “I love your pussy. It’s all mine now. Forever.”

I kiss her head as I watch her amid her panting and our fingers sliding in and out. I groan against her ear as I watch her writhe against me. I drag my hand up to her piercing and then back down to clutch between her legs, next to her fast-moving hands. “You’re so fucking sexy, Simone.”

She squirms against me, gliding her ass against my tortured dick. “Fuck me. Right now.” Simone reaches behind her, frantically trying to push down my waistband, but my shirt prevents her from doing it. She growls in frustration, which makes me grin.

Simone seethes, “Stop teasing me, goddamn it.” She pulls our hands from her pussy, but I wrap my arms around her, so she can’t turn toward me. She’s never been this desperate for my dick, and I’m digging it. It’s not often I have the upper hand with a woman wanting me for more.

“Please, please, please, Greg. Put it in me. My need for you is so deep inside. Fingering won’t help it.”

Holding her to me, I take away my right arm and shove down the front of my sweats. This convenience alone was so worth wearing them. I drag my dick over her ass cheeks and lean forward. “How do you want it?”

“I don’t care. Just give it to me.”

Against the wall, I squat more but don’t take her with me until I shift her, so she’s essentially sitting between my legs. We don’t have a lot of leverage since we’re still wearing pants, but we’ll make do. My hands shake with equal desperation as my teasing is pulling me under with her. My voice is gruff with urgent frustration, but I deserve it for taunting her. “Bend forward.” Simone does so as she sways her hips, trying to catch my dick. In the mirror, I see her fingering herself again, and now I feel bad for making her suffer after what she did in the shower for me.

As I grab my dick, I tug on her stomach to shift her back. When I bury into her pussy, the wet suction sound between us is noisy. Simone whispers a throaty, “Thank God.”

“Shit, baby.” At first, I hold her hips and help her slam down onto me. But then I wrap my arms around her stomach, forcing her to stand more and for me to straighten, so I see her body in the mirror as we screw. My balls and her tits bounce violently to the same rhythm. I’m already breathless. “I love watching you fuck me.”

I thrash my hips against her ass and use my arm to push her back to me. She moans as my dick slides in and out. “Oh, Greg. Oh, Greg.” I grab her tits and finger her nipples as we watch. Simone turns her head toward me, but I can’t reach her lips from here. Dropping my right hand, I dip into her pussy and then swipe my finger over her lips.

She licks them, and I groan, “Fuck, Simone, you’re so hot.”

Her blue eyes in the mirror are anything but icy as the heat in them fuels our need for sex. I dip between her legs again and suck my fingers next to her ear. Simone whispers, “Damn, Greg.”

“My wife tastes so good. I can’t get enough.” I finger her clit as my dick fucks her from behind. “I’m all over your juicy cunt, and it’s all mine. Your husband is a dirty, selfish bastard.” I lick my fingers a third time, holding her eye contact in the mirror.

“I only want you, swizzle stick. Fuck me harder. Make me rain down on your cock.”

“Shit. I need it.”

Arching her back, Simone tucks her arms behind my head. Her moans echo in the room as we bounce off each other. I clutch her tit with one hand and her pussy with the other. We thrash so much we buck off the wall, and I lift her off the floor several times in our frantic fuck. “Oh, Greg!” she yells but is quieter when she moans, “You’re all mine.”

“You know I am.” In the mirror, she stiffens right before she blows, pouring all over my dick. I see her splashing onto the towel. She then moves my hand over her clit, and I rub, groaning, “Jesus Christ. I’m gonna hose your pussy.”

“My God!” Simone comes, the kind where her cunt holds onto my dick for dear life. My stuttered yells and moans echo with hers as I erupt and slump against the wall.

“Fuck, Simone. Oh, fuck. Son of a fuck. Fuck me,” I say, jumbling a string of fucks as my dick jerks. I bury my face in her neck, inhaling her perfume, her natural scent, and our sex. This is my happiness right here.

We catch our breaths as her pulse slams against my lips. She whispers, “I’ve never felt like that in my life.”

I laugh against her neck. “You got that right, buttercup. Damn, Simone.”

“It was all you.”

“Fifty-fifty.”

I feel us dripping together, and I hold her tighter. Sex with Simone is life-affirming. I want it forever with her.

Simone giggles, and I raise my head, asking, “What?”

She shakes her head in the mirror. “Greg, you are…”

“A royal pain in the ass?”

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