Page 87 of Unhinged

As he pushes down his underwear, I see him caving in but still resisting. “It’s not that I don’t trust you, it’s… It’s more that I don’t trust myself. I’m not brave like a certain daredevil we know. It’d horrify me if... I had a kid one minute, and the next, I didn’t. And you’re in college, for fuck’s sake.”

“I know, but you can’t be afraid all the time. If it happened, we’d deal with it.”

“No.” His tone is resolute. Then, he’d love to hear that his cum already hugged my pussy and clit for a night. I want to feel it again.

Capitulating, I sigh. Lifting my skirt, I pull down my underwear, and Greg opens the condom to put it on. It’s to protect me. I know, but I have a substantial daring streak. It’s in my blood. Just the heights aren’t.

Remembering I’m supposed to be teaching him sex tricks for his Kellogg, I say, “Before you rail me, check if I’m wet enough. You’ll break the condom or shred my pussy, and not in a thrills-and-chills way.”

He nods, and I turn around and lay my upper body on the table. Greg pushes two fingers into me, and damn, unable to resist, I fuck them. I moan as he goes faster, and I hear the squishy sound of how wet I am. “I want your dick.”

“Or any guy’s dick?”

“Yours. God, Greg. Yours.” I’ve fucked cocks of all sizes, but Greg’s is in a category all by itself. And it has nothing to do with his size.

Greg removes his fingers, and I feel him shifting behind me. Instead of entering me slowly, Greg thrusts fast, pushing me further onto the table. I mutter, “Shit, Rodwell.” But I can’t even prop myself up because he leans over me. He doesn’t slow as he pummels my impatient pussy.

I reach behind me and hold on to his right hip as I prop myself up with my left hand. Grazing his lips over my ear, he whispers, “You like when I fuck you?”

I nod. “I love it. You’re so good. You don’t need me to help you,” I rasp, saying that out loud, but it’s the truth. He’s already light years ahead of any guy I’ve slept with. I didn’t have even a half-assed orgasm with them most of the time.

“Then, I’m fucking you for me.” He reaches around my hip and roams his fingers over my pussy without a goal. His fingers explore, but it frustrates me. I let go of his hip to hold his hand, lacing them together and then pushing our index fingers deep into me, where I guide him. His finger hits the spot I need, and I feel the fast build.

“More, Greg,” I pant and nearly cry because even going this far with Greg is greater than what I’ve done before. That was sex. This is… Something beyond, and it scares me. But it’s also the most alive and pleasured I’ve ever been. Breathless, I warn, “You’re going to make me come all over your dick.”

In my ear, Greg growls, “Fuck, baby. Do it.”

I squeal as the warm gush surprises me when it trickles, and he thrusts into it. Even though I was loud, I whisper, “Screw me harder. Make me sore.”

He thrusts faster, practically lifting me from the floor. He says, “Your sweet cunt is demolishing my dick. I love it.”

Without thinking, I say, “It’s all yours.”

“Fuck, I’m coming.”

With my free hand, I grip the table as I feel the force of his orgasm, provoking another wave to drown his dick and run down my legs. I moan, “Greg.” He pants over me as his jerks seem to never stop, either.

We catch our breaths, releasing each other’s hands. He grips my ass with his other hand as he pulls out of me. We’re both quiet as we straighten, and I look at my wet legs and the floor, where there’s a small puddle between my feet on the cheap carpet. Well, shit. This is new.

I go to a filing cabinet where there are tissues and grab two handfuls to dry my legs. I’ll need to get paper towels for the floor. Greg ties the condom into a knot, and I take it from him. As I go to the trash can, I can’t help but stare at the sloshing bubble of Greg. I then drop it into the trash and throw more tissues over it. I don’t need that to be a conversation topic here.

A confused but amused look crosses his face. “Are all women’s orgasms that…involved? Because holy fuck.”

I giggle. “I don’t know. I’m not all women. Mine have always been wet.”

The amused look plummets. “Oh.”

I quickly say, “But I’ve never had these waterfalls.” His slow smile is so charming. And I add a hard truth. “Your girlfriend’s may be different. I guess you’ll find out.”

He sighs as he buttons and zips his jeans. “I guess so.”

“I just don’t want to hear about them.” I pick up my underwear, the euphoria disintegrating into sadness and jealousy.

“Why would I tell you?”

I shrug, pulling on my underwear as Greg watches me. “Like a progress report.”

Annoyed, Greg frowns as he buckles his belt. “I wouldn’t do that.”

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