Page 90 of Unleashed

When I don’t answer her, Simone sharpens her glare and shifts so my dick grabs more friction against her, though it may go soft soon as I panic for a response that doesn’t sound fake. I’m stuck in a predicament where the lie and the truth could fuck up Simone even more. She shakes her head over the mattress. “Maybe you didn’t sleep with her, but I bet every time you screwed me, you imagined screwing Hadley.”

Through clenched teeth, I hiss, “Fuck you. And I bet every time you jockeyed me, you were putting out for Officer Lame Nuts.” I wince but lose my mind, and trying to sound like Tesco, I pant, “You can’t resist my charms, darlin’. As your brother’s BFF and a studly police officer, I’m much better than that loser, Rodwell. So fuck me now, but love me never.”

Simone maneuvers her right arm between us, but before she shoves me, I block her hand. I realign my body over hers and lower my waist above her pussy. When my junk touches her skin and hair, a thousand lightning bolts shoot through my groin.

Simone narrows her eyes with her frown before a slow grin scares the hell out of me. “Oh, Rod. Finn will never find out. I know you jerk off to me.”

I gasp as Simone grinds her pussy into me. I move faster, sawing my dick into her pussy hair and letting my balls slap against her. It chafes somewhat, but the faster I hump, the more the irritation disappears. “I want to fuck you in the dugout while your brother and my precinct cheer us on.” It sounds like something Tesco would’ve done with Wilder, at least.

“Oh, Rod. You love when your cock is inside your BFF. Maybe Sparks should watch.”

I blink at her before growling, “Stop.”

Simone grins but looks away from me. “It’s the truth.”

Balancing myself with one arm, I grab her chin, and we stare at each other in relative silence. The air fills with our heavy breathing as Simone grinds against me, causing the bed to squeak and the headboard to knock against the wall in a steady rhythm.

Simone’s eyes drop to my lips, and I grit my teeth as we move our hips to a frantic tune. I growl, “Shut your mouth.” I watch her lick her lips, and it makes me lick mine. More lightning bolts zap my dick, and I close my eyes with a groan.

When I look back at her lips, Simone extricates her arm and grips my ass, but her eyes meet mine, and she whispers, “Don’t you dare kiss me, motherfucker.”

“Wasn’t wanting to, bitchalicious.” I narrow my eyes at hers before dropping to her tit. Simone shrieks as I nibble her nipple, but then take most of her tit into my mouth. I scrape my teeth into her skin, and she groans louder than I did. Underneath me, Simone tries to part her legs more but can’t.

Breathing over her, I ask, “How many guys have you fucked since dumping me?” Simone digs a hand into my hair and yanks. “What the hell, Garrison?”

“That’s none of your business.”

“Twenty?” Simone turns her head, and I practically plead, “None?”

“Not you.”

I huff, “You sure about that?” I pound against her more, and my balls pretty much teabag her swollen clit. “I know you’re close to coming.”

She rolls her eyes, but then closes them with a cringe. She stays like this as we bounce off each other for five more seconds before she opens her eyes with an almost scary determination. Simone grabs my biceps and pushes her body upward and spreads her legs. She then stops my dick from rubbing her, only to move me to her open pussy.

I look between us and groan, being a thrust away from fucking her. Simone’s wet pussy slides against the head of my dick. “Don’t tempt me,” I whisper, feeling myself losing control of the situation. “Because your brother isn’t the only one who can take on a dare.”

Simone straightens and covers my mouth with her hand. “Shut the fuck up and screw me, Rodwell.” I try to argue, but she clamps her hand tighter as she closes her eyes. “Just please, please don’t get me pregnant.” Again hangs in the air as I grasp what she just said.

Opening her eyes but not meeting mine, Simone drops her hand from my mouth. I lick my lips, tasting her sweet skin. “Fair request... It’s just... Jesus. I don’t have a rubber.”

She nods as her eyes water. “I don’t either.”

When she finally darts her eyes up at me, I ask, “You’re not on birth control?”

“I was before...” A tear clings to her eyelashes, but she shakes her head as if it’ll erase it.

Unable to watch her relive our regret alone, I blow out a frustrated sigh over her tits. “It’s not like I can help it, Garrison.”

Simone tugs on my neck, pulling me closer to her face. When our eyes meet, she whispers, “I want to feel you inside me.”

I swallow and shrug. “So?” I need to feel it like the motherfucker she called me. “If that’s the case, I’ll finger you.” There’s no way I could do that and not go further. I’m already losing my grip on my sanity.

Simone shakes her head but thrusts her hips, and when my dick slips partway into her pussy, it’s over for me. Done. Gone. Faster than ice in the sun, my willpower and sanity have melted.

I slide my hand underneath her neck as she holds onto mine, and I thrust into her. I pant against Simone’s ear as her stuttered breaths sweep my neck. Our arguing fades away as my dick swells. Simone shrieks over my shoulder, and I reposition my legs to allow her to open hers more.

Pausing, I whisper, “I shouldn’t do this with nothing between us. I’ll probably mess up again.”

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