Page 112 of Unleashed

“So?” His eyes drift over me as he pulls the door closed.

“What are you doing?”

“Admiring the view.”

I scowl at him before swinging my hands toward the shelves. “Really?”

He moves closer to me until his hot breath bathes my chest. He slides his hands up my shirt and pushes on my waistband. I cover his hands and argue, “No. Not here.”

Greg nods as his eyes fall to my lips. “Anywhere I want.”

“They’re all waiting for us.”

“This won’t take long.” So much for my needs, I guess.

“It’s dirty here.” My breaths quicken as my traitorous nipples harden.

“And I bet you’re so wet for me.”

I shake my head. “This place doesn’t turn me on. Sorry.”

I spin around to grab the bag of balls I need. But when I bend, Greg traps me against him as I feel and hear him unzipping his jeans. I gasp as he then yanks down my sweats. Against my ass, he slides his hard-on up and down. He leans over me and whispers, “I want to fuck your ass soon.”

“It doesn’t sound fun,” I mumble.

Greg slips his fingers between my legs. Feeling how wet I am, he moans. He pumps his fingers and says, “But I’ll fuck your pussy any day.”

I push on his hand on my hip. “Stop. Finn will come back.”

Instead of moving away, Greg grips me harder as he shifts behind me. Two seconds later, he thrusts his dick into me.

I catch myself on the shelf as he pulls out and thrusts harder and further into me. I moan as I push back against him. He whispers, “Shit. You feel so good. You like my cock inside you.”

Gritting my teeth, I stare at the dusty army-green bags in my face. “Not at the moment.” Any moment will do.

His breaths tumble over my back, faster, and his stuttered groans signal he’s already close. Greg’s hands slide over my hips and his wet thrusts fill the small room. Outside, I hear cars on the nearby highway behind the shed. Greg groans louder and I know he’ll pull out to come...where? Did he not think this far ahead? Anywhere will be a disaster here.

On impulse, I yank my hips forward until he falls out of me. I turn and drop to my knees on the dirty floor.

“What?” he asks, breathless.

I grab his cock and slide it into my mouth, tasting myself. I suck the swollen head and move my right hand to his tight balls. I roll them in my hand as I pull on his hip as I fuck him with my mouth.

“Simone,” he pants. “Oh, God.” He digs his hands into my hair and pushes my head to take him deeper. I gag but keep going. “I’m coming,” he warns.

I suck him harder while my tongue dances around his shaft. He yells incoherent things as he explodes into my mouth, drowning out the highway buzz. I swallow him as I move my hand back to his shaft to steady it as I feed on him and grip his balls.

When Greg’s spurts stop, he lets go of my head as I pull him out of my mouth. His softening hard-on bobs in my face and I lick the last drop, clinging to him. I fall back, sitting on the dirty floor.

Greg sighs with a grin. “What the hell was that?”

“A blow job,” I mutter as I lick my lips and wipe my mouth on the back of my hand. I don’t know if he’s being complimentary or a smartass.

I watch him pull up his jeans and do his fly in silence. He isn’t able to zip all the way yet. Greg looks away from me, but before exiting, he pats me on the head with a giggle. “Good girl, Garrison. By the way, your dad is here. You’d better get moving.”

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