Page 134 of Unleashed

She looks at the wall and then back at me. “I have an IUD for birth control. It’s supposed to be better than the pill. So, you don’t have to pull out.”

“Why didn’t you tell me that?”

“I didn’t know if I could trust you now.”

I swallow through the knives in my throat. “Did you get it because...you’re dating again?” I want to die or kill.

“I thought we’d never have sex again. I didn’t want another man to...” Simone cringes but looks up at me. “I wouldn’t have let you inside me without a condom if I was putting your future or mine at risk again. You can trust me.”

“Uh, okay.” To be honest, I wasn’t thinking about either of our futures. Just the present because that’s all Simone and I have. I surprise myself, confessing, “I do trust you. That’s why I didn’t wear one. I wanted to show you I wasn’t worried. And if an oops happened again, we’d figure it out.” I grit my teeth and add, “But your father has zero say if it did. Fuck him and the money.” Simone nods.

The white cream on her stomach and naval ring almost glows in the dim light. Simone stares at me, and I slide my finger through my cum and toward her pubic hair. “I’m sorry you thought you couldn’t trust me with this. You really want it?”

She groans, “Greg, yes. Desperately.” I don’t know why, but I want it too.

I push the pool of cum at my fingers onto her clit and swirl my fingers around it. I whisper, “Fuck,” as I watch some cling to her and the rest drip down her pussy. Simone inhales, and I scoop more and push it into her. She bucks her hips and whimpers.

I fuck her with my fingers, and she clutches her tits, moaning, “Jesus Christ. I’m already close.”

I swirl my fingers through the cream and rub her clit faster. I say, “God. Your pussy is sucking it right off my fingers.” My dick jerks back to life as I watch my fingers slide in and out of Simone. The throbbing is quick, and now I’m desperate. I grab my dick with my left hand and stroke it. Simone’s eyes widen and I say, “Your turn. Tell me what you did in the bar bathroom by yourself.”

“I ran into the bathroom and pulled down my jeans.” Simone scoops the cum off her stomach and wipes it across her gaping pussy. I switch to my right hand and jack off as I watch Simone fingering herself. She gathers more and fucks her fingers. “Your hot cum made me orgasm in fifteen seconds.”

“You don’t know how much I wanted to fuck you against the wall. I heard you in the bathroom moaning.”

She groans and sweeps the rest of my jizz into her. Most of it disappears as she fucks herself more. My hand is a blur as I stroke fast, nearing blast-off. She pants, “Watching you jerk off and with your cum on my clit... Oh, Greg. Oh, Greg. You’re all over me. Holy fuck.”

Simone shrieks and rubs her dark red clit. Her fingers spread the cream all over, and I stutter, “Come on my cum, baby.”

Simone’s pussy spasms under her fingers. “Greg!”

She rubs out her orgasm, and as soon as her fingers stop, I move them aside and shove my dick into her. Simone grips my shoulders as her pussy tightens like a rubber band and then snaps as she yells through another orgasm.

Usually, a second round takes me longer, but I’m already there after watching her.

I pump like a jackhammer for ten seconds before I groan, “Oh, fuck, Simone. I’m gonna hose your hot cunt.” I come hard, losing my breath, and like her blow jobs, her body sucks my every thick spurt.

Simone shrieks and groans with me. We breathe fast over each other, and the urge to kiss her is overwhelming. I fucking miss it.

Catching my breath and watching her, I whisper, “You didn’t like it?”

With her flushed face, she pants, “I loved it.” I did too.

Before I act on an impulse and make out with my ex-wife, I push myself up and pull out of her.

I sigh as I look between her legs. No creampie this time. Her pussy must have swallowed all of it. I love that. And I shouldn’t.

Standing, I offer her my hand. “Let’s share a shower and then get some sleep. I imagine we woke your dad. If he leaves his room, I hope it offends him seeing my ass out, because I’m not wearing wet shorts again.”

Dazed, Simone nods as she takes my hand. When she stands, her face is close to mine. She’s tall and close to my height. Her eyes go to my lips, but she drops her gaze to my chest. “The carpet is wet.”

I lick my lips as I think about kissing her. “Uh, yeah. Oh, well. Worth it. It’ll dry.”

I feel inept, so fucking out of her league, and not surprised that she ended our fake marriage.

Picking up my wet shorts, I wait for Simone to pick up her suit and cover-up and follow her upstairs, admiring the view but hating the outlook.

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