Page 98 of Unleashed

I lick more as we both hold his erection until I suck the entire tip into my mouth. He jumps and releases his grip, moaning louder, “Oh, shit.” He watches me suck his dick with soft lips and slow hand strokes. I’m still hesitant after what happened, but I’m honored that he allowed me to touch him.

He creams my mouth more, and it reminds me we’re fucking without a condom. I cannot believe he’s using one with that blue feather duster bitch, but not with me. How can he be okay with assuming I’m using condoms with other guys? I haven’t had sex with anyone since Greg, but after the pill debacle, I got an IUD. I don’t know if I want to tell him that because if I let him come inside, there’s no going back. Or maybe it’s because I don’t want to feel him dripping from me all day and orgasm every time his cum clings to my clit. An O-face is not a phenomenal look for every situation, even with a Gucci handbag.

Greg moans, “I want to fuck you.” I can’t believe he’d want only me after everything between us.

I leave his dick sopping wet and move with caution, so I don’t scare him again. I kneel up, but it’s not high enough, so I squat over his tip. Greg lays his head on the pillow and grabs my hips, and as I try to slide onto him, he pushes me down and rams his hips upward. It hurts, and he can’t enter me because I’m not wet enough. He says, “Shit.” Shifting back, I kneel over his legs and spit into my hand to rub it into my opening. Greg watches and licks his lips. “I love eating out that juicy cunt. I want more,” he says like it’s a silent observation he doesn’t mean to say out loud.

I return to his tip, and he lets me work him inside this time. The deeper his dick slides, Greg’s breathing stutters more. He whispers, “Oh, yeah,” when I think, Oh, no.

I take a deep breath and absorb the intimate touching he begged of me. Keeping his word, Greg watches our separate bodies coming together as one. I look down and watch his big dick bury into my blonde hair. I’ve never watched myself having sex with other men. I often wanted to forget. It’s been different with Greg since our first time on our wedding night. Watching, I moan and then feel weird that I did. I push myself down so our groins touch, and then I slide up to his tip. Greg groans, “Fuck me, baby. Hard. Fast. I want this screw all week.” He called me baby. And I think I called him that, too. This is getting so out of hand.

It’s too late to stop, so I plunge him back inside my slick and more welcoming pussy, and we groan together. Reaching between us, Greg massages my clit while his hairy balls rub underneath me against my sensitive skin. I try to block out how fucking good he feels and how close we are in this moment and concentrate on his recovery from my stupid move earlier.

No. No orgasm.

Moaning, Greg holds onto my open thighs. His gaze romps over me, and I feel more naked than I already am. My pussy embraces his dick and my tits bounce while Greg watches. When he says nothing, I slow and ask, “Am I doing something wrong?”

He whispers, “No. You are so motherfucking hot. Goddamn, you turn me on. Your body is fire.” Greg thrusts harder with louder moans. “Your pussy is lifesaving, Simone.” No one has ever claimed that before, not even my gyno. “I could die happy between your legs.” Is that supposed to be heartwarming?

Before I stop myself, I say, “You say that to all the women you fuck.”

Greg’s expression almost appears hurt at first, but then he smirks. “Only a couple.”

I gasp for air like he stabbed me in the chest, but I won’t cry. I lean back, grip his thighs behind me, and ride him better than any professional bull rider. I flip my hair and grab my right tit, fondling the nipple. I can at least get worked up to come into the bathroom.

Breathless, Greg says, “If you weren’t already fucking my cock, I’d be jacking off to you.”

I moan and try not to think of him jacking off at his apartment against his bedroom door. That was so damn hot I had to jill off in the bathroom.

I throw him a bone. “Oh, Greg. You make my pussy want to explode.”

“Oh, God. Do it. Come here.”

He pulls my hand from my tit and tugs me down to him. I’m anxious to be this close to his lips. I want to kiss Greg, but like him, I don’t trust me, either.

I look into his eyes but wish I hadn’t. Greg widens them, and they go to my lips. I toss my hair over my shoulder and whisper, “What? Did I do something?”

He slows his thrusts. “If you ask me that one more time, I’ll lose my hard-on.” With renewed determination, Greg holds onto my arms as he works his hips against mine, stabbing me deep at this angle. “I could fuck you all night.”

My pussy grips him tighter. “We have been all night.”

I moan, and he asks, “Is that a good thing?”

I nod the truth but wish I could lie. Greg traps me in his stare as our fucking intensifies. He licks his lips, and I almost freeze, but he doesn’t kiss me. The head of his cock thickens more with every thrust, and his balls tighten. Greg pleads, “Say you’re close. I’m ready to blow my wad.”

I shake my head but avoid his eyes as I look out the window. “Go ahead, but...”

“Not inside you.” He squeezes my ass cheeks and then slides his hand to my tit and palms my nipple. He angles his head and sucks my nipple into his mouth. Shit, it feels so good. His lips tug on my stiff nipple, and it makes me wetter. The squishy sound between us mingles with my panting and his sucking. His tongue holds my nipple in place like he’s feeding from me. Yet another man in my life with mommy issues. There’s no way I could ever breastfeed a baby. Not Greg’s, at least.

Get fucking real, sister. Greg is temporary.

I pant, and he sucks harder, probably bruising it. No baby sucks this hard. “Oh, Greg. Your tongue will set off my clit, and my orgasm will scorch your cock.”

His deep moan vibrates through my tit before it pops out of his mouth. “Shit. I’m gonna come.” He shoves my shoulder to move, and his eyes widen. I hop off him and kneel over his balls. I play with my clit because I’m past the point of no return. As Greg watches me finger myself, he pants as his dick squirts my stomach. The thick cream drips down to my belly ring in a hot stream. I moan and resist, pushing his cum into me. But thinking about doing it, I come fast. I bite the side of my hand as Greg catches his breath with his eyes closed. It’s the quietest but most painful orgasm I’ve ever had.

As his cum drips into my pubic hair, I mouth, “Fuck,” My orgasm dribbles onto his balls, along with his hot cream, but he doesn’t notice. Good.

I jump off the bed before Greg opens his eyes, and mine tear up. Greg asks, “Where’re you going?”

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