Page 61 of Unhinged Love

Oh, whatever. Fuck it.

I kiss him back. He wraps his arms around me and pulls me in, his hard cock pressed against my lower belly. I snake my arms around his neck and press my chest to his. He smirks against my lips, and I almost roll my eyes.

We stay intertwined for a few minutes, holding each other while kissing under the showerhead. It feels nice; nothing isrushed or forced. It’s just two people connecting physically, enjoying each other’s bodies.

When Carter breaks the kiss, a disappointed huff falls from my lips. He presses his forehead to mine, our faces inches from each other. My eyes lower to his swollen lips and all I can think about are those lips on me, on my body… my pussy.

“Turn around and put your hands on the wall,” Carter orders, still a little out of breath from the intense kiss.

I bite my lip and untangle my arms from his body before turning around and placing my palms against the shower wall. The anticipation of his touch sends a shiver down my spine. My heart picks up speed as Carter positions himself behind me.

His hands find my hips, as he holds on to me possessively. The tip of his smooth cock slides through my folds and rubs against my already sensitive clit. I arch my back a little to give him better access and Carter wastes no time accepting my offer.

He thrusts inside of me, filling me completely in one go. “Fuck,” we moan at the same time. His fingers dig into my hips almost painfully as he moves in and out of me, slowly at first.

Every time he pushes inside of me, I feel a little more stretched, his big cock spreading me open as he picks up speed. He holds onto me tightly as he starts to fuck me in earnest now, our skin slapping together and our moans echoing through the bathroom.

“Fuck, sorry.” Carter suddenly slows down, and his hands disappear from my hips. “I got carried away,” he explains. “That’s probably going to leave bruises.”

I look down at my hips, where red finger marks blossom on my skin. “I’m fine,” I assure him. “Don’t stop.”

“I wasn’t gonna,” Carter replies in his cocky way. “I don’t think there is much keeping me from staying inside of you until I come.”

He leans in and places a soft kiss on my shoulder while thrusting deep inside of me. His hand comes around to cup my breast, his fingers skillfully play with my nipple while his other hand reaches around and between my legs.

I arch my back and widen my stance to give him better access. His fingertips find my aching clit, and I groan when he finally touches me there. My nerve endings go haywire when he rubs furiously against my swollen clit. Pleasure explodes in my core with an orgasm that sneaks up on me.

My walls clench together as I come apart, making Carter groan in pleasure behind me. He fucks me through my release, while keeping pressure against my clit until it becomes too sensitive, and I squeeze my legs shut.

“Too much,” I whine as I push Carter’s hand away from my pussy.

“Noted.” He chuckles as his hands find their way back to my hips. This time his touch remains light, which is a stark contrast to his hard cock, threatening to split me in two.

“You feel so good when you come. I can still feel you pulsing around my dick. It’s amazing.” He grunts while keeping up a steady pace. “I want you to come again.”

“I don’t know if I can,” I tell him honestly.

“Yes, you can,” he quips confidently. “I bet I can make you come again.”

“I’m already overstimulated.”

“I’ll stimulate in a different way then,” he says mysteriously. Only when his hand travels to my ass and his fingers slip between my cheeks do I understand what he plans on doing.

“No,” I state sternly when I feel his thumb on my asshole. I instinctively stiffen up; my whole body going rigged.

“Jesus. Relax.” Carter chuckles like this is a joke to him. Anger bubbles up inside me.

“I mean it, Carter.”

“I won’t push inside,” he promises. “Just massaging it while I fuck you. I think you’re going to like it.” His thumb remains on my back hole while he continues to thrust himself into my tight channel.

I have to admit, it doesn’t feel terrible. It feels taboo, but the physical sensation is nothing but erotic to me. Pleasure builds, and I wonder if I could really come again.

“Fuck, you feel so good.” Carter grunts in between deep thrusts that have my toes curling. “I want to come inside of you so badly.”

“Don’t come inside of me! I’m not on birth control,” I warn.

“What if I want to take the chance?”

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