Page 62 of Unhinged Love

What the hell?I twist my head and look at him over my shoulder. He is smiling, but not in a joking way. It’s more like a challenge.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with you right now, but do not come inside of me… please.” I add a genuine plea.

“All right, I won’t,” he says seriously, with a hint of disappointment in his voice.

I turn back to face the wall, and Carter goes back to fucking me in a satisfying rhythm. It only takes a few minutes before I can feel a second orgasm building.

My legs quiver, and my whole body is suddenly on fire. Carter somehow manages to go even deeper with his cock, hitting places inside of me that have my core tingle. His thumb continues to play with my asshole, and the more he stimulates me there, the better it feels.

Curiosity gets a hold of me, and I can’t help but wonder what it would feel like if he did push inside. Would it hurt? Or would it give me more pleasure? I don’t know, but I do know that I’m so turned on right now I almost find the courage to ask him.

Instead of speaking up, I find myself shifting, pressing backward just enough to meet his thrusts and maybe get himto accidentally slip in. The more I think about him forcing his thumb up my ass, the hornier I get. Something in the back of my mind tells me it’s wrong to want that, but at this moment, I’m too turned on to care.

I’m so close to coming, I can taste the orgasm. Pleasure builds deep in my core, and my knees feel like they’re about to give out. Carter’s movements become erratic, his thumb almost breaching the tight ring of muscles.

I squeeze my eyes shut and lock my knees, knowing that I’m about to come apart. And then it happens. All at once, my orgasm explodes at the same time Carter pushes his thumb in my ass.

A loud moan rips from my throat as my whole body convulses with my release. Waves and waves of pleasure wash over me while Carter fills both of my holes. I can feel myself pulse around him as I slowly come down from my euphoric experience, and I’m vaguely aware of Carter pulling his thumb from my ass.

He quickly pulls out, groaning as he spills his cum all over my ass cheeks.

I blink my eyes open, suddenly feeling incredibly tired. Carter loops his arm around my torso and lets me lean against him. He gently guides us under the spray and rinses the conditioner from my hair. I let my head fall back on his shoulder as he supports most of my weight.

We stand in the shower like that for a little while longer. After a few minutes, my mind clears, and my body returns to a semi-normal state.

“You said you wouldn’t push in,” I accuse.

“You loved it, like I knew you would. Your body was begging me,” Carter answers without missing a beat. “Let me clean you up so we can get out of here.”

He reaches for the washcloth, and I straighten up to stand on my own. He pours some body wash onto the rag and gently rubs it over my butt and a little between my legs. After the rinse again, Carter steps out and wraps himself up in a towel, before bringing me a towel. He holds it open for me, and I step inside, letting him dry me off before he fastens it around my torso.

“I’ll be right back. Just getting some clean clothes from my room,” he announces before disappearing from the bathroom.

I blink my eyes, staring at the door and wondering if that really just happened.

TWENTY-FIVE

Carter

“Don’t get the wrong idea.”I swear, this girl has a split personality. One minute she’s coming like there’s no tomorrow and the next, she’s giving me a stern look in the mirror once I’m dressed again and standing in the doorway to her bathroom.

“The wrong idea?” I ask. I can’t wait to hear this one.

“Yes.” She finishes drying her hair and sets the dryer on the counter. “We’re not screwing around in my room. You’ll have to find something else to do, since I’m getting ready for bed.”

“For bed.” She nods firmly before turning around to face me with her arms folded. “Now?”

“Yes, now,” she replies. “I’m tired.”

“There’s one problem with that, genius.”

I kind of love the way her eyes go narrow and her nostrils flare. Now that she’s found her voice, she loves using it, which means she won’t shy away from telling me or showing me exactly how much I piss her off. “Oh? What would that be?”

“It’s only six o’clock in the evening. Are you really going to sleep at six o’clock?”

Her mouth opens and snaps shut. “Fine, whatever. Maybe I won’t go to sleep right away. But I would like to rest.”

“How about you eat something first? I’m hungry. I could make us some dinner.”

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