Page 86 of Unhinged Love

“Fuck, that’s good,” I whisper, letting my head fall back as she works me. Her moans vibrate through my body, making my balls lift, making my hips move so I can feed more of myself to her, hitting the back of her throat over and over while she moans around me. “You’re so fucking good to me,” I groan, lost in sensation, lost in her, wishing it could never end but knowing it has to.

“Up,” I grunt, because it’s all I can say while I gasp for air. When she doesn’t move fast enough, I take her by the arms and push her back against the door, then change my mind and turn her around so she’s facing away from me.

Her smooth, soft ass feels so good under my hands before I pull her thong down to her knees with her dress bunched up around her waist. I can’t wait. I need her now. She arches her back, giving herself to me, angling her pussy so I can sink in deep.

“Oh, my god!” she moans, her hands pressed against the door as she pushes back against me. I cover them with mine, lockingour fingers, moving hard and fast. Fucking her, claiming her. She’s mine. This pussy is mine.

“Fucking tight!” I gasp before she turns her head so I can claim her mouth, too. Every stroke, every tap of my balls against her makes her whimper louder, until there’s nothing but one long, high-pitched sound coming from her mouth into mine. She’s getting tighter, too, squeezing me, trying to milk me dry.

And as much as I give her, she gives it back to me, doubling the friction, making our bodies crash together in a rhythm that gets faster and faster until she clenches tight and lets out a high-pitched shriek. I crash against her one last time before letting the rush take over, making me weak while every drop that was in my balls rushes into her.

“I like it even better that way,” she whispers once she can breathe again, still leaning against the door while her body heaves. “When you come inside me.” Yes, because one of the conditions of us living together was her being on the pill.“We’re not ready to be grandparents yet.”

That means more spontaneous moments like this, locked against her with our mixed cum leaking out between us as we catch our breath. “I think we’ve officially christened every part of the house now,” I murmur in her ear.

“I think you’re right.” She heaves a sigh, then says, “I guess we’ll have to christen the furniture once we buy it all.”

“I love the way you think.” Pulling back, I think about all the different things we still need. “That’s it. We’re going shopping right now. No time to waste.”

The best part is when she laughs and her eyes light up, reminding me one more time what makes her perfect for me.

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