Page 18 of All Hallows' Haunt
“Are you aware that you do that every time?” I asked, pointing to the contact.
“Do what?”
“Relax and lean oneverything.” Her eyebrows scrunched at my observation, and she laughed.
“I do not,” she protested. “I just get…comfortable.” Her cheeks flushed, and I bit at my bottom lip.
“You do lean, for one,” I corrected, molding my hand to her pretty little neck. “And for two, that blush is the sexiest shade of red.” I groaned with desperation. I drew her to me, crushing my mouth to hers.
Her hands wrapped in my shirt and brought me closer. I licked along her lips until her mouth parted. She dipped her tongue under mine, causing a chill to roll down my neck. I pressed into her harder, and we braced ourselves against the railing. She wasn’t close enough. I needed more of her.
I grabbed under her ass and set her on the rail, draping her legs over my hips and bringing her flush against me. She moaned as I mapped every corner of her mouth. Breaking the kiss slightly, she wrapped her lips around my tongue and sucked its length as she retreated.
“Why is your tongue so fucking long?” she asked breathlessly.
“Because it was made to devour your pussy,” I stated. Bracing her to my chest, I rasped, “I wasn’t done tasting you, Sienna.”
“The carousel stopped,” she murmured. Her eyes flicked above my shoulder, and I glanced back to see the few riders starting to disembark and head toward the exit.
“Even better,” I said, tugging her off the rail and through the entry gate. I helped her onto the platform and followed as she looked over every option. She walked up to a black and white horse decorated with gold reins and bulbs. She started to get on when I hooked her jacket. “Inner ring of horses, baby.”
“Why?” She raised her eyebrow and looked around, but no one else was here.
“I guess you’ll find out if you listen. Pick one in the inner ring.” I kept a stern but playful tone, daring her to go against my wishes. It would be to her disappointment, but I hoped she’d find a new seat because I craved to feel her cum slick my fingers again.
“Fine,” she huffed. She sped down the walkway and stopped at a beige horse with green reins and white trimmings. “You know, the ones on the outside are faster.” Her lip stuck out in a pout, and my eyes narrowed at the audacity. I picked her up and set her in the fashioned saddle. Instead of letting her straddle the seat, I set her sideways so she faced me. This horse stopped while it was in the air, and it positioned her just under my height. I massaged her hips and waited for the attendant to start the ride.
“You’re so whiny when you don’t get what you want,” I accused as she looked around us and then over the horse to the floor.
“Is this what the world looks like for you?” she asked, and I nodded. My hand twitched in anticipation. “How tall are you?”
“Uh, I measured around six-three for one of the costumes the other week.” I shrugged. “You? I’m gonna guess.” I paused and made a dramatic gesture of measuring random areas of her limbs with my hands. “Short?”
“I’m not short. You’re just stupid tall.” She laughed, and a whirring of gears drowned it out as the horse jerked and started to dip. The rotation started slowly, and the world began to blur.
“Finally,” I whispered. Stepping between her legs, I gripped the pole and leaned close to her ear. “Are you ready, Little Fox?” As we moved forward, she went up and down while brushing against me.
“We can’t have sex here; people will see us,” she whispered in a panic.
“I’m not fucking you on a moving horse, baby. I’m good, but that’s a feat in and of itself.” I laughed at the thought and slipped my hand inside her pants. “Lean in close. The music is loud, but you’re capable of breaking glass, so shh,” I hushed.
My teeth sank into my bottom lip as I bit back a groan.
She was soaked, but it was a mixture of her arousal andme.
“You’re so full of my cum,” I whispered, stealing touches in time with the horse’s movement. She shuddered when I grazed her clit, moaning into my shoulder. “Your cunt’s dripping it onto my hand.” I teased her more. She huffed and whined as the carousel took her pussy away from my fingers. She rose higher and I pushed in through the slick mess. I caressed her G-spot until the ride lowered her again, and I let her slip through my hand.
“Please, Everett,” she begged. Her knuckles whitened as she death-gripped the pole.
“What does my baby want?”
“I wanna come, please.” Her head moved up and down my chest. The friction pulled shorter strands of hair out of her braid. She jerked when I thrust into her, calling out strangled pleas. I followed the motion of the carousel horse and didn’t let it break our contact.
“Sienna,” I breathed. She moved her hand up the pole and laced her fingers between mine. I circled her clit faster, and her shoulders quaked. “You break so beautifully.”
“It’s too much. I can’t.”
“But you’re so pretty when you cry for me.” I kissed her forehead when she came back up and slowed my movements.
