“Stay,” he growls. I want to bristle, say I’m not a dog. But my pussy clenches at his curt command, and I melt under his stern gaze.
Just then, the Ferris wheel lurches to a stop. Wide-eyed, I look at Elias, searching his face. His lips are set in a satisfied smile, his eyes hooded.
“Just in time,” he murmurs.
“In time for what?” I ask breathlessly.
“Time to sin, Little Sapphire,” he explains matter-of-factly. His fingers make quick work of the button on my pants, and he lowers the zipper with practiced ease. My mouth falls open when his fingers graze over the lace of my panties, pressing the soaked material against my clit. “Let me hear your prayers.”
7
ELIAS
Jules’s pussy is absolutely drenched for me. I drag the tip of my finger down the middle seam of her lacy underwear, pressing against her swollen clit and making her gasp out my name.
“Elias… What if someone sees us?” she asks, her teeth worrying her bottom lip.
I smile at her, moving my digits lower, then shallowly fucking her through her panties.
“I thought you wanted to give everyone a show?” I challenge. “This is a good way to start.”
She moans as I use my fingers to pull the wet material aside and drag my knuckles over her petal-soft folds. A low rumble builds in my chest at the thought of getting my dick inside her—but I’m not about to rush this. I want to savor this fascinating, unusual woman. I want to drag out every ounce of pleasure from her body.
I hook a finger and slip it inside her, my thumb rubbing small circles over her clit. I’m still holding her pinned against the cage, enjoying the way she writhes against me. I have fiveminutes—that’s how long I told Ben to hold the ride once we reach the top. Any more and people will panic.
“You like this, Jules?” I ask, pressing up to nudge against that spot that’ll have her cream over my hand in no time. “Like getting finger-fucked by a carnie you hardly know while people are close enough to hear you scream as you come? Here’s to hoping no one thinks you’re being murdered,” I add, inserting another finger and twisting them inside her.
“Elias,” she breathes, almost a little surprised.
“That’s me,” I chuckle. “Feel free to use my name in vain as many times as you want.”
Leaning forward, I drag my nose against the long column of her neck, enjoying the spicy smell of her perfume, mixed with leather and the wind. I give in to my darker urges and bite the crook of her neck.
“Oh my god!” Jules squeals, her cunt clenching over my fingers almost violently.
I don’t bother telling her that her cries carry over to the neighboring cages—I want people to hear. I want them to know, and when we get down, I want them to throw accusing glares our way. The thought makes me so fucking hard, I think my dick is going to burst out of my slacks.
“Your pussy is so fucking hot,” I whisper, moving my lips over her jaw, cheek, to her ear. “Next time, you’re going to sit on me during the ride, warming my cock.”
I feel how my words affect her, her cunt fluttering over my invading fingers, her breath stuttering, her body vibrating as she climbs closer and closer to that peak. I can’t wait to push her off.
Letting go of her wrists, I move my hand to her breasts, feeling their weight, then gently wrap my fingers around her neck. Her eyes meet mine, the dark brown pupilssurrounded by white as she looks at me with a mix of arousal and fear.
Jules’s hands shoot out, her scrabbling at my wrist in an ironic reversal of our position just moments ago.
“W—what are you doing?” she asks, her voice thin. “I can’t breathe.”
“Yes, you can,” I murmur against her lips. “I know what you need, Little Sapphire.”
“Y—you’re insane,” she spits. But still, her pussy leaks over my fingers, soaking my palm.
“Probably,” I concede. “But you fucking love it. Don’t you, Jules? You live for the thrill.”
I saw her pull into the parking lot today, the powerful metal beast rumbling between her thighs. My little Jules likes the edge of danger, the grittier sides of life.
“I… I don’t…”
I laugh, then extend my tongue to lick over the seam of her lips.
