“Making you feel good.”
Her pupils flared with intrigue. “People might see.”
“Let me worry about that.”
Truth be told, there was nothing to worry about. It was dark out, save for the glowing snowman on the side of the wheel, the compartment beside us was empty, and nobody would be able to see what I was about to do to her thanks to the wall surrounding our seats.
“Do you trust me?” She nodded. “Do you want me to make you come?” Another nod. “Then widen your legs, sit back, and enjoy the ride.”
I know I will.
She did as I asked, allowing me plenty of room to access her pussy. I dipped under the lace band, scraping through the thin path of pubic hair paving the way to her clit.
Her head lolled back against my arm when I circled the bud.
“Fuck,” she groaned. “Please don’t stop.”
That’s right, baby. Beg.
I slid my fingers lower, dragging them through the wetness at her entrance. She was melting faster than the ice cream cone, dripping all over my hand. I needed a taste.
I swirled my fingers through her juices once more before removing them completely. She whined, then moaned when I licked them clean.
No use crying over spilt pussy juices, baby.
“Been dying to taste you for months now.”
She blushed. “And?”
“And now I want more.”
There would be plenty of time for that later. I planned to spend tonight, tomorrow, and hopefully the rest of our lives with my tongue buried between her thighs. That required a little more space and a lot more time, both of which we didn’t currently have.
My fingers delved back inside her panties.
Her warm breath fanned the bare spot beneath my beard, while my thumb toyed with her clit. Teasing, tormenting.Exquisite torture.
“Please, Austin,” she begged. I nearly came in my pants when she nipped my neck, no doubt leaving her mark.Cheeky brat.
“Only good girls get what they want for Christmas.” I slid my middle finger inside until I was knuckle deep. She was tight, but she was also dripping wet. “Have you been a good girl, Janelle?”
She shook her head, muttering a barely intelligible “no” against my neck.
I doubled my efforts, adding a second finger. To the casual onlooker, Nellie and I might look like a couple enjoying a romantic ride on the Ferris wheel. Little did they know that I was drawing figure eights inside her cunt.
I crowded in, pinning her back against the wall while my fingers plunged in and out of her. Faster, deeper. I knew we had to be making a mess, what with the wet, squelching noises we were making, and yet I couldn’t be bothered to care. Nellie was hardly the first girl to get fingerbanged on the Ferris wheel, and she certainly wouldn’t be the last.
My free hand threaded through her hair, tugging her head back until her eyes met mine.
“Are you a naughty girl?”
“Yes,” she answered with zero hesitation.
“Are youmynaughty girl?”
She fisted my jacket when my fingers scissored inside her, brushing against that spot that I knew would set her off any second now. Her pussy pulsed in response.
“Yesss.”
