Page 18 of Teach’s Hayride with the Baller

“Please,” I murmured against his mouth.

Another pinch.

Another group of haunted house visitors.

Somewhere nearby us, someone screamed. And in the room with us, someone asked the question again.

All the while, Zack fucked me in that same rhythm until I knew that my body would only recognize his from now until forever. And just like I knew he wouldn't let me come tonight, keeping me on the edge until I handed over every inch of control, I knew that my body would only recognize one person from now on.

And maybe he would treat my heart okay, too.

After all, he was the good guy around town. The sweetheart everyone liked who did favors for good people. The goofy jock who did some dumb stuff.

Not the man who took on too much, who saw more than they all thought, who took a girl for a tour through a haunted house and gave her a perfect night of fantasies. No part of me wanted this to stop. No part of me wanted to give him back.

Maybe Broomcorn Hollow was a good enough place to stay for a while after all. A place where I could finally let down my guard and let someone in. A place I could finally fall in love.

My body decided that this whole control thing was well over rated. Heat sluiced through me from top to toe. The tips of my breasts tingled and I coated Zack’s cock as I came, rocking gently back and forth over his hard length.

“Fuck, that was beautiful,” he murmured, staring at me beneath the hood. I couldn't see his face, but the thick need in his voice was enough. “Are you going to do that for me all night, little puppet girl?”

I swore I shivered in his cock at the objectification, and knew that this time, he intended it.

“Only if you promise to let me come the next time someone walks into the room." I swayed gently in my bonds, rocking my hips against his.

A deep growl began in his chest, covered by the music that preceded the entrance of a new group in the haunted house at our level. Zack slammed his cock inside me, over and over. My legs jerked out the sides, obscenely spread about his hooded cape.

“—think we know who they are?”

“—it’s like it’s real⁠—”

“I want to hear them. Wish there were more.”

My body trembled as I hung from the straps, supported by Zack. His eyes glittered, dark and unyielding as I gasped through my next orgasm.

His lips grazed mine as the group moved through our room on their way to the third floor. “Come for me five more times and I promise I’ll fill your perfect pussy, Miss Templeton. That’s your reward,” he rasped.

“Yes please,” I begged, shameless, already rocking with him when the door to our level creaked again.

I knew this game now, and I wanted to play it.

Until one of us broke.

CHAPTER SEVEN

ZACK

“I’m in love,” I said to Jordan who waited beside me for his niece and nephew to finish at Hazel's school.

He muttered something noncommittal, but I gathered it had something to do with promiscuous ballers and stupid Halloween season. As far as I’d worked out, his attempt at dating our local barista hadn’t gone the way he planned.

“I mean it,” I protested. “She’s the one.”

“Yeah, yeah.” He collected the two kids who busted out of the school and dashed straight for him. “Tell me how you go after saying that to her two weeks in,” he called over his shoulder as he was dragged away.

I shrugged, resting my ass against the passenger side of my car as I waited for her. Hazel had barely said anything to me since the night at the haunted house. Sure, I’d checked in on her, both at work and at home. And I’d taken her home that night, made sure she was okay, cleaned her up. I’d even laid her out on her bed afterward, spread her soft, curvy legs and licked her to a long, sweet orgasm. So sweet that she creamed gently on my tongue before I kissed her goodnight and tucked her in.

And then the silence began.