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“Hm?” she mumbles. She’s only half here, the other half still in her afterglow.
“I need one more,” I say right before licking her pussy. She bucks her hips, crying out.
I know she’s feeling oversensitive, but I need this like I need to breathe. I devour her, licking and sucking. It’s messy, but just what she needs right now. I trail my hand up her jerking body, taking hold of her tit and kneading her nipple between my fingers. My cum starts to seep from her body into my mouth, and mixes with hers as she comes again, her thighs squeezing my head as her body seizes up. I lick all of our cum up as it comes, holding it in my mouth. I pull her body down, reaching for the rope to help. When her face passes mine, I stop, leaning in to kiss her.
“Open,” I command, and she does as she’s told. I hold her jaw and spit it all into her mouth. “Swallow.”
She does, and I finish pulling her down. I remove her hands from the hook, and untie them. She immediately rubs her wrists. The sight of her raw skin makes my cock twitch. She moves to pick up her clothes, but I swipe them before she can.
“I need those.”
“No, you don’t. Carnival’s closed.”
“What about the other carnies?”
“Rule #2.”
She reaches for her clothes again. “I can’t—hey!” I quickly throw them on the other side of the loft, catching her while she stumbles into me. I grab the back of her neck, smashing my lips into hers. She moans into my mouth, pulling me closer. I nip her bottom lip, and let her go.
“One…”
CHAPTER EIGHT
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He begins counting and I don’t need to be told what that means.
It’s time to run.
I scurry over to the clothes strewn about and grab them into my arms, not bothering to waste a second putting them on. There’s no time. I’ll just have to pray no one is around to see me running naked through the carnival.
My bare feet slam against the wooden planks of the loft floor, and when I reach the ladder I toss the clothes down. There’s no way I can climb down this thing holding them.
Please don’t let anyone be down there. Please.
I peer down and see the ground is close, so I hop off the rung and land on my ass.
“Shit!” I cry out, instantly regretting the attention I may or may not have drawn to myself.
I scan the stable and crawl toward my clothes, scraping them into my arms and not giving a shit how filthy they now are thanks to the hay-covered floor.
“Tick tock, princess,” Jackson calls out from overhead.
I manage to get back on my feet and pure adrenaline takes over, the fear of being seen suddenly overtaken by the fear of being captured by him.
I run toward the large open doors and round the corner, grateful for the lack of people standing around that were there when I found this hiding place.
I can hear laughter off in the distance, and quickly pivot so that my path goes in the opposite direction.
I have no clue where the hell I am or where I’m going, but I have to find somewhere safe enough to cover myself up.
The smells of the carnival food are still strong enough that I can almost taste it.
I zig-zag through the empty carts and toward one of the kiddie rides. It’s five massive metal bears with a hole cut out for people to sit inside. There is a silver wheel in the middle to spin the bears as the ride follows a circular track.
I hurl myself into one of them that is facing the empty parking lot, ducking down to try and hide myself from anyone who may walk by.
I pull on my shirt, then my shorts. My bra must still be in the stable wherever Jackson threw it.
