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“You’re my dirty little slut, princess. This isn't over yet. You just happen to be lucky that it’s also your reward.”
I move my hand to the back of her head again, gathering her hair and pushing her face down to my cock. She immediately opens her mouth, letting me glide over her tongue.
“Good girl. I knew you had it in you.”
I groan from the feeling of her around me. She returns her hand to the base of my cock, squeezing firmly. Her teeth graze against me, and my head falls back as I moan. I push down on her head while moving my hips upward.
Fucking hell, it doesn’t get much better than this.
She’s getting into it now, bobbing up and down in time with her hand. We’re almost to the top of the Ferris wheel, and I look out over the rest of the carnival. I wouldn’t have met her if I didn’t work here. What would I be doing instead? Stomping around, miserable as fuck, wishing for cold showers? I don’t believe in fate, but this has gotta be close.
She hums, which brings me out of my thoughts. Her other hand moves to my balls, massaging them, and that heat deep in my stomach is getting more intense.
“Fuck, Blair. You’re doing so well,” I moan, which eggs her on. She increases the pace, and this has to be one of the best blowjobs I’ve ever gotten. “I’m about to—”
She deep throats me and gags before she quickly learns to relax and breathe through her nose. She moves her head back and forth, moaning. The vibrations have me shooting down her throat. I’m seeing fucking stars.
What the hell was that?
Blair licks her way up my cock, then sits back on her heels, sucking her bottom lip into her mouth. Once I gather myself, I lean forward, pressing my lips against hers.
“My perfect little slut,” I tell her. Her eyes gleam as she grins. I kiss her again before licking up the tears still running down her cheeks.
We’re only a couple baskets away from the ground, so I tuck myself back in my jeans and hop out, turning the key to OFF. I return to our basket and help her climb out, brushing her hair behind her ear. She looks up at me, mischief twinkling in her eyes. I hold her face and run my thumb along her lips.
“Tell me about the worst thing that’s ever happened to you.”
CHAPTER TEN
blair
“Besides tonight?”
Jackson narrows his eyes and takes a warning step toward me. “Blair.”
What the fuck is going on? Now he wants to talk?
“I’m sorry, but you have to give me some grace here Jackson. A few minutes ago you were saying horrible things to me and treating me like some cheap whore, now you’re casually trying to get to know me?”
He shifts. “I’m failing to see your point. Are you not a cheap whore?”
My jaw drops open, not one bit of this making a lick of sense.
“Close your mouth, B. And stop looking at me like I’m speaking a different language.”
“A different language might make more sense. Your multiple personalities are giving me whiplash!” I throw my hands up and lean against the cold metal railing.
One side of Jackson’s mouth turns upward into a boyish grin. “Is that so?”
“Yes, yes it is. I know absolutely nothing about you, other than your penchant for turning schoolyard games into something deeply disturbing. One second you’re making me experience more pleasure than I could have ever imagined, and in the next you’re making me question every single fucking thing about myself.” I cross my arms and let out a deep sigh. “A few hours ago I was Blair, a girl who never took risks and had only ever given my body to one person. A person I’d dated for years. And now I’m running through a dirty carnival being chased by a man who wants to punish me, and liking it. You’re reading me like a book and instead of using that to—I don’t know—be nice to me, you’re breaking me down.”
My mind races as I start to really think about what has happened tonight and what I’ve done. My mouth goes dry and a tightness fills my chest, the world around me suddenly feeling like it’s running out of air.
“So let’s get to know one another,” Jackson says in a soft voice, taking a step toward me. “You answer my questions and I’ll answer yours.”
I look up at him through my lashes, his closeness bringing a strange sense of comfort that I can’t explain.
“A game within a game,” Jackson laughs, the first time I think I’ve heard a real laugh come from him. “Like Saw.”
