Crane, R [ Southern Watch 03] Corrupted Read Free

into her while he was rubbing her clitoris and had his lips on her nipple. She had a hand over her mouth, though, like she was trying to keep her heavy breathing from being heard by anyone. His tongue was occupied by her left nipple now, though, or he would have told her that nobody could hear them.
    He could feel her desire rising and wondered if she ever did this to herself. If not, he was just giving her all the gifts tonight, wasn’t he? Doubtful she’d appreciate it, though, after he was gone. He glanced up and saw her bite down on her own wrist as she nearly cried out, and he knew it was time.
    Mick let her breast fall out of his mouth and pulled away from her. He stared at her eyes, saw the reluctance, the Why’d you stop? He tugged her panties all the way down to her shorts and then wrapped his fingers around them as he pulled them down to her feet and worked them free of one of her white cloth shoes. He noticed the green grass stains on the shoe and smiled. She was helping him get them off and when he unfastened his pants and pushed them down to his ankles, she watched him the whole time with a hungry look.
    He walked on his knees up to between her legs, awkward as the metal stung his kneecaps with each movement. He ignored it, because who gave a fuck right now? Other than Mandy. She was about to give a fuck.
    Hopefully a hell of a fuck.
    He could see her wince a little when he pushed in the first time, even though he tried to be gentle. There was only so gentle you could be and still break through, though; at least, that was his experience. He was leaned down over her, his pelvis on hers, weight on his knees which were letting him know they weren’t all that happy about the metal bottom of the car they were resting on. He still didn’t care.
    He went slow at first. Felt her biting her lip because it probably still hurt. She was damned tight, tight and a little dry to start, but she got wetter as he went. By the time the wheel clicked down again to between ten and eleven o’clock, he could feel things starting to build. His dick was leaden, and when he thought it couldn’t swell anymore, it damned sure did, the pressure building. He was still a good ways off, though.
    Mick felt his eyes roll as he kept going. It was all through him now, the pleasure. How could this feel so damned good? He didn’t know, didn’t care, just wanted it. His head was rushing, too, both of them, but the one atop his neck was getting into the act. Any minute now, it was going to open up, going to—
    Here it went—
    Mick felt his mind expand as he ground his cock into Mandy. Before it was like he could just feel her, here in the box and car of the Ferris wheel, locked in between ten and eleven o’clock on the arc. His dick was calling out its pleasure, every nerve shouting its enjoyment of the sweet slide in and out that he was grinding out on her. He could feel his pubic hair matted and pushing against hers with every thrust, could feel his balls slap just below her pussy.
    But when his mind opened up, suddenly he wasn’t just living the pleasure in the car on the Ferris wheel.
    He was elsewhere, too.
    He could sense the girl in the car at twelve o’clock, twenty-two years old, sitting next to her boyfriend whose name was Mark. Hers was Caroline, and she had dark hair and small tits, and Mick could feel himself in her, too, like he was there. He could hear her moaning in his mind, her body slumped against the back of the seat with her boyfriend beside her. She smelled like peaches, tasted like cinnamon and sugar when his tongue met hers, and she wasn’t nearly so sweaty as Mandy. She’d fucked before, knew what it felt like, and she leaned into him as he put it into her. Her moans were stronger, her whole feel was stronger, and she was ignoring the boyfriend next to her in favor of the strange sensation of amazing pleasure sliding into her, blotting out everything else around her—
    It was the same in the car below, with a