Crane, R [ Southern Watch 03] Corrupted Read Free Page A

woman married twenty years to the same man. Her name was Gail, and Mick could feel her too, feel her at the same time he could feel Mandy and Caroline. She had an older-lady perfume, but he didn’t care. She was ready as he entered her, throwing her head back and moaning as he did it, her eyes glazing over as he kissed her neck the way he did with Mandy. Her husband was next to her, said something to her, but she didn’t even hear it because she was completely wrapped up in Mick and what he was doing to her.
    Mick could feel his mind expand away from the Ferris wheel, covering the ground around him. He was with all those women at once, every one of them, and it felt SO. AMAZING. Like it had with Mandy by herself but times a hundred, then two hundred as more and more of them found their way into his path. He could feel his brain expanding like a balloon getting blown up and more and more women feeling him inside. Too many to name, even though he tried. Jillian, Cathy, Michelle, Patty—old, young, who gave a shit? It felt so damned good.
    So.
    Damned.
    Good.
    The Ferris wheel started to move again as Caroline above them moaned so loud Mick could hear it with his waking ears down below. He wondered if Mandy noticed, but he didn’t care as his mind expanded again to the town around them. He could feel them all, all the women who’d had any awakening, who’d felt this kind of passion, he could feel every last one of them, and he was inside them, could smell the perfumes and the sweat and the night air and taste their skin and tongues and salty sweetness as he moved toward that explosive climax—
    When he came, he didn’t pull out, not at all, just felt himself jerk in Mandy and keep going until it was done. He could feel the cum shoot out, squirting like he’d had his balls in a tight grip and then someone had loosened it. His body went slack, and he lay his head down on the girl’s shoulder, sweaty hair against the sheen of perspiration.
    The world shrunk around him, and he said goodbye to all the women he’d just loosed himself in. His breathing was heavy, and he was still in her, still in—what was her name? Mandy—and he didn’t want to move even though his knees hurt like fucking hell.
    His crotch was sticky and damp, pubic hair matted down where it touched hers. He felt the soft cloth of her t-shirt against his chin and wished he’d been able to take it off so he could rest his cheek on her soft, pale shoulder where the sun hadn’t tanned her skin. But they were clicking into the nine o’clock position now and he only had a couple minutes before they were down and Richie was opening the door to let them out.
    It kind of tickled and kind of hurt when he pulled out, that sticky, dried out feeling like his dick had gotten glued into her. She cringed when he did it and he saw the hint of blood tingeing the swollen, red-purple skin around the head of his cock. “Damn that was good,” he whispered. She didn’t answer. He had a feeling she didn’t feel the same.
    He got up on his knees and pulled his underpants up first, felt his dick stick to the cloth, still hard. He’d still be hard when he got off the Ferris wheel, there was no avoiding that. Walking around with a big old hard-on was embarrassing, but he had no concern about it. There was this dim sense of relief over him now, like all his cares had just gotten washed away—or more likely, gotten shot out at the end of their little tryst.
    Mick fastened his pants and put his ass up on the seat. He didn’t spare a glance to Mandy, who was still lying flat on her back, watching him, with her jean shorts and white cover-all underwear hanging off of one foot, bra pushed down and her shirt up to expose small, pale breasts. “Ride’s gonna end soon,” Mick said matter-of-factly. “Might want to get dressed.” He let out a long, heavy breath and felt all the tension bleed out of him.
    “Okay.” Her voice was small, and she extended a hand toward him so he