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Sebastian presses a cum-coated finger to my lips and I open my mouth as he slips it inside. I swirl my tongue around, sucking the me from him. I watch his eyes gloss over with arousal as I pull his finger straight to the back of my throat. I suck hard, and slowly pull his finger from my mouth.

The Ferris wheel comes to a slow stop, leaving our cabin dangling at the very top. I gasp as we rock back and forth and Sebastian’s sinister grin tells me he’s got more rocking in store.

“Flip over,” he rasps, unbuckling his belt.

I do as I’m told. He grabs my hips and slides my shorts down my hips.

I’m gripping the edge of the Ferris wheel cabin as he slowly inches inside me. I bite down on my lip, feeling so full while he’s pressed so deep inside. He rocks his hips and I bite my arm to keep from crying out. The cabins around us are full of people and I don’t want to draw any attention to us.

Sebastian moves faster, pounding in and out. The cabin is rocking and I feel like we may fall out it rocks so hard. It feels so good, but I can’t concentrate because I’m slightly terrified I’m going to fall about fifty feet to my death.

“Hey! Stop rocking up there!” The attendant shouts and I hear Sebastian’s low growl as he empties himself inside me.

The cabin begins to slow down and the rocking ceases to a soft sway. I giggle and that pushes Sebastian out of me. He grins and buttons his pants while I pull my shorts back on. We’re close to the bottom now with only one or two people in front of us.

“Perfect timing,” I smile.

There’s an old couple one cabin below us that step off onto the platform and the lady presses her glasses up on her face while giving us a sneer of disapproval. I cackle so unceremoniously that Sebastian jumps, making me laugh harder.

The attendant opens the gate and gives us both a frown as we step off. Sebastian ignores him and dips his hand into my back pocket. We walk through the crowd and the sounds and smells of the carnival float through the air. My stomach growls angrily as the scent of corn dogs and burgers fill my nostrils.

“I need one of those!” I point to the biggest corn dog I’ve ever seen in my life.

Sebastian makes an abrupt left and gets in line at the food trailer serving them.

“Did you go to carnivals… before?”

I nod. “A few. We used to have a county fair, but I haven’t been since I was a little kid. I don’t remember much and I’m certain I never rode any rides, especially none like that.”

Sebastian’s stare darkens at the mention of our Ferris wheel experience and it turns me on even more. I don’t know why I cannot get enough of this man. I feel like a love-crazed teenager. No amount of him inside me will ever be enough. I always want more.

The old, overweight lady working the window shouts for the next person in line. Sebastian orders my corn dog and nachos with two lemonades. I smile as he wraps an arm around my waist to move us to the other window while we wait for our food. I can see everything through the glass windows of the trailer and watch as they dip the corn dog then drop it in the fryer while they pile cheese and chili on top of chips for Sebastian’s nachos.

My mouth waters at the sight of these delicious treats I can’t wait to put in my mouth. The same woman who took our order delivers it with an emotionless face. It makes me feel sorry for her that she doesn’t know how truly beautiful her life is, even working in a food trailer at a carnival. Some people forget to see the beauty in their mundane life because they’ve never known a life of captivity, agony, and a loneliness that words cannot even begin to describe.

“One corn dog special order for the prettiest girl in the world,” Sebastian says, presenting the corn dog like it’s a golden trophy. I take it happily and grab a few packets of mustard from the flimsy folding table that sits just outside the trailer with condiments and napkins.

“Thank you,” I sigh, squeezing a dollop of mustard on top of the corn dog before taking a bite. It’s by far the most delicious corn dog I’ve ever eaten.

“Mmm!” I moan, savoring the bite while we walk down the aisle of carnival games.

Sebastian gives me a side-eye but doesn’t say anything.

“Mister! A pretty prize for a pretty girl!” One of the carnies shouts, trying to entice Sebastian to play some game throwing darts at balloons. It seems a fairly simple concept, throw the dart, hit the balloon, reveal a prize. Doesn’t seem like there’s anything really in it for the owner of the game.

Sebastian shakes his head. “No thanks, man.”

We keep walking only to be continuously hounded by every attendant of every single game and with each person’s asking I feel like Sebastian is getting more agitated, but he only continues to say, “no thank you,” politely while we eat our nachos and corn dog.

“So where did you grow up?” I ask, shoving the last bite of corn dog in my mouth.

“A little shit-hole town in rural Kentucky.”

“Do you have family there?” I ask, realizing I’ve never asked a whole lot of personal questions in our time together. He mostly just protects me, takes care of me, and focuses on me all the time.

He shakes his head no. “I grew up in the system. None of my foster families ever felt like family. They mostly had me there for a paycheck. Don’t get me wrong, it could have been much worse. The ones I ended up at were always decent. I didn’t go through some of the shit that most foster kids go through, so I’m grateful, but the only family I really have is the club.”

“I’m sorry, Bash. I may have been taken from my family, but they were my family. We did everything together growing up. I think I miss my little brother the most. We were really close.”

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