Page 33 of Psycho

I didn’t have to worry about hiding my growing belly like I had been doing either. My wrap skirt was A-line, and it camouflaged it enough that random strangers wouldn’t care if they could tell I was pregnant or not.

Even though we were only about twenty minutes away from Hartington, I didn’t worry about running into Dane and Peyton while we were out; they had some weird hate for all things to do with fall festivals. One time I asked Peyton to go check out a corn maze in the town next to theirs, and I thought she’d have a stroke as she sputtered her way through a hard refusal.

They were such kill joys.

“You’re evil.” Maddox growled, running his thumb over my bottom lip, gathering up some of the sugar and sucking it off in his own mouth.

“I know.” With a smile, I offered him a piece, and he took it with a nibble on my fingers as an extra touch. “I’m happy,” shrugging and taking another bite, “I have you all to myself, spooky season fun all around, and yummy carnival food to enjoy. What more could a girl like me want?”

“What are we doing next?” He asked, looking around the carnival. We walked through the haunted house, checked out the pumpkin smashing, I tried but failed to convince him to get his face painted like a zombie, and now we were stuffing our faces. The carnival was closing in a bit, and most of the other guests had started leaving, but I wasn’t ready to end our first date.

“How about a haunted carousel ride?” I nodded to the alluring modified kids’ ride in the carnival’s corner.

My pregnancy limited my amusement park options, but the gentle rocking of the carousel was safe and enjoyable. Despite its spooky and dark theme, instead of a cheery and happy one, it was still safe. Instead of normal horses or carriages, there were zombie horses with pieces of flesh missing from their bodies and headless horsemen holding the reins of the carriages. There were no bright pastel colors to be found, instead everything was dark, and a fog machine covered most of the ride, leaving the riders to disappear into it with each revolution.

It was fucking beautiful. I lived for a tragic beauty over a traditional one.

Maddox didn’t respond immediately, but he watched the ride go around a few times and then looked back over at me. I knew instantly he was thinking something sexual, but I didn’t know what, as a mischievous glint glowed in his eye. “I think that sounds perfect.”

He tossed the empty container from our snack into the trash and leaned forward to kiss me, but lowered his lips to a spot next to them, sucking some of the remaining sugar from my skin seductively, and I melted into him.

Other people be damned, they could watch. I didn’t care.

Without another word, he took my hand and pulled me toward the carousel. When we got to the gate, the ride was just starting, so we waited along the fence as it spun around with its eerie piano playing loudly.

There was no one else waiting and the teenager running the ride had his nose buried in his phone as the ride went around, not looking up one time.

Maddox caged me into the metal fence, pressing his body against my back and his fingers pulled my hair over my shoulder so his lips had access to the skin of my neck. “Tell me something,Storm.” He murmured against my flesh as I leaned back into him. “Have you ever been fucked on a carousel before?”

My blood warmed instantly, pooling in my belly as his hand anchored into my hip, holding me still as he pressed his hard dick against my back. Words failed me as I imagined taking him in public on a ride decorated with flesh-eating zombies, so I shook my head.

“Well, you’re going to.” He bit my ear and then his fingers skimmed up the back of my thigh to the hem of my skirt. “I’ve thought of nothing else all night but how to get up this skirt. And I can’t wait any longer.”

“Mmh,” I turned and spoke against his lips, “It’s about damn time.”

His answering growl faded as the ride danced around in front of us while his fingers slid up and met the swell of my ass cheek. The fishnet stockings I wore had large gaps in the fabric over the thickness of my ass and his fingers easily pushed through them and directly between my cheeks. “Storm.” He hissed when his fingers found my wetness without panties in the way. “You were planning on being dirty tonight, weren’t you?”

“Make note right now,” I bit his bottom lip. “I’m always planning to be dirty around you. I’m kind of addicted.”

The ride came to a stop, the teenager barely glanced up from his phone as a few stragglers got off and when it was our turn to get on, there was no one else in line. “Hey,” Maddox called to the teen as he held his hand out to him. I could just make out the faint corner of a folded-up bill between his fingers as the kid eagerly shook it. “Give us a few extra turns?”

“Yeah,” The kid opened the hundred-dollar bill and then shoved it in his pocket. “I gotta take a piss anyway, man.”

I hid my laugh behind my hand as Maddox ushered me onto the ride as the kid closed the gate behind us, flipping the closed sign over. He hit a button on the ride and it slowly startedturning as we walked toward a zombie horse drawn carriage. The carriage was a deep cut out kind of thing that would be perfect for hiding away from any chance of prying eyes.

“Nope.” Maddox wrapped his hands around my waist and pulled me with him to the horses in front of the carriage. “You’re going riding, Storm. Side saddle.”

“What—?” I stammered and then yelped when he lifted me up onto the inside horse. I was in a weird position with both of my legs over the outside of the horse and my ass hanging precariously over the edge of the seat. “What are you smoking, Psycho?”

The horse went up and down like a normal carousel horse but as Maddox pressed his chest to my back as I went up and down; I started putting the pieces together.

“Back that ass up.” He pulled my skirt free, and his fingers instantly found my wetness as I scooted back onto them. “Good girl.”

“Fuck.” I moaned, watching over my shoulder as I clung to the pole for support as he pulled his cock free from his jeans. “There’s no way.”

“Be my good little Storm and take my cock. Let the ride move you up and down on it. Just stay still and take it.”

He was so tall that he had to do almost no adjusting as he lined up under me and with the next down glide of the horse, his cock slid up into me like it was meant to be used for the act all along. “Jesus, Maddox.” I moaned, leaning into him further.

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