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“Um, I think that was apparent from the other night. I’m not going to stroke your ego by saying it again.”

“Good,” I reply smoothly, leaning forward, my voice dipping lower. “I’m not interested in you strokingthat.”

Her cheeks darken, her eyes narrowing, but she doesn’t pull away.

“But let me stroke yours,” I murmur, closing the space between us. “I’m wildly, insanely attracted to you, Rae. I think you’re beautiful—I’ve told you that before, but I’ll keep telling you that every day because I like to. Ever since you rode my cock through my jeans like you couldn’t get close enough… ever since I cupped those gorgeous tits of yours while grinding against me, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about how tight your pussy would feel clenching around my fingers. The way that it'd smell, and feel wrapped around me.”

Her sharp intake of breath is audible, her chest rising and falling as the Ferris wheel cart sways slightly in the drizzle that’s started. Her lips part like she wants to protest, but no words come out. The tension in the air is thick enough to cut, and I seize the moment.

I slide off the bench and drop to my knees in front of her, my hands bracketing her knees. Her breathing stills, and she leans back instinctively, her eyes locked on mine.

The rain has picked up, soft and steady, dampening her hair so it clings to her flushed cheeks. It only makes her look more irresistible, more real. And that's why I've always been attracted to her. She has walls around her heart, but when they come down, she's the most beautiful woman I've ever met.

I rake a hand through my wet hair, pushing it back as I take her in. Enjoying the flush on her cheeks, the way her eyes can't look away as she wonders justwhat the hell it is that I'm going to do next...

Chapter 24: Cash

“We probably shouldn’t do this,” I murmur, my voice rough with need.?

“We absolutely shouldn’t,” she whispers, but her tone wavers, her resolve cracking right in front of me.

I smirk, my hands sliding up her thighs where I squeeze firmly. “I saidshouldn’t. Notwouldn’t. Now lift your hips for me, baby.”

Her hesitation lasts a beat, two at most, before she shifts, lifting her hips just enough to give me access to her waistband. My fingers deftly undo the button of her tight jeans, and with one smooth motion, I tug both her pants and panties down to her ankles. The damp from the mist fabric clings to her skin, but she doesn’t protest or stop me.

She’s bare, exposed, and so fucking perfect it takes my breath away. Her slick heat glistens in the dim light, and I can’t hold back the groan that escapes me.

“Fuck, you’ve got a pretty pussy,” I mutter, gripping her hips to tug her closer to the edge of the bench so that I can get a better look. The lights from the rides reflect off her smooth skin causing her to glow.

She braces herself with her hands against the back of the cart, her legs spreading just enough to let me settle between them. My fingers find her entrance, and I slide one inside, slow and deliberate, feeling her squeeze me, my gaze locked on the way her body takes me in.

Her sharp gasp only spurs me on. I pull them out almost completely, circling her entrance with teasing strokes before sliding back in, this time adding a second finger. Her head tilts back, lips parting as her breath picks up again, and I can’t help but smile.

“Feel good?” I murmur, my thumb brushing her swollen clit in slow, focused circles.

Her only response is a broken moan, her hips lifting to meet my touch, and fuck if it isn’t the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard.

“You feel so good,” I murmur, watching her.

I lower my head, bringing my mouth to her pussy, and lick a long, slow stripe over her slit, ending with a flick against her swollen clit.

“Cash,” she breathes, her voice trembling, legs shaking.

The cart sways slightly as I adjust my weight in the bucket, trying to get better access to her. My fingers thrust deeper, curling to hit just the right spot, and the way her pussy grips me is pure perfection—hot, slick, and greedy.

I suck her clit into my mouth, teasing it with my tongue until it hardens under my touch. Her thighs tremble as I lose myself in the way she tastes—sweet and intoxicating, better than I’d even imagined.

She moans softly, her breath stuttering with every thrust of my fingers and flick of my tongue. I could stay here forever,devouring her, savoring her, edging her on. Rae feels like heaven, and I’m a starving man finally getting my fill.

Yes, I’ve always enjoyed eating a woman’s pussy. It tastes good. It’s soft, it’s sexy to see them fall apart, getting an orgasm at the hands of my fingers and tongue. But there’s something even nicer about doing it with Rae.

Her hands move from my shoulders to my hair as she scratches her long nails over my head, massaging in a way that makes me feel like a cat curled up in the sun getting a damn good belly rub. My cock is painfully hard in my jeans as it strains to be contained by the denim and the rain’s picking up now, making for things even wetter between her legs and in the cart.

It’s a bit sloppier than I’d usually like to give, but it’s the best I can do in the cramped space with my tall frame, and when her fingers scrape right behind my ears again, I let out a deep hum against her clit, giving her some vibrations to work off.

That sets her off in a frenzy, her hips grinding against my face as if she can’t get enough. Her moans grow louder, raw and unrestrained, until I know her orgasm is coming. I feel the rhythmic pulse of her walls gripping my fingers, and I dive in harder, sucking and slurping without a care for the mess I’m making. She’s trembling beneath my touch, undone, sighing out my name as she comes. I feel the shake of her thighs; the squeeze of her pussy and it takes everything inside of me to not come in my denim.

I kiss her pussy through it, ease her through the wind down, and when I finally pull back, I look up to see her staring down at me. There’s a mixture of confusion and worry clouding her pretty features.

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