Page 78 of Fairground

“You want to know what you need to say to get me to fuck you fast and hard?” he asks, his voice velvet and gravel all at once.

“Yes,” I moan, my head dropping as his tongue flattens against my slit. He licks me slowly, from my opening to my ass, where he flicks over it with just enough pressure to make me cry out and clench.

“What do I need to say, Cash?” I plead, my voice shaking as his hands tighten on my thighs, steadying me.

“Tell me you’re mine,” he whispers against me. “And tell me you want everyone out there to know it. I've never felt like this before. I’ve never felt this way about anyone before, Rae.”

His tongue dips back inside me, dragging painfully slow before swirling and sucking his way up my slit. When he reaches my clit, he flicks it once—sharp, deliberate, and maddening. My whole body jerks in response, and I’m squirming now—pissed, horny, flustered, and frustrated.

Because damn him, he’s right.

He’s been right since practically the moment I arrived in this town, but admitting that I'm his? It feels like I'd be baring a part of my soul. It feels so vulnerable. Does he mean what he’s saying or is this still all a game to him?

“No,” I whisper.

He doesn’t stop, though. His fingers reach up, brushing along my pussy again before his thumb flicks against my clit—taunting, teasing, infuriating.

“Fuck you for teasing me,” I groan, but the words barely leave my mouth before his two fingers plunge inside me without warning eliciting a loud gasp. He pumps them in deep, swirling them with just enough pressure to make my back arch as a squeal of pleasure escapes my lips.

“Nah,” he smirks, his voice low and smug. “I don’t think I’ll do that.”

“Cash!” I gasp, louder than I mean to, my head snapping in the direction of the crowd that’s just beyond the pumpkin float.

His hand clamps over my mouth, silencing me instantly. His other hand keeps working between my legs, relentless and unapologetic.

“Careful now,” he warns, leaning in close. “The crowd isn’t that far away and these pumpkin walls you and Lawson built don’t look sturdy. You want a small town scandal, sweetheart? Shouting my name while I’m about to be balls deep inside you in this pumpkin is how you get one.”

I nip at his palm, trying to get him to move his hand, but he only grins.

“Give me those teeth somewhere useful, Rae. On my cock, perhaps?”

I don’t hesitate. As soon as his hand drops, he moves up to my head, kneeling until his cock is hovering over my face. Like the good girl I am—okay, maybe not that good. I've never been a fan of that phrase but here I am, being a goodwoman—I do exactly as he says because I want this so badly, I can’t think straight.

My fingers trail up his shaft before I rip the condom that he just put on clean off his dick.

“Really?” he asks, eyebrows lifting, the corner of his lip twitching upward.

I just smirk. “What? I’m not giving head with that in the way. I don’t like how plastic tastes.”

He doesn’t argue, just laughs quietly. His cock twitches in my grip as my tongue darts out, tracing up the seam of him before tapping lightly against the tip. Then I seal my mouth around his head, sucking hard and slow. My teeth graze his length—just enough to make him hiss—and the sound shoots straight through me.

His fingers thread through my hair, tightening just slightly. “Damn, you’ve got a wicked mouth.”

I smile around him, my hands sliding down to cradle his balls, brushing my fingers over the soft skin there.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, voice tight. “Now, take me all the way down your throat.”

I open wider, letting him thrust forward until he’s so deep I can’t do anything but choke. Tears sting the corners of my eyes, but I don’t pull back. Instead, I swallow hard, my throat tightening around him the best I can, my breathing labored. He groans like it's ruining him, the sound low and guttural.

“Fuck,” he growls, his hips twitching as he pulls back. “This mouth is a dream. Breathe out of your nose, baby, I don’t want you passing out on me.”

I reach for his shaft again, pumping him slowly in my fist, but he loosens my grip and pulls away entirely.

“Stop playing with me, Cash,” I bite out, panting now, my frustration building to a dangerous level. “We don’t have that much time.”

“I know.” He moves behind me again, his cock pressing against my opening, teasing me with two slow swipes. “But now I'm all out of condoms,” he says on a sigh.

“I don’t care.” The words tumble out of my mouth so fast I barely register them. He stills behind me, his cock hovering just at my entrance, as he waits for me to say more.

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