Page 21 of Trick or Treat: The Rebirth
With one last thrust, I joined her in euphoria, feeling the intoxicating rush of culminated desire. I could feel Hunter too, following close behind, his shouts of ecstasy mixing with the cadenced breath of the intense moment.
He holds her head in place and violently thrusts his hips upward, shoving his cock down her throat until tears spill from her hazy eyes. She digs her nails into the skin on Hunter’s upper thighs, making him hiss from the slight burning pain. I grin, feeling hot and more than ready to come from just watching them.
"Feel that, little sinner?" I ask in a deep, throaty whisper, dragging my fingers down her back with my other still wrapped around her throat where I like it. "That's my cum filling your tight cunt," I grunt through spasms that rock my body as my climax erupts into fireworks throughout my body.
Scarlett shivers as warm liquid pours into her, Hunter’s cock still shoved in her mouth, blocking her airway. But she nods, humming around him while sliding up and down on my cock with force and desperation, her cunt squeezing me like a vice.
As we came, the sound of our hearts thumped in tandem, crashing to the beat of the thrilling moment. We collapsed back into the seat, breathless and spent, our laughter mingling with the whispers in the wind around us.
Any soon-forgotten shadows of fear or repercussions were washed away by the thrill of the heights we had climbed, together in passion. And as I pulled Scarlett to my chest, I found myself fully and irrevocably lost—enveloped in the rapture of the girl who turned my world upside down and the night that ignited every dark corner of my being.
The sensation of our breaths mixing with the cool night air was intoxicating. We were wild and free, suspended high above the ground and wrapped up in a whirlwind of emotion and euphoria. As the world slowly came back into focus, I let the tantalizing weight of silence settle around us, ignited by the aftershocks of what we had just done, and not just fucking on the abandoned ferris wheel.
Scarlett's heart raced against my chest, and I pulled her closer, savoring the warmth of her body against mine. Her soft hair brushed against my skin, and I couldn’t help but smile at her as she licked the rest of Hunter’s cum from around her lips, a mix of mischievousness and fulfillment dancing in my gaze. She looked up with a dazed smile, that beautiful warmth in her brown eyes radiating like molten gold.
“Did we really just do that?” she asked breathlessly, glancing down at Hunter, who still sat nearby, recovering from the head Scarlett gave him. "Fucked in a hunted amusement park?"
“Yeah, we did,” I replied, my voice still thick with exhilaration. “And I can’t say I regret it," I laughed, brushing my sweaty hair out of my face.
Hunter let out a low chuckle, a satisfied smirk curling on his lips as he wiped the remnants of Scarlett's saliva from his chin. “Not bad for a night at the fair, huh?” He pulls out a cigarette,offering both Scarlett and I one, and to my surprise she takes it and lights it before either Hunter or I can.
“You’d be surprised how often the unexpected happens when you’re with the right people,” I said, leaning back in the seat, feeling the tension of the previous moments slowly dissipating. “Might have to make this a regular thing.”
Her laughter rang out again, infectious and thrilling, as she settled comfortably between Hunter and me, resting her head on my shoulder and her feet in his lap. “Hey, I’m all for adventures.”
The ride creaked beneath us, swaying gently as we all caught our breath, the adrenaline hanging in the air. I could feel Hunter’s gaze on us, but it was no longer filled with jealousy—only a mix of want and need.
“So, what’s next?” Hunter asked, stretching out leisurely like a cat before something else caught his eye.
“Let’s get off this hunk of rusting metal before it fucking collapses,” I suggested with a chuckle. “We made memories up here, but I’m not keen on becoming part of the ghost stories for the next group of kids.”
Scarlett tilted her head. “You mean we’re not going to hang out here all night?”
“Tempting as that sounds, I think we can find somewhere else to hang out."
Hunter grinned, his competitive nature surfacing again. “Why don't we head back to the church and see what kind of trouble we can get into there, but we need to find Michael and Jax first."
“Challenge accepted,” she said breathlessly, her competitive spirit igniting like Hunter’s as she pushed herself off my lap and stood up.
I grinned as I followed her and Hunter. We carefully climbed down, rusted metal digging into our palms, the thrill still buzzing in our veins as we landed back on solid ground, in a hurry to find Jax and Michael so we could get back to the churchbefore weird shit started happening around us. This place was supposedly haunted, but it didn't seem like it to me. My fucking thoughts are more disturbing than this place, and that's saying something.
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el cinturón
(the belt)
Michael
Joder, la deseo. La deseo por completo. Hay algo en cómo me hace sentir, como si fuera el único, pero no lo soy. Daría mi vida por ella, mierda, quemaría el mundo por ella sin pensarlo dos veces.
Scarlett sits across from me, completely unaware of the rage of emotions swirling within me and the mischievous thoughts racing through my mind simultaneously. It’s one of those rare days when we aren’t in a therapy session; instead, we’re sprawled on the grass behind the church, watching her pet snakes coil into a comfortable position between us, basking inthe warm sun for a change instead of the rain. Her eyes are glued to the snakes, a twisted grin beginning to form on her glossy lips.
“Are you afraid of snakes, Michael?” she asks in a softly seductive tone that sends a thrill straight to my cock, making me feel an intense twitch against my thigh.
“Not afraid, just not exactly a fan,” I confess, my curiosity piqued about where her beautifully twisted mind is wandering.
She smiles, her gaze piercing through me, though she remains unaware. I can tell that something is weighing heavily on her mind, but I’ve never been one to force anyone into telling their feelings. For one, I wouldn’t know how to handle that shit, and secondly, I’m not a fan of discussing my own fucking feelings, so I’d have zero advice to offer. So we sit here in silence and listen to the colorful leaves rustle in the wind, watching the snakes while occasionally stealing glances at each other, a mutual spark of desire igniting in our eyes.
