Page 86 of Bound By Temptation

The two little girls and one boy’s faces lit up with excitement.

“Mom, we tried forever to get one of those!” the little boy yelled out.

“He’s right. I spent fifty bucks so all three of them could try. It didn’t end up working out. Are you sure?”

“Absolutely.”

I reached out my hand, and each child came up and grabbed one.

“What do you say!” the mom scolded.

“Thank you.”

“Thank you.”

“Thank you,” were all said at the same time.

“You’re very welcome.”

“I appreciate this. They were so upset when they didn’t get one. This made their day.”

“Glad to help,” Indie said as I lifted my chin, and we turned to walk away.

Indie wrapped herself around my arm, holding me tight. Her head even brushed my shoulder a few times. Fucking loved that shit.

“I say we both won on that one. We’ll have to have a rematch,” Indie told me as we made our way around the park.

It felt fucking awesome she was talking about a second time. She was there with me. Fuck yes.

We made our way over to the fun houses. There were three of them, each with a different theme. “Let’s do that one.” I pointed to the optical illusion house.

“Oh, I like that one. I wonder if they’ve changed it,” she said, excited as we made our way over.

I reached in and handed the man our tickets then a fifty. “Twenty minutes. No one in.”

The man took the money and as we went it, he put the chain up with the closed sign.

“Why’d you do that?” Indie asked.

“Because I can’t go another fuckin’ second without bein’ inside of you.”

Indie took off running, but that was the thing with optical illusions. You could never tell what way was up or down. I caught her by the black and white spinning wheels that covered an entire wall. If you looked at them too long you’d get dizzy as fuck.

“Hands on the wall, Indie,” I ordered her as I pinched her nipple through her shirt, and she let out a low groan. She followed my direction.

My lips attacked her neck, kissing, sucking, biting, and licking. Every fucking inch of her skin there.

Her body moved in time with mine. Her ass grinded hard against my cock. Hand at her belly, I moved it down to unbutton her jeans and skated it under her panties. The silk of them felt soft on my skin.

Going through her curls, I wasted no time finding her clit and rubbing.

I didn’t know if the guy up front would follow my instruction or not, and no one saw Indie like this but me.

Her hand left the wall and clutched to my hand, and I stopped. “What’s wrong?”

“I can’t. Not in public. There could be cameras.”

It hit me then. She was right. We’d been down this road before.

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