Chapter 15
Gabriel
Her big, beautiful eyes widen when the carriage swings again. We’re nearly to the top now and the wind has picked up. We’ll have the perfect view of the fireworks from the top, not that she’ll be paying any attention to them.
“Gabriel, we’re making the thing move.” Her fingers dig into my shoulders as I move her legs so she can straddle me easier.
“Do you trust me, Savvy?” I glide my hands up her thighs, over her ass, cupping her cheeks.
Another vision that kept me from my work today, was having her ass cheeks spread wide while her asshole sucked my cock inside. But seeing as she only lost her virginity last night, I’ll give her another day or two before I approach the subject.
She licks at her lips, swollen from having them so tight around my cock only seconds ago.
“Do you trust me to keep you safe tonight?” I amend the question slightly. I’ve read her foster care file. Demanding blanket trust won’t work for her. Too many people have let her down.
I won’t be one of them, but she’s going to need proof of that before she will accept it.
Her chest heaves, either from the anxiety of the swinging gondola she’s locked in, or from having my dick mere inches from filling her pussy.
“I do.” She nods.
I reach next to me for the box to find it’s slid away with all the movement of the ride. Wrapping my arm around her waist to steady her against me, I lean over to grab it. The carriage sways and she squeals softly, holding onto me tightly.
Once we’re upright again, I untangle my arm from around her and open the box. She has to lean back to see what’s inside.
“Is that a butt plug?”
I will never tire of the way she just blurts out what she’s thinking. It’s the most honest and real thing about her.
“It’s the smallest one they make.” I pull the silver plug from the foam insert of the package. It’s short and thin with a wide base. Perfect for playtime without the goal of fucking her ass.
At least not tonight.
“You’re not putting that thing in my ass.” She makes her decree but loses all of her prowess when a gust of wind sends the carriage swaying and she grabs for my shoulders again.
“I’ll put it in your ass, or your cunt, or your mouth if I want to.” I squeeze her asscheek. “Do you know why?”
Her nostrils flare. I love it when she’s torn between being good or saying something that will get her ass smacked.
“Why?” The cautious side won this time, but I have no doubt she’ll give me plenty of reasons to give her a red ass before the night is over.
Tugging on the neckline, I pull her into me.
“Because you’re mine.” I bring the plug to her mouth. “Now open up.”
Her cheeks flush and her pupils expand more. She brings her gaze to the plug. A moment goes by, but then she parts her lips for me.
“Good girl.” I slide it into her mouth. “Close.”
She sets a heated glare on me, but she obeys, wrapping her mouth around the toy just before the wide base.
I lean back against the bench, taking in her beauty. Her hair hangs loose down her back in thick waves. The deep scoop of the dress’s neckline shows off the gentle swell of her breasts. Her cheeks suck in while she’s doing her best to keep the plug between her lips.
“You’re gorgeous,” I say, swiping my fingertips across her jawline, then down to her shoulders, crossing over her collarbone.
Her gaze flickers away, but I grab hold of her dress and twist it into my fist. “No, you don’t get to hide from a compliment. Look at me while I tell you how fucking hot you are right now.”
Her thighs tighten around mine, and everything in her soul is probably telling her to ignore me, to put her mind somewhere safe where she can protect herself from words and feelings.
But I’m not playing that game.
When she finally swings her attention back to me, I move my hands down to her thighs, sliding up beneath the dress. It’s the flimsiest material I’ve ever touched. She must have been freezing on the pier.
Stubborn, stubborn woman.
I move my hand between our bodies, finding her panties soaked through.
“Someone likes being my obedient good girl, doesn’t she?” I hook my middle finger into the elastic and push the panties to the side. Then I stuff my finger into her pussy, moaning right along with her at the tight heat.
Fisting my shaft again, I squeeze to take a little pressure off, then line up my cock with her pussy entrance.
“Sit, Savvy.” I order, pushing her dress higher so I won’t miss a second of my dick sinking into her perfect, sweet pussy.
Slowly, she lowers herself, pausing when my cock presses against her entrance.
“Go on, I want my cock shoved all the way in your pussy.”
Still she hesitates.
“I can’t reward you if you start disobeying me now, sweetheart. Sit on my cock.”
After a pinch to her hip, she starts gliding down again. Her body stretches around my thickness, inch by inch her body melds around my cock.
“Fuck, sweetheart.” I suck in a breath watching my cock disappear into her hot pussy.
The carriage pitches again, and she wraps her arms tight around my neck.
“Shh, it’s okay. Remember, I won’t let anything happen to you. It’s just the wind. We’re at the top now. We won’t be moving again for a while.” I grip her hips. “You will though, ride me.”
She moves her grip to my shoulders for more balance, then gradually starts to move.
“It will feel better in a second,” I assure her when she winces.
Slipping my hand between our bodies, I find her clit with my thumb. The second I touch her, she relaxes, and a sweet moan escapes her throat.
I keep up a steady rhythm, circle to the left then the right as she finds her own cadence. She leans into me, bringing her breasts to my mouth.
Through the material I bite down on her nipple, then suck it into my mouth. Lashing at the hardened nub, I soak her dress.
The carriage is swaying again, but it’s because of us, because she’s riding me harder and harder as I increase the pressure of my thumb on her clit. She doesn’t seem to notice. Her eyes are glazed over with arousal.
I’m not done yet.
With my free hand, I touch the base of the plug. “Open.”
With wide eyes, she pops open her mouth, and I catch the plug before it falls into my lap.
“I don’t—” I kiss her before she can say something to make me have to punish her instead of fucking her senseless.
“Relax, Savvy,” I say, bringing the plug to her ass and spreading her cheeks with both my hands. She’s frozen again, waiting for the worst to happen.
“You have to relax, or it’s going to hurt. It’s the smallest size they make, it won’t hurt unless you keep clenching.” I squeeze one ass cheek until she finally softens her muscles and the plug slides past the resistance and into place.
She stares down at me, shocked.
“It feels weird but doesn’t hurt.”
I arch a brow. “Just wait.”
I twist the base of the plug, turning on the vibration setting. Then promptly roll my eyes at the intense pleasure that radiates through her body straight into my cock.
Her fingers dig into my shoulders again, but this time not from fear, but need.
She bites down on her bottom lip and starts moving again. I pull down the neckline of her dress enough to expose her breast, and latch onto her nipple.
Flicking my tongue over her while she rides me harder and harder, and the vibrations from the plug dance between us. The carriage sways even more.
Neither of us seems to care.
I scrape my teeth over her breast, and her body clenches.
“Fuck, sweetheart, if you do that again, I’m going to fucking come.”
She flashes a mischievous grin, then clenches again.
I grab hold of her hips, squeezing tight.
“Keep it up, and I’ll use this sweet body of yours and keep you from coming.”
She moves her hands to my face, then kisses me. It’s full of passion and wanting, but there’s something more. Something warm underlying the kiss.
I buck from the bench while she moves again. As one, we move, fucking and kissing, and biting, and touching. Her hands run over my chest, beneath my shirt, over my shoulders. It’s like she’s found new territory and wants to explore.
She buries her head into my neck, panting and moaning as we both chase down the heavens.
“You’re so close, aren’t you sweet girl?”
“Yes.” She breathes. “Yes, sir.” She amends when I pinch her hip.
“Good girl,” I whisper.
Her body tightens around me.
“Such a good girl.” I twist the vibration plate up to the highest level, and she groans. “My good girl.”
She lines up our gazes, her lips puffy from our kissing and all the biting she’s been doing.
“I’m a good girl,” she groans as her orgasm hits.
Her scream of pleasure is drowned out by the first crack of the fireworks. As the first wave of my release starts, I realize I’m not wearing a condom. Again. There’s a real chance I could get her pregnant.
The vision of her standing in our bedroom with her belly swollen with my child hits me, and I dive straight into the abyss of pleasure with Savvy.
Blasts of red and blue and gold flash through the carriage as my orgasm tears through me.
The fireworks continue when she collapses into my chest, and I wrap my arms around her, holding her to me. Not as my plaything, or a random woman I picked up to fuck for the night, but as a cherished piece of myself.
I run my fingers down her back. Debt or no debt. I’m never letting this woman go.