Chapter 11 #5
He did it again, and the slow stroke of his fingers had my hips moving before I even realized I was doing it. I grabbed his wrist when he started fucking me with them harder because I was already too close to losing my damn mind.
I wrapped my hand around his dick as he pulled my panties farther aside.
Smoke’s hands went straight to my hips when I lifted myself over him, but I didn’t give him time to take over.
I lined him up and lowered myself onto him, and the second the head pushed inside me, both of our faces tightened.
I stopped halfway down with my mouth hanging open, and Smoke’s fingers dug into my hips as he stared at me with the same deep frown I knew was on my face.
“Goddamn,” he groaned, dropping his eyes between us as I slowly took the rest of him. When my ass finally settled against his thighs, Smoke leaned his head back against the seat and squeezed my hips.
His eyes stayed on my face as I rode him, and that made everything feel more intense than it already did. I kept one arm around his neck and the other hand braced against his shoulder while I fucked him slowly enough that the seat wouldn’t start swinging all over the damn place.
Smoke slapped my ass. “Aye, look at me.”
“I am looking at you.”
“Nah. Stop lookin’ everywhere else and just stay locked in wit’ me.”
“I hear you.” I knew what he meant. I had checked the ground twice already, worried about Mr. Leon, and everything else.
His arm locked around my waist, and he pulled me down harder onto him at the same time he drove his hips up. The force of it knocked a scream out of me before I could stop it, and Smoke immediately slapped his hand over my mouth.
“Keep yo’ ass quiet.”
“How when you’re fucking me like this?” I barely got the words out against his palm before he did it again.
Smoke’s face tightened, and whatever control he had left disappeared.
He started fucking up into me while I rode him, meeting every drop of my hips with a hard thrust that had his dick hitting deeper than it had before.
The Ferris wheel seat started rocking beneath us, metal creaking every time our bodies slammed together, but neither one of us slowed down.
“Fuucckkk,” I cried against his hand.
“Yeah.” Smoke dragged his hand from my mouth and grabbed the back of my neck instead. His other arm stayed locked around my waist, holding me exactly where he wanted me while he fucked me from underneath. “Wet this dick up, baby.”
I grabbed his shoulders and tried to keep riding him, but Smoke had taken over completely.
My ass slapped against his thighs while his hips drove up into me, and the wet sounds between us got louder the harder he fucked me.
I buried my face against his neck because there was no fucking way I could stay quiet with him hitting the same spot over and over.
Smoke grabbed a handful of my ass beneath my dress and spread me wider over him. “You my fuckin’ baby, Solace. This is my pussy no matter where you at . You hear me? I ain’t playin’ ‘bout yo’ ass this time.”
“Sherroddddd…”
“Tell me you understand.”
I couldn’t do much of anything except hold on to him while he fucked me hard enough to make the seat swing beneath us. Smoke’s arm tightened around my waist, and he drove up into me again, hitting the spot that had already been taking me apart.
“I’m cumming… I’m cumming…” My thighs clamped around his hips as the pressure snapped, and I came so hard my whole body locked on top of him.
“I said tell me you understand, baby,” he growled, slapping my ass.
“I understandddd!!! Fuuucckkk!!!!” I buried my face against his neck, but there was no keeping quiet anymore. My pussy clenched around his dick over and over while my legs shook, and Smoke groaned as he kept fucking up into me through every pulse instead of giving me a chance to come down.
“Yeah, cum on this dick,” he growled against my ear. “That’s my fuckin’ baby.”
I dug my nails into his shoulders as another hard contraction ripped through me. “Ohhhh… my Godddd!!!”
He caught the back of my neck and pulled my face up until I was looking at him. His own face was twisted with pleasure, but his hips never stopped. “You wanted this dick, right? Huh?
“Y-yes, babyyy… Sherrodddd!!!”
“Take that shit.”
My thighs were shaking, my pussy was soaking him. “Fuucckkk meeee…” I moaned against his neck.
Smoke’s grip tightened. “I am fuckin’ you, baby.”
“Harder.”
“Say that shit,” he grunted, with his teeth tugging on his bottom lip.
“Fuck me harder, babe,” I whimpered, eyes rolling back. “Make me… make me cum hard.”
Smoke drove into me so hard the seat rocked backward, and my stomach dropped with it.
I grabbed the safety bar with one hand and his shoulder with the other, but the fear that should have made me stop only made everything feel crazier.
Smoke looked over the side for half a second, saw how much the seat was moving, and looked right back at me. Neither one of us gave a fuck.
He caught my waist with both hands and fucked up into me harder while I bounced on his dick. I moaned and grabbed the back of his neck. “Nah. Keep them fuckin’ eyes on me.”
I forced myself to look at him while he kept fucking me, and that somehow made it worse. Smoke’s face was twisted up again, his breathing was heavy, and his hands were gripping my hips so hard I knew his fingerprints would probably still be there when I got on that plane Monday.
“I love you so fuckin much,” I cried.
Smoke drove into me again. “I fuckin’ love you too.”
“I’m not leavin’ you again.”
“Yo’ ass better not.”
“I’m notttt!”