Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 37885 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 152(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37885 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 152(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
The old Mina would be terrified right now.
Actually, no she wouldn’t. Because she would never have allowed herself to be locked into this car in the first place.
“River deep, mountain hiiiiiiigh,” she sings, and I chuckle to myself as the wheel clunks to a stop with us right at the top. “Ooo, we’ve stopped. Is that normal?”
“I’m sure they know what they’re doing, lil’ mint.”
She nods thoughtfully. “Up here, we can see the whole carnival. But nobody can really see us, Daddy.”
I trail a finger along the inside of her thigh. “I was just thinking the same thing, baby. Nobody would even know what we were doing in here.”
She bites into her bottom lip as she glances my way, a few spots of rain being flung into our faces by the wind. “Nobody would know.”
“It’s a naughty thought, baby. What am I going to do with you?”
“I can think of a few things, Daddy…”
She meets my eyes with such intensity, I can’t look away. Even as my fingers slide further up her legs, the rain starting to come down hard, all I do is watch her eyes. I see her lips part in a little “o” as I reach her panties, pulling them aside, pressing a finger into her sweet warmth.
“Yes, Daddy,” she whispers, her hand going to mine, pressing hard, pulling me onto her. “Like that.”
“You’re going to have to pay for this, lil’ mint.”
“Any price, Daddy. It’s worth it.”
I chuckle as lightning flashes, the thunder drowning out her cry as my fingers slip inside her, pulling at her, her hips writhing. Rain slaps against my face, and I wonder distantly what’s taking the ride so long to move again. Surely we’re not supposed to be left up here in a thunderstorm?
The danger is only a distant concern right now, even as a little ball of fury wells up inside me. Somebody will pay if she gets hurt.
“Yes, Daddy. Harder.” Her words come in pants as she rocks against me, apparently unaware of the storm beginning to rage. “Punish me.”
I move a hand to the back of her neck, pulling her closer in to me, keeping her out of the rain. But to my surprise she takes it as a hint, her mouth opening, fingers going to my zipper. Before I know it, she has my meat in her hand, her face lowering, lips spreading over the head of my cock even as my own fingers dance in her cunt.
She moans as I thrust into her, sheltering her from the rain and wind. Thunder crashes as she releases all over my hand, and my cock throbs in her mouth, releasing precum that she drinks with a little mewl of pleasure.
As the car starts moving again, I pull her off me, stuffing myself back inside my pants and covering her up, not wanting anyone else to see what’s mine and mine alone.
By the time we’re down, I’m furious. The guy pulls the bar up off our laps, and I’m already out, pushing him back as I pull Mina with me. “You left us up there in the rain, you fuck.”
“The machine had a technical problem, sir.” He sounds polite, but he’s laughing as he says it. “It had to be—”
“Technical problem, my ass.”
He grins, his face red. “Your girlfriend looks a little flush there, pal. And wet.”
That does it, I push him back and he stumbles off the platform, landing on the grass. “You don’t look at her, unless you have a death wish.”
“What’s the matter, get scared up there on your own, did you? Need someone to hold your hand?” He sneers, glancing over at Mina. “You need a man to look after you, sweetheart, you just let me know.”
“Motherfucker.” My fist connects with his nose before I even know what I’m doing, and I launch myself onto him as he falls back.
There are a few cheers from people nearby, but I’m not doing this for entertainment.
“You fucking apologize, right now, you little shit,” I say as I draw my fist back, ready for another punch. His eye is already swelling from the first one, but if I have to I’ll make him regret what he said.
He grits his teeth, staring into my eyes, but doesn’t say a word.
Before I can throw another punch, an older guy comes running up, his hands up, fingers outstretched. “Hey, what’s going on here? Jimmy?”
The guy on the ground, Jimmy I assume, turns his head. “This gentleman didn’t like being stuck in the rain at the top of the wheel.”
“That’s what this is about?” The old guy frowns, but I shake my head.
“Not just that. He thinks he can talk shit about my girlfriend. He needs to learn some manners.”
The old guy huffs. “You’re not the first person to say that. Jimmy, apologize, right now. Or I’ll fuckin’ help him beat the crap out of you.”