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“C’mon, T, jus’ a lil’ bit further.”
“Zekeeee…” Tina groans, reaching up with her free hand to tug at his hand covering her eyes. “I already know we’re at the Wharf, why can’t I see where you’re taking me?”
“How in the hell didja figure tha’ out?” he huffs out, and she grins. He sounds like he’s pouting.
“There’s only one place that smells like seawater, stale throw-up, and rum-soaked popcorn, and that's Wonder Wharf.”
“Good point,” he concedes. “Don’ matter though, ‘cause we’re here!” His hand comes down and she blinks, smiling at him gratefully when he sets her glasses back on her face. She kisses him on the cheek, then turns to check out his big surprise.
“It’s…the ferris wheel?”
He grins at her, sending her heart fluttering. God, will he ever stop having this effect on her? She hopes not.
“Hell yeah, girl!” he enthuses, tugging her toward the operator. “Just you wait, T-Bird, I got somethin’ special in store for ya tonight.” He hands something to the carnie, too fast for her to tell what it was, and leads her up to the loading platform. The wheel slowly comes to a stop, an empty carriage waiting for them to get in. He gestures for her to go first, crowding behind her to open the little door.
“After you, darlin’,” he rumbles in her ear, sending shivers down her spine. He pulls her close when they’re seated, his arm over her shoulder. The ferris wheel rumbles back to life, the cart jerking forward to swing as they rise up over the wharf.
The wheel stops partway to the top, presumably to let someone off or on at the bottom. Zeke removes his arm from around her and she pouts at him.
“I was enjoying that cuddle,” she informs him.
“You’ll enjoy this too, baby, dontchu worry,” he replies. His grin is a familiar one, and she’s suddenly wary - this look on his face usually means she’s about to fucked silly. Except they’re on the Ferris wheel . In public . And not “public” like when they get carried away in his truck or in a restaurant bathroom, where there is no chance of anyone seeing them. This is public public. Other people in the cars around them, milling down on the wharf.
There’s no way that’s his plan.
“Take off yer panties. Now,” he commands, holding out his hand.
Okay, maybe that is his plan…
She chews her bottom lip, eyeing him.
“You got until we start movin’ again, T, else I ain’t lettin’ you cum until it’s not yer birthday anymore.”
She gasps, lifting her hips and reaching under her skirt to shimmy her underwear off. She puts it in his waiting hand, flushing when he feels how wet they are and chuckles.
The car swings as they begin to rise again.
“Good girl.” She clenches her thighs together. Fuck she loves when he calls her his good girl. She watches with wide eyes as he unbuckles his belt and unbuttons his jeans.
She stops him when he goes to lower his zipper.
“Can I?” she asks, settling her hand over his. “Please?”
“Go ahead baby,” he replies, moving his hand out from under hers and tangling it in her hair instead.
“Mm, thank you, Sir.” She grins at his growled “fuck,” rubbing her hand over his jean-covered dick. She pulls the zipper down slowly, licking her lips when she realizes he isn’t wearing any underwear. She loves when he goes commando.
She frees his hard cock from his jeans, leaning her head down to lick a stripe from base to tip. She sucks the head into her mouth, tonguing the slit and groaning at the taste of his precome. She takes more of him down her throat, hollowing her cheeks and swallowing around his cock while he curses above her.
Zeke tugs her off of him by her hair, ignoring her protests.
“Naughty girl,” he chastises, pulling her face close to press a quick kiss to her lips. “Didn’t say ya could have my cock in that pretty mouth.”
She pouts. “But it’s my birthday,” she reminds him. “Don’t I get a present?”
“I guess I can let it slide this time,” he agrees, pressing a kiss to her nose. The carriage swings to a stop again, this time at the very top of the wheel. “On my lap now, baby,” he directs, releasing her hair from his hand. “Facing out.” He grips the base of the cock, holding it steady for her to impale herself on.
Carefully, Tina stands, shuffling over to straddle his lap. She slowly slides the back of her skirt up, revealing the globes of her ass, and lowers herself down on his cock. They both groan, Zeke’s hands landing on her hips to help pulls her down flush against him.
“Oh…fuck,” Tina moans, grinding down on him. “Fuck Zeke, Sir, you feel so good, love having you inside me.”
His hands leave her hips to slip up under her shirt, one caressing each breast. “That’s ‘cause your little pussy was made fer my dick, baby. Now go on an’ fuck yourself, nice an’ slow. Can’t be shakin’ and swayin’ up here, lettin’ people know yer a dirty girl desperate fer my cock.”
“Ohmygod,” Tina breathes out, arching her chest into his hands. He pinches her through her bra to remind her of the task she’s supposed to be doing. She spreads her legs wider over his, leaning forward to brace her hands on his muscular thighs. She raises up slowly, trying not to shake the ride car too much as she slides back down the length of his cock.
The wheel begins to move, lowering them slowly.
“We’re gonna play a lil’ game, baby,” Zeke rumbles in her ear. “When the rides stopped, yer gonna fuck yerself slow. But when we’re movin’, yer gonna bounce on my cock like we both know ya want to. But ya gotta keep quiet, T.” His fingers finally discover that her bra clasps in the front and he deftly works it to let her breasts free. He pinches her nipples, grinning at her - loud - moan. “Think you can do that, baby girl? Or do I need to gag you with yer wet lil’ panties?”
Her pussy contracts around his cock and he chuckles. “Or maybe you wan’ tha’ anyway, huh, dirty girl?”
She nods so fast her glasses almost fall off. “Yes, Sir, please, please, please.”
“That’s my girl,” he praises, and then she’s tasting cotton mixed with her own juices. They’re still moving, slowly making their way around to rise up to the top again, and he gives her pussy a light smack where they’re connected to remind her of his instructions. Bounce on his cock - yeah, she can do that.
She adjusts her position, leaning to grip the safety bar. She rolls her hips, using her thighs to ride his cock. The cart swings with every drop back down his cock, the squeaking help cover the cries her panties can’t quite muffle.
“Such a good girl,” Zeke praises, pulling at her nipples and covering her neck in bites and kisses. “My perfect girl and her perfect pussy, gonna fill you up so good, jus’ like you like. Breed that lil’ cunt like it needs.”
She moans and her pussy clenches around his cock at his words - something about him talking like he’s going to knock her up always has her gushing and desperate to cum all over his dick.
They come to a stop at the top of the wheel, but Tina’s too lost in the feeling of him filling her up to notice.
She does notice when Zeke’s hand leaves her boob and wraps gently around her throat. She whines, pausing her frantic rise and fall.
“Yer already losin’ the game, babydoll,” he teases, fingers tightening briefly around her neck and making her squirm. “Didja forget the rules already?”
She shakes her head, rolling her hips slowly. The drag of his cock against her inner walls, combined with his hand lightly squeezing her throat, has her thighs shaking and weak. Sweat rolls down her back with the effort of undulating slowly on his cock.
“Open yer eyes, baby,” Zeke growls in her ear, and she groans, forcing them open to stare unseeingly at the wharf below them. “Look at them, all the people down there. No idea my dirty girl’s up here chasin’ her pleasure ridin’ my dick like a good girl. They’d be jealous of me if they knew, they’d all want a piece o’ ya. But yer all mine, ain’tcha Tina? My beautiful girl and my perfect tight little cunt to fuck. Just mine.”
Zeke’s other hand trails down her chest and slips under her skirt. His fingers target her clit, rubbing the nub and giving it a hard pinch that send her over the edge. Her head slams back against his chest as she screams against the makeshift gag, gyrating on his cock and hand. There's a gushing, and, as she collapses bonelessly on his body, he frees his hand from between her thighs and she sees it’s covered in her cum.
“Fuck, baby, ya know I love when you squirt,” Zeke groans, sucking his fingers into his mouth. “Always taste so good, T.”
The cart rocks back as the ferris wheel starts to rotate again, shifting his cock inside her and making them both groan.
“Gonna fuck you now, baby,” he promises, his hands dropping to grip her hips. “You just hold on an’ take it.”
She nods, adjusting her grip on the safety bar. He uses his hold on her hips to fervently slide her up and down his cock.
“Fuck, Tina, always feel so good, love ya so much.” He moans in her ear when he comes, and she whines at the feeling. He peppers her neck and face with kisses, while his hands work under her shirt to reclasp her bra. When the feeling finally returns to her limbs, Tina removes the makeshift gag, smiling softly when Zeke immediately steals the panties with one hand and massages her jaw with the other.
“You okay?” he asks softly, sliding her gently off his lap and snuggling her into his side, one arm over her shoulder.
“Mmhm,” Tina smiles up at him. “I’m fantastic, Zeke. I love you”
“Good. I love you too.” he presses a kiss to the top of her head as the Ferris Wheel sways to a stop, their carriage even with the platform. Zeke helps her stand, smoothing her skirt down to make sure she’s covered. They link hands and exit, Tina letting Zeke help her down the stairs - her legs are still a bit shaky and he knows it, the smug bastard.
They wander slowly towards the exit of Wonder Wharf, and Tina realizes something.
“Zeke…how long were we on the Ferris Wheel? It’s almost dark.”
“Oh, yeah,” Zeke grins down at her. “I paid the guy extra to let us go a bunch o’ times. And to not let anyone else on.”
“Wait, what?”
“Can’t be lettin’ random people hear my girl when she’s comin’,” he defends, laughing when she shakes her head. “Now c’mon, we gotta get to the restaurant. Yer ma’s real excited ‘bout yer cake this year.”
Later that night, after dinner and cake with her family - and another couple of rounds around the apartment with Zeke - Tina crawls into bed next to her boyfriend, cuddling into his side.
“Didja have a good birthday, T?” Zeke asks, hand drifting down her back to grope at her ass.
She smiles, pressing a kiss to his chest. “I did,” she tells him. “Best birthday ever.”