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As if that would ever happen, but I let him tug me through the crowd until he spots the Gravitron—a massive UFO-shaped ride, roped off with a bright orange DOWN FOR MAINTENANCE sign slapped across the entrance. His grip on my wrist tightens, and I can feel the exact second the reckless idea forms in his head.

“Oh, hell no—”

But it’s too late. He’s already moving, dragging me toward the side of the ride where a loose gap in the fencing gives just enough space for us to slip through.

“Get in the UFO,” he demands, pointing toward the fence, and I tilt my head like I’m considering his request.

“Will anal probing be involved?”

He huffs, grabbing my shoulders and forcing me through the gap. My cock grows even harder at the way he's manhandling me. I fucking love it when a guy takes control.

Once we sneak inside, it’s eerily quiet without the usual carnival noise, the padded walls of the Gravitron lined up like the inside of a spaceship. Christian spins on his heel, plants his hands on my chest, and shoves me against one of the padded walls. “Time to pay up, motherfucker.”

“Damn, not even a please?” With a grin, I drop to my knees, palming my dick over my jeans. “You’re so eager for it, hot shot. Such a good little slut.”

“Fuck,” he mutters, stepping closer as his hands fly to his belt. “You've got a fucking mouth on you.”

“So put it to good use.” Slapping his fingers away, I yank his pants down, my mouth watering when his thick cock springs free, heavy and straining toward his abs. It's already leaking, precum pooling in the slit.

Without any preamble, I wrap my palm around his shaft, giving him a slow stroke while flicking my tongue over his tip, salty flavor bursting across my taste buds.

“Holy shit,” he groans. Before I even have time to tease, he grabs the back of my head and shoves my mouth onto his cock.

A gag has my throat flexing around him, my eyes watering. The pressure in my jeans is too much, so I quickly pop the button and pull my own length free as he starts to thrust.

Spit dribbles from my lips onto my chin, the slick sounds of him fucking my face echoing in the quiet space. Another gag from me sends a violent shiver down his spine.

“You know what makes this even better?” he grunts, pulling out slowly to gaze down at me in the dim light. “I fucked Arya this morning. How does she taste on my cock, baby?”

Jesus Christ.

Hooking my arms behind his knees, I yank him off his feet. He hits the ground hard with a yelp, knocking the air from his lungs, and I crawl up his body to rub my length against his. “You like that, don't you, hot shot? Forcing me to taste her on you?”

Christian wheezes, fighting to catch his breath. He glares at me, but his dick is leaving a sticky mess all over my own.

“Tell me how you took her,” I breathe, sliding back down his body to dive for his cock, moaning around it as I lick and slurp like it's my last fucking meal. “From behind? Did she ride you while you sucked on those perfect tits?”

“Oh, god,” he whines, thrusting into my mouth. “In the shower, with her ass in the air. We were… She was talking about us both fucking her.”

“Mmm, at the same time?” I lick a stripe up the underside of his shaft.

Christian nods furiously, his eyes watching me jerk myself off. “Yeah, tag team. She really fucking wants that.” I take him to the back of my throat, and he whimpers. “Fuck, I really want that.”

Jesus, me too.

“Ass or pussy?” I ask, leaving his dick to suck on his balls gently. “Tell me where you want me to fuck your girl, Christian.”

His sack jerks against my tongue before something warm lands on my cheek. I look up in time to watch his cock erupt, the muscles of his neck strained as he tosses his head back, crying out.

The sight sends me over the edge, and I lean up to unload over him, covering his cock in thick, sticky ropes of cum. He watches me with a heaving chest, moaning when I dive down once more to clean up the mess. I lick at his softening dick until he’s squirming beneath me, only tucking him back into his jock-strap when no drop is left.

His blown-out gaze is focused on my cheek when I finally glance up, something primal crossing his features. “I like the way my cum looks on that pretty face, pastelito.”

I blink, my stomach flipping uncharacteristically at the praise. “Pastelito?”

His grin turns wolfish. “My little cake, covered in my frosting.”

With a smirk, I swipe my thumb through his release and suck it into my mouth. “So now that I've paid my dues… tell me who’s better. Me or Taylor?”