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The neon lights of the midway glittered from above as I stood by the games of chance, watching the desperate losers toss rings at glass bottles. That was when I saw him. He was leaning against the rusted railing of the Tilt-A-Whirl. He didn’t look like the rest of the pack-mentality boys who were roaming the park, he looked bored. When he caught my eye, he didn’t smile…he just tilted his head, like he was more curious than anything.
My sneakers crunched on discarded popcorn kernels as I walked toward him. Up close, he was even more striking. He had that jagged, restless energy that usually signaled trouble, and a smudge of grease on his jawline that made my pulse jump. “You look like you’re waiting for something to break,” I said, with a smirk. “I’m Amber, by the way.”
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He intrduced himself as “Mark” and stepped into the open gate of the Tilt-A-Whirl car as the ride operator started the motor. I followed and he closed the door. The world around us blurred into streaks of garish purple and toxic yellow.
The force pinned me against the wall, but Mark didn’t retreat. He leaned into the space between us, with his gaze locking onto mine. When he pulled me toward him, the kiss was frantic, like a collison. There was nothing soft about the way he gripped my waist as we made out.
My hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as the ride shrieked and bucked, throwing our bodies together with every jarring turn. The safety bar pressed hard into my ribs and I felt a strange, dark thrill in the chaos of what was happening. The world was spinning out of control while Mark held me hostage in this swirling metal cage.
I reached out and rubbed my hand on the front of Mark’s pants and felt his hard cock bulging, looking for a way out. He reached down and unzipped, then guided my hand inside. “Pump my cock like you fucking mean it, Amber.”
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