Page 119 of Baby Daddy
“Oh, Drake!” I cried out, flinging my arms around him as the coaster took off. As the car slowly started its ascent, he cupped my head in his hands and kissed me passionately. I was lost in him. At the apex, he broke the kiss, and the screaming that would last all night long began as we plummeted down the track.
“Baby, you can scream louder than that,” he said with a laugh as he bunched up the voluminous skirt of my wedding gown. Once again, his hand crawled up my leg, making its way between my thighs.
“Drake, what are you doing?” I asked in a panic as the coaster whipped around the track.
“Practicing what I preach. I’m going to take you to the moon and back.”
I gasped again as his fingers returned to my clit. He began to rub it vigorously.
“I only have three minutes to make you come, baby.”
Oh, God! I didn’t think I’d last that long as I squeezed my eyes shut and gripped the safety bar. The feeling of going over the edge in more ways than one consumed me. The soaring pleasure this man was giving me competed with the roar of terror that spilled from my lips. I was more than going to fall off this thrill ride; I was going to fall off the earth as he took me to the edge. I gripped the safety bar more forcefully, worried it wouldn’t hold me in when I came. In my heart, I knew Drake was loving every second of this extreme torture. Loving every tortured moan and groan that fled from my O-shaped mouth.
I screamed. I cried. I whimpered.
I prayed. I swore. I begged.
“Drake, please make me come!”
“Hold on, baby!”
Then as the car swerved around another sharp curve, he plunged a finger into my pussy. He pumped it up and down while his other fingers continued to work my needy clit. Oh dear Lord! My life was going to be over. I clenched my muscles around his long, thick digit, hoping by clinging to it I wouldn’t fall off the coaster.
As my body climbed to its apex, waves of ecstasy began to roll through me, and as the coaster came to a halt, I fell apart. In record time.
I opened my eyes, noticing people in line were giving me funny looks. Why was this crazy woman in a wedding gown still shrieking and panting when the ride was over? Because I was still riding my roller coaster of an orgasm out.
Lifting the safety bar, Drake stepped out of the car and then helped me out. I wobbled. My legs were like Jell-O from my outrageous orgasm. He held me up and steadied me.
“D-baby, that was amazing. I fucking love this roller coaster.”
“Oh my God, that was amazing,” I breathed out, smoothing my gown. Beneath the layers, I was still pulsing between my thighs.
“C’mon.” Drake looped an arm around me as we made our way back to the limo. “There’s one last thing we need to do before we head over to the hotel.”
We were staying at the oceanfront Casa Del Mar, steps from The Pier, before we flew off to Cabo in the morning.
“Like what?” I asked, hoping it wasn’t another ride.
“We need to visit someone special.”
He has a friend here?Gah! I was in no condition to make friendly conversation.
Without questioning him, I let him lead the way along the crowded pier, and five minutes later we were standing once more before none other than the mechanical fortune teller.
“Say hello again to Zoltar.”
“Drake!” I laughed, now recovered from my orgasm. “He can’t hear me.”
“Be nice to him. He holds a lot of power. I want to know what our future has to bring.”
I couldn’t believe we were doing this again, but I gave in to his whim. Making me go first, I inserted a dollar bill, courtesy of Drake, and waited patiently for my fortune to spew out. When it did, I read it immediately and burst into laughter.
“What does it say?” asked my new husband.
I rolled my eyes. “It’s the same fortune as last time. You will meet a tall dark handsome stranger.”
He chortled. “Well, it did come true.” He flicked my nose. “You just better not meet another one, Mrs. Hanson.”