Page 97 of When Forever Falls Apart

“Exciting?” Madelina tilts her head with a laugh. “It’s just a Ferris wheel.”

“Yeah.” I nod, a smirk spreading across my lips. “And you look extra sexy in your cowgirl outfit.”

As we approach the Ferris wheel, the ride attendant opens a carriage for us without delay. We climb inside, taking our seats as the ride slowly begins to ascend, the ground dropping away beneath us.

“Exciting things can happen on a Ferris wheel. Just wait until we reach the top,” I tell her with a teasing tone.

Madelina’s eyes widen as we began to crest the highest point, the carriage swaying gently with the evening breeze. It’s a perfect summer night, but fall isn’t too far away, and the temperatures have slowly begun to drop.

My arm lies across her back as I lean in to whisper, “Glad you wore a skirt, Bugs.”

Without hesitation, I slide my hand between her thighs, slipping under the fabric of her panties. She freezes, caught between thrill and anticipation as I press a finger inside her, whispering in her ear, “How many fingers to make you come?”

Madelina bites the corner of her lip, teasing me so effortlessly. With a hitched breath, the words barely escape her lips. “One… no, two.”

“Hmmm,” I murmur, inserting a second finger. “I think three.”

Beneath my jeans, my dick is so hard I’m this close to exploding right here. I slide in a final finger, rhythmically moving them in and out as her legs spread wider for me, the carriage rocking gently in sync.

“Be quiet,” I whisper, the thrill of the moment intertwining with the roar of laughter below. “And come for me now.”

As I sink deeper, her walls clench around my fingers while she teeters on the edge of pleasure. When I finally withdraw my fingers, her eyes flutter shut, a blissful expression spreading across her face.

And then something within me deepens.

If I give up France, I’m giving it all up forher.

“That was…” She can barely breathe, unable to string together a sentence as I sit here with satisfaction etched on my face. “That was book-worthy.”

“Book-worthy?”

“The scenes you read in smut…”

“I see. Maybe I do need to switch genres,” I answer truthfully.

“Romance is… it’s hard to explain, you know?” she says wistfully. “Like being in love. It’s a wild ride and nothing you say can explain how it makes you feel.”

“Sure,” I respond with a tight voice.

The ride begins to descend, prompting me to quickly back off as we near the ground. Once we reach the bottom, I help Madelina out, her steps shaky as she stumbles off the ride.

“Are you able to walk?” I tease.

“Yes,” Madelina answers with a flush in her cheeks. She looks so beautiful when she’s blushing after an orgasm.

Eva, Aston, and Billie walk toward us. It comes as no surprise that Eva is carrying a stick of something deep-fried.

“Where to now?” Billie asks with a cider in her hand. “Baby animals?”

Madelina claps her hands. “Oh my God, all the yeses!”

“I’m not so sure, you guys…” Eva trails off, looking uncertain.

“Just because the geese imprinted on you one time, doesn’t mean it will happen again,” Madelina informs her. Evidently, she’s trying to hold back her laughter.

“Firstly, it was a goose. One goose,” Eva is quick to remind her. “And you don’t know that. It had evil eyes, following me around, ready to attack when no one was looking.”

Madelina rolls her eyes. “Your fear of birds has really taken a wild turn. Look, I promise you there’s nothing but cute baby animals in the pen. Chill out, okay?”