Chapter 6

The air in the back room was thick, heavy with the scent of stale popcorn and the electric hum of the carnival games outside, but in here, it was just us. The vintage photo booth had been dragged away, its velvet curtains discarded, leaving a wide, open space where the floorboards creaked under the weight of my body. I was sprawled out on the plush, worn couch, my legs spread wide, still catching my breath from the last round of fucking. My shirt was rucked up, my bra pushed down, but my panties were gone, discarded somewhere near the door, leaving my ass bare and exposed to the dim, yellow light of the single bulb overhead. He stood over me, that tall, commanding figure in his crisp white shirt, now slightly unbuttoned at the collar, looking down at me like he was the only man on earth. His cock was still hard, throbbing with a life of its own, glistening with the slickness of our combined fluids. He hadn’t pulled out yet. He hadn’t even let go of my hips. He was waiting, his eyes dark and predatory, watching me for a sign that I was ready for more. "Look