He hooks a finger around the string of my panties, moving them out of the way. He groans, and then he pushes a finger inside my pussy. “Fucking soaked.”

“For you,” I breathe.

“Damn right for me.”

I push back on his finger, fucking it. “So good. Make me come, Liam.”

He pulls his finger out of me. “Don’t get greedy, Boston.” He slaps my ass, making me wetter. “You’ll get to come at the same time I do. Now, spread your legs.”

I spread my legs.

He slaps my ass again, harder this time, leaving a sting. “Wider.”

I give him a look even though that slap was hot as fuck as I part my legs as wide as they’ll go.

“Good girl,” he rumbles.

He comes up behind me and rubs his cock down my ass, passing my puckered hole and going straight to my pussy. Then, he slams inside me.

“Liam,” I cry out.

His hand comes over my mouth. “Shh,” he tells me. “People will hear.”

I bite down on his hand, so he frees my mouth.

I glance back, meeting his eyes. “I thought you liked the thought of people watching you fuck me.”

He grins, as his eyes flare. “Such a dirty girl. Now, get your tits out for me. I want them in my hands while I fuck you,” he commands in a low voice.

He starts to fuck me, his hands gripping my ass.

One hand holding onto the pond to steady myself as he pounds into me, I use the other to undo the top few buttons on my dress. I push the cups of my bra down, freeing my breasts. Liam’s hand immediately is on one cupping it.

The carnival is going on around us. Calvin Harris & Disciples “How Deep Is Your Love” is playing from one of the nearby rides, and people are walking all around, only serving to intensify the moment.

Anyone could come in and catch us, and I don’t care. If anything, the thought of being caught turns me on.

He pinches my nipples, and I moan loudly.

“You really want someone to hear and come in here, don’t you?” he rumbles, giving a nipple an extra-hard tweak. “You’re a little exhibitionist, and I fucking love it. Just as much as I love your tight little pussy.”

His hand leaves my breast and slides down my side. He grabs ahold of my ass cheek, his fingers biting my skin.

“One of these days, I’m going to fuck you where everyone can see. Where they can watch me fuck your hot, tight pussy.” The words drip from his mouth.

“God, yes,” I whimper, the visual turning me on even more.

I didn’t realize until now just how much it does actually turn me on—the thought of being caught having sex or having someone watch him fuck me.

Or maybe it’s just him. Being with him. Every thing Liam does and says turns me on.

I’d let him fuck me anywhere, so long as I get to have him inside me, making me feel this way.

“Jesus,” he growls. “You’re so fucking hot. I want to spend all my time fucking you.” He reaches around and pinches my clit with his fingers.

I don’t have a chance to tell him that the feeling is mutual because my orgasm hits hard, taking everything with it but the ability to cry out his name as my inner walls convulse around his cock, squeezing him hard.

“Fuck yeah, that’s it…I’m coming, babe…” His grip on me increases, and his cock pulses inside me as he comes, coating my insides.

He presses a kiss to my shoulder, grazing his teeth over my skin, making me shiver. “So hot,” he whispers.

“I guess that’s sex outside checked off the list.” I laugh softly.

Liam chuckles and kisses my shoulder again. “We should make a move, get out of here.” He sounds disappointed.

I’m disappointed, too. I could live with him inside me permanently—well, not permanently, but you know what I mean.

He gently pulls out of me, leaving me with that empty feeling I dislike so much. Then, he helps me up. The moment I’m upright, I feel his cum trickle out of me.

“I need something to clean myself with.” I point to the offending drip, and then I pull my bra back up, covering my breasts.

Liam looks around and then picks up Squishy.

“No way! I’m not cleaning myself on Squishy.”

Laughing, he drops Squishy back onto my bag.

Then, I spy a roll of blue paper towels down the side of the pond. “Grab me some paper towels. I’ll use that.”

Liam tucks himself back into his pants, fastening them up, and then he gets me some paper towels.

I clean myself up and then look for somewhere to dispose of the towels. I find a bin under the pond.

“Here, you forgot your buttons.” Liam stands in front of me. He starts to button up my dress. Then, he cups my face and presses a soft kiss to my lips. “Perfect,” he murmurs.

Yes, you are. So perfect that you make me wish things were different.

But they’re not.

Liam picks up my bag and Squishy. He hangs my bag on my shoulder and hands me Squishy.

“We should go,” he says.

I follow behind Liam. He lifts the tarpaulin and ducks his head out.

“Clear,” he whispers, stepping out.

He holds the tarpaulin, letting me out.

Then, we’re back out in the carnival, and it’s almost like it never happened.

But it did.

“I can’t believe we just did that.” I grin up at Liam.

“Believe it, babe. And I got you this as a memento”—from his back pocket, he pulls out the rubber ducky that was sticking me in the ass and hands it to me—“so every time you look at it, you’ll remember the time when you had sex with that hot English dude in a Hook a Duck tent.”

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