“God you got me!” I said. I wasn’t the type to smash controllers and things when upset, but the urge to bang on the machine was certainly there.
That was until I turned to a celebrating, jumping up and down Tara who seemed very satisfied with her winnings. Every time she bounced, her scent poured off of her, the smell divine, and I could feel the high she was experiencing through our bond.
How could I stay mad when I got to see my mate’s tits bounce like that?
However, I wasn’t going to resist messing with her, so I bent at the knee and grabbed her by her waist, lifting her over my shoulder so her feet dangled in front of me.
She shrieked loudly as I did, hitting my back and wiggling her legs. “Put me down!” she insisted, though there was no true malice, only laughing.
“Gonna throw you down like you did to my boy,” I said, my voice taking a deeper tone.
“Oh, no please don’t! I’ll do anything.” I had to admit, her damsel in distress voice was good.
The growl from my chest wasn’t intentional, but it vibrated us both.
I moved her down to let her legs straddle my sides. “Anything? What a bold offer.”
She leaned forward, her face pressed to mine on the side, and her lips tickling my ear. “You couldn’t handle my anything daddy.”
On instinct I ground her down on my cock, needing to relieve a bit of pressure, but I didn’t keep her there for long before sliding her down my body the rest of the way.
“We’ll see at home,” I said. “For now,” I bent and reached for the last of our tickets, “it’s time to pick a prize.”
She held my hand as we walked over to the booth. All of the big prizes were scattered across the top, from gift cards, to large stuffed animals, to a… hotdog maker? Whatever that meant.
She counted them up before reassessing the wall. “You can have anything you want babygirl,” I said. If she wanted one of the big prizes I would just buy it, because there was no way we had the tickets for it.
“I know,” she said with a smirk. And she did. There wasn’t anything I wouldn’t buy her.
But instead she picked up a small dog plush and a bag of sour belts.
“That’s all you wanted?”
She nodded. “The puppy reminds me of Jesse, and I want to keep it on my desk. And sour belts are my favorite.” She cracked open the package and peeled one from the stack, taking a bite out of the first half.
“Want?” she asked, holding it out.
I shook my head, my nose scrunching. “I’m not a sour person.”
“Really?” she asked, a bit muffled with the chew of her candy.
I nodded. “I don’t like spicy either.”
“I love spicy! And sour. Love the pain.”
I smirked. “We both know you love pain, babygirl.”
She bumped me with her shoulder. “You shut up.”
We both laughed as we made it to the food court. Neither of us had eaten yet, forgetting our purpose of coming this way, so we each grabbed a slice of pizza—her the mushroom and me the meat lovers. She sprinkled on heaps of red pepper flakes, proving her love of spice.
We sat at one of the tables, the grates of the waffled metal seats biting into my skin a bit. It made me worried that Tara in her shorts would be really uncomfortable.
Before she sat down I stopped her. “Here.” I tore my sweatshirt up and over my head, and set it on her chair.
She smiled. “Thanks. These chairs are horrible.”
“I agree.”
