Page 18 of Carnival Nightmare

“I own this tight, perfect cunt,” I groan, dragging a light finger through her wet folds.

“Oh God,” she breathes.

“No God will save you, baby. I’m the only fucking God you will worship from this moment on. Got it?”

She nods, biting on her lip. “What’s your name?”

I can’t help but smirk because she’s forgotten all about her fear. Now I’ve got her pinned against the counter, my hands and lips claiming every inch of her body.

“It’s Cade, baby,” I murmur against the sensitive skin of her neck. “But you can call me anything you want.”

I slide one hand up her thigh again, brushing against the soaked fabric of her panties. She gasps, arching into my touch.

“Cade,” she breathes, like she’s testing how my name sounds on her lips.

Hearing her say it nearly makes me lose control right then and there. I crush my mouth to hers again, kissing her hungrily as my fingers tease along the edges of her panties. I’m desperate to feel her, to slide my fingers into that tight, wet heat and make her scream my name.

But I force myself to go slow, to drag it out. I wantherbegging for me.

I trail hot, open-mouthed kisses down to her chest, my tongue flicking out to tease her nipples through the thin fabric of her shirt. She’s panting and writhing beneath me, hands tangled in my hair to keep me close.

“Please,” she gasps, eyes glazed over with lust. She’s forgotten all about being scared of me now. All she can focus on is the pleasure I’m giving her.

And I’m just getting started.

I kiss my way back to her ear, nipping at her sensitive skin. “Tell me what you want.”

My fingers slide under her panties, barely grazing her slick, aching flesh. She shudders, trying to angle her hips so I’ll touch her properly, but I keep teasing, drawing it out.

“Please,” she whimpers again.

I nip at her earlobe. “Please, what, baby?”

I want to hear her say it, hear her beg for me to fuck her. To claim what’s mine.

She trembles against me, mindless with need. “I don’t know what I want. I have this ache...”

The uncertainty in her voice and the way she says that gives me pause. “Ache?”

She bites her bottom lip, something that makes my cock leak. “Yeah, I don’t know. I’m not sure what I want or need…” Her cheeks are so red right now.

It can’t possibly be true. Is my angel a fucking innocent little virgin? If she is, I’m done for. Because that only makes me want her more, which I didn’t believe possible.

“Are you telling me you’re a virgin?”

I stare at her in disbelief as she nods shyly, a deep blush spreading across her cheeks.

“I... I’ve never...” she stammers, unable to meet my gaze.

A wave of possessiveness washes over me at this revelation. The thought that no other man has been inside her makes my cock throb almost painfully. She’s untouched, innocent. Mine for the taking.

“Never?” I ask, needing to hear her say the words. I trail my fingers up her thigh again until I’m stroking over her soaked panties. She gasps, hips bucking reflexively.

“N-no,” she whimpers. “I’ve never done anything other than kiss before.”

Fuck. My fantasies of corrupting this sweet, innocent girl threaten to overwhelm me. I want nothing more than to pin her down and fuck her relentlessly until she’s screaming my name.

But I need to take this slow. I can’t scareheroff now.

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