Page 62 of Carnival Nightmare

He grips the net tighter, his eyes darkening with desire, watching my futile struggles. “Oh, you’ll take it,”he promises, his voice a dangerous whisper that sends shivers down my spine. With a slow, deliberate thrust, he pushes his cock inside me, filling me completely. The net creaks with the strain of my movements, but there’s no escape.

His hands are laced in the net as he uses it to slam me onto his cock harder and faster, fucking me so hard it feels like he’s trying to break me in half. And I love it.

The intensity of his thrusts drives me to the brink of madness. His every movement is calculated to push me further into the abyss. My body is a prisoner to the rhythm he sets, each slam of his cock sending waves of raw pleasure coursing through me.

“You’re so fucking dirty, aren’t you?”he rasps, his voice dripping with a dark, sensual hunger. “You love every second of me taking you like this against your will.”His words ignite a wildfire within me, making every nerve ending in my body scream for more. I feel myself unraveling, each thrust tearing away the last remnants of my control.

“Beg for it, angel. Beg for me to fuck you harder.”The command slices through the haze of pleasure, but I don’t beg because I love how wild he gets when I tell him to stop.

“Please,”I gasp, my voice trembling with need. “Stop this.”

A savage growl escapes his lips, and he drives into me with a renewed ferocity that steals my breath away. His hands tighten on the net, using it to pull me onto his cock with a ruthless, relentless pace. The pain and pleasure blend together, consuming me completely. All I can do is hold on and surrender to the overwhelming sensation of being utterly, deliciously wrecked.

Suddenly, he yanks his huge cock out of me and grabs the knife to slash the net, bringing me crashing to the ground with a thud. And then he’s on me. “There’s no stopping this. Not now, not ever.”

I continue to wriggle beneath him, my breaths coming in rapid, shallow gasps. “No, please,”I plead, my voice cracking. But the line between acting and my true desires blurs, and I struggle to remember which is which.

His weight presses down on me, and I can feel his hot breath on the back of my neck. “Is this what you need?”he growls, pressing his cock against my pussy.

“You bastard,”I hiss, trying to sound defiant as I push back against him.

Cade laughs, a low, menacing rumble. “Such a fighter,”he taunts, unhooking my bra and discarding it. His hands seize my breasts with a rough intensity, squeezing hard. “I fucking love it.”His grip is ironclad, forcing me to fight the urge to surrender entirely to the moment.

I kick out weakly, trying to scramble away. I catch him off guard, breaking free momentarily to turn onto all fours and crawl away.

But he’s back in control in an instant, seizing my hips and pulling me onto his cock with brutal force. “I told you there’s no escape.”He spanks my ass. “You should have listened.”

“Stop! I don’t want this.”

He fucks me so hard, groaning. “I fucking love it when you tell me to stop, angel.”

He fucks me hard, groaning. “I fucking love it when you tell me to stop, angel.”

I gasp, my body writhing under his relentless thrusts, pain, and pleasure merging into a haze of sensation. Each thrust leaves me breathless, teetering on the edge of agony and ecstasy. My mind screams to resist, but my body betrays me, greedily welcoming each plunge.

“Tell me how much you fucking want it,”Cade demands, his grip on my hips tightening.

I can’t hold back anymore. My pretense shatters at his command. “I want it,”I whisper, barely audible.

“I didn’t hear you,”he growls, his pace quickening.

“I want it,”I repeat, louder this time, my voice trembling with raw need. “I want you all the fucking time,”I admit.

“Good girl,”Cade growls, satisfaction dripping from his voice. His thrusts become even more forceful, each one sending waves of intense pleasure crashing through my body.

I clutch the leaves scattered beneath me, my nails digging into the mud.

The mixture of raw passion and sheer force overwhelms my senses, my cries piercing the stillness around us. Cade’s hands roam my body, gripping, teasing, and driving me wild with unrelenting desire. The sensation of his fingers pressing into my flesh only fuels the raging fire within me.

“Do you like that, angel?”Cade’s voice is a low, guttural growl in my ear, sending shivers down my spine.

“Yes,”I gasp, unable to hide the truth any longer. “Yes, I love it.”

“Good,”he murmurs, his breath hot against my skin. “Then take it. Take all of me.”

“Cade, please,”I pant, my body trembling with need. The pressure inside me is building to an unbearable peak, teetering on the edge of release.

He leans down over my back, his breath hot against my ear. “What do you need, angel?”he whispers.

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