Page 24 of Carnival Monster

I feast on the sight of her naked body, her breasts heaving. Slowly, I trail my knife down her stomach. Her skin is perfect, smooth, and unmarred.

I enjoy seeing her helpless and exposed body illuminated by the moonlight. I drag my fingers through the wetness between her thighs as I tease her clit. She’s soaking wet.

Aurora bucks her hips, seeking more friction. “Please, Gage,” she moans.

I smirk, my voice hoarse as I say, “That’s what I like to hear. My name on those pretty lips while you’re begging for more.”

Freeing my aching dick from the confines of my jeans, I line myself up with her dripping wet cunt. Slowly, I rub the head of my dick over her clit, and she moans deeply, arching her back.As I part her thighs, the feel of small scars gives me pause. She cuts herself. I shudder, wondering why this beautiful creature is so dark, but it’s not the time to explore that right now. Instead, I line the head of my cock up with her cunt and look down at her.

Fuck.

I can’t believe how beautiful she is. “Watch my dick as I tear away your virginity,” I demand.

She trembles and then looks down, eyes wide as she takes in my size. I push forward, her breath catching as I push into her.

“God, you’re so tight. You like that, don’t you, little one? Feeling me stretch you open?”

Her head falls back, exposing her throat as she moans, “Yes.”

I withdraw almost entirely and then thrust back into her, setting a brutal pace. With each snap of my hips, I go deeper, taking her virginity and making her mine. She may be a virgin, but something tells me my dirty little bitch loved fucking herself with dildos after she rode one with her fucking ass on the camera. She’s not a stranger to having her cunt stretched.

My hand snakes around her throat, applying a bit of pressure to choke her, my thumb rubbing her jaw while I move her face as I like it, all the while fucking her with my thick cock.

Her moans fill the night, a symphony of pleasure and pain. Her fingernails dig into my back, scratching at me as she meets my thrusts with her hips. I lean down, capturing one of her nipples between my teeth, biting down gently and then tugging.

She screams, her body arching off the ground as she nears her release. The sound of her pleasure drives me closer to the edge, spurring me on. She likes it painful and rough. The monster in me purrs with contentment.

Aurora’s body trembles as her orgasm washes over her, her walls clenching around me. I growl as I feel her tighten, the wetness of her release coating my cock. “That’s it, little one,” I encourage, my voice rough as I struggle to hold on. “Come all over my cock.”

And then I let myself go.

With a few more rough thrusts, I spill myself into her, my body shuddering as I grunt, pumping her full of my cum.

“You’re mine now,” I tell her, my voice a low rumble in her ear.

She nods in agreement. “Yours,” she breathes, her hips still rolling as she tries to get more from me.

I grin, a wicked thrill coursing through me. I’ve finally found my perfect match, a twisted soul who craves the darkness as much as I do.

15

AURORA

Ilie there, trembling in the aftermath, my body still humming with the intensity of being fucked by a masked stranger. Tears prick at the corners of my eyes, but it’s not out of sadness—far from it. The sheer perfection of what we shared is overwhelming, and I can’t help the flood of emotion that threatens to spill over.

Gage shifts uncomfortably beside me, his brow furrowed. “Don’t... don’t start crying,” he mutters, his voice low. “I don’t do well with that.”

I blink, surprised by his reaction. Surely he must understand that these are tears of joy? Tentatively, I reach out to touch his arm, hoping to convey the depth of what I’m feeling.

But Gage recoils, sliding out of me with a sharp intake of breath. “Shit,” he hisses, running a hand through his hair. “I should... I should go.”

I prop myself up on one elbow, my heart racing. “Wait, Gage, please. I’m not?—”

“No, I can’t,” he interrupts, his eyes wild. “Normally, I’d just... I’d just strangle you to make the crying stop, but I...” He shakes his head, a look of panic crossing his face. “I can’t do that. Not with you.”

The words send a shiver down my spine, and I’m not sure if it’s from fear or something else entirely. He basically just admitted he is a murderer. I watch, mesmerized, as Gage tucks his cock back into his jeans and zips them up, his movements jerky and erratic.

I stand and rush toward him. “Wait.” Grabbing his arm, I steel my expression. “I’m not some silly girl crying. It was just an overwhelming experience in a good way.”

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