Page 43 of Carnival Monster

“Fuck, how does it feel?” he asks, his voice filled with concern.

My eyes are clamped closed while I savor the feeling of him buried deep. “Good,” I breathe. “Keep going.”

He groans, his hips beginning to move, shifting out slowly, then thrusting back in, his length stretching me. Gage sets a slow, steady rhythm, his hips moving fluidly.

“You feel so damn good,” he growls, his hands tightening on my hips.

I whimper, encouraging him to let go of his control. “Please, Gage. I can take it. I want you to fuck my ass hard.”

His breath hitches at my words, and I feel him swell. With a growl, he moves faster, fucking me with such force it takes my breath away, sending shocks of pleasure through my body.

“That’s it, little one,” he grunts. “Take it. Take all of me.”

I moan, pushing back to meet his thrusts. His hands tighten on my hips, holding me in place as he fucks me. The sound of our flesh slapping together fills the trailer.

I’m close, my body coiling tighter with each thrust. He growls when I clench around him, his movements becoming more urgent.

“Come for me,” he grunts. “Let me feel your ass tighten around my cock.”

His words send me over the edge. I cry out, my body shaking as my climax overwhelms me. Pleasure ripples through me, my inner walls clenching tightly around him.

Gage follows soon after, his breath catching as he spills inside me. With a few final thrusts, he buries himself as deep as he can go.

We collapse in a heap, our sweaty bodies entangled. I can feel his heart pounding against my back.

“That was...” I search for the words, unable to find any that adequately describe what we’ve just shared.

“Incredible,” he finishes for me.

“Yeah,” I murmur, my eyes drifting closed as I savor the afterglow, and he pulls out of me.

He falls onto his back beside me, and I shift to snuggle against his muscular body, feeling the rise and fall of his chest as he catches his breath. Inhaling deeply, I allow his masculine aroma to fill my senses.

An overwhelming sense of contentment washes over me. All the worries, doubts, and darkness that usually plague my mind seem to melt away, leaving me feeling light and at peace.

With Gage’s strong arms wrapped around me, I feel like I’m where I belong—lost in the shadows, with a man who understands and embraces the depths of my desires without fear. Together, we can explore the darkest corners of our souls, and I can’t wait to see where this path will lead us.

25

GAGE

Isit in Aurora’s car, my hands clenched tightly in my lap. The mask I usually wear lies on the seat between us, and I feel naked without it. My skin crawls at the thought of facing her friends, of having to speak and interact like a normal person.

“You okay?” Aurora asks, reaching over to squeeze my hand.

I grunt in response, unable to form words. My throat feels tight, constricted by anxiety. We discussed how this works going forward, and to my surprise, Aurora wants to leave this town with me and the carnival. She’s warned her friends and now I’m meeting them for the first time for lunch.

She pulls into the diner’s parking lot, and I spot two figures waiting by the entrance. Aurora’s friends. My pulse quickens, and I resist the urge to bolt from the car.

“Remember, just be yourself,” Aurora says softly. “They’ll love you.”

I doubt that, but I nod anyway. For her, I’ll try.

We get out of the car and approach her friends, and I see their shock as they take in my appearance. I’m intimidating even without my mask at six foot six tall, muscle-bound, and covered in tattoos. Charlotte takes a step back. Dan moves protectively in front of her.

“Hey guys,” Aurora says brightly, as if this is all perfectly normal. “This is Gage.”

I manage a stiff nod, my eyes darting between them and the ground. The silence stretches uncomfortably until Aurora clears her throat.

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