Page 51 of Carnival Obsession

Lars’s eyes bore into mine, intense and smoldering. “You’re driving.”

I blink in surprise. “What? But I’ve only had one lesson...”

“And you did great,” he cuts me off. “Now it’s time for the next step.”

He straddles the Triumph Bonneville, the engine rumbling to life beneath him. My gaze is drawn to the powerful machine, adrenaline coursing through my veins. Lars holds out the helmet again, his expression leaving no doubt that he expects me to take it.

With trembling fingers, I accept the helmet and pull it on, securing the strap beneath my chin. My heart is pounding as I swing my leg over the bike, settling before Lars. The heat of his body presses against my back, and I can feel the hard planes of his chest through my thin shirt.

His arms snake around me, taking control of the handlebars. “Just follow my lead,” he murmurs.

Lars guides my hands on the throttle, his body molded against mine as the motorcycle rumbles beneath us. My heart races as we take off, the wind whipping through my hair. Lars’s presence is reassuring as he helps me navigate the streets of Willow Creek.

Lars directs me toward a narrow dirt road that leads into the woods. The bike bounces and jostles over the uneven terrain, but Lars’s steady grip keeps us upright. The trees close in around us, the canopy blocking out the fading light of the evening sky.

We ride deeper into the forest, the roar of the engine echoing through the stillness. Lars’s hands slide down to my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh through my jeans. I can feel the heat of his touch even through the layers of fabric, and my body responds with a shiver of desire.

Finally, we emerge into a small clearing, the motorcycle’s headlight illuminating the grassy space. I bring the bike to a stop, my heart pounding. He puts the kickstand down, remains on the bike, and holds me.

Lars switches off the engine, and the resulting silence is punctured only by the sigh of idling engines and our heavy breathing. Lars slides off the bike and steps in front of me. He stares down at me with those deep, mysterious eyes that always seem to see right into my soul.

“You remember what I told you?” His voice is a low rumble.

My throat goes dry. “Yes,” I breathe, recalling the feeling of him inside me, stretching me wide for the first time. “You said the next time I rode your bike, you’d put your dick in my ass to keep it warm while I rode.”

“And?” He prompts, his eyes darkening with desire.

I swallow hard, my cheeks heating. I want this more than I’ve ever wanted anything. Ever since he fucked me like that, I’ve craved it again. It was so hot.

“I want it.”

His eyes blaze with a fierce intensity, and his hand reaches out to cup my jaw. The warmth of his palm against my skin drives me wild.

“Say it,” he commands, his thumb brushing my bottom lip.

My breath catches in my throat, and I moisten my lips with the tip of my tongue. “I want your cock in my ass, Lars,” I admit.

Before I can register what’s happening, Lars spins me around and bends me over the front of the bike. The sudden movement startles a breathless laugh from me, but it’s quickly replaced by a sharp intake of breath as I feel his hands on my hips. He wastes no time in tugging my skirt up, baring my ass to the cool evening air.

“Such a perfect view,” he growls, his fingers tracing the curves of my cheeks.

I groan, my chest pressing against the bike’s seat as I brace myself. I feel his cock, hard and thick, pressing against my back. He drizzles lube onto my hole and works it in with his fingers, stretching me. My pussy is dripping everywhere.

“Now it’s time to see if my cock fits. And as long as it does, I want you to take us on a ride while my dick is kept warm in that tight hole.”

I can’t help the needy whimper that escapes my lips as I feel the head of his cock press against my entrance. It’s an incredibly intimate and dirty act, but the feeling of him stretching me, filling me, overwhelms my senses.

“Fuck, Alice. You’re definitely ready for me.” His voice is thick with desire, and he slowly slides inside, inch by inch, until he’s fully seated within me.

My breath catches, and my eyes roll back at the sensation. It’s intense and intimate, and my body pulses around him as he slowly pulls out, only to thrust back in. I whimper, rocking my hips back and forth.

“That’s it, take me for a ride, baby. Show me how bad you want it.”

Unable to form words, I bite my lip to stifle a moan as Lars’s cock slides even deeper inside me.

Lars’s voice startles me from my pleasurable haze. “Time to ride, baby.”

Without further ado, he pulls out, and I whimper at the loss, feeling empty and wanting. My brain is so fuzzy and clouded with lust that it takes a second to realize he wants me to get on the bike.

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