Page 58 of Carnival Obsession

She takes off with a breathless giggle, disappearing into the shadowy entrance. I count to twenty, my cock straining against my jeans as I envision all the deliciously depraved things I’m going to do to her.

Then, with a predatory grin, I follow after her. The hunt is on.

I watch her run, the swell of her hips beneath the thin fabric of her shirt enticing me further. This is a game I know well and one that always ends with Alice moaning my name. Her desire is my addiction, and I won’t deny myself the pleasure of hearing her sweet surrender again and again.

With each step, my hunger for her grows. I push through the entrance of the Haunted House, my eyes adjusting to the dim light. The familiar scent of must and dust fills my nostrils, sending a shiver down my spine. My eyes scan the room, searching for her, the anticipation building with every second that passes.

The rustle of movement to my right catches my attention. I spot Alice, her eyes widened in surprise, but her lips curved in a mischievous smile. She backs up against a wall, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

I stalk toward her, deliberately slow, relishing the fear and desire that flash in her eyes.

When I’m close enough to touch her, I reach out, gripping her hips and pulling her against me. She gasps as I push her body against the wall and lift her off the floor, making her legs instinctively wrap around my waist.

Our lips crash together in a feverish kiss, my tongue demanding entrance. I groan into her mouth, already spiraling out of control.

My hands roam wildly, tearing at her clothes, desperate to feel her bare skin. Buttons pop open, the thin fabric of her shirt ripping under my frenzied grasp. Her warm, soft skin is soon revealed, and I groan again, this time in appreciation.

“You look so fucking good, princess,” I growl, my voice hoarse with need. “But you look even better out of those clothes.”

Her breath hitches as my hands skim her body, exploring every curve and hollow. I grip her ass, squeezing and molding her cheeks in my palms as I thrust against her, my cock straining for release.

She whimpers, her arms wrapping around my neck. “Lars, please...”

Her plea sends a jolt of arousal through me, and I claim her lips in another searing kiss. Her soft moans fuel my desire further as I rip the last of her clothes away.

When I finally step back to admire her, she looks like an angel bathed in the muted light of the Haunted House. Her skin is flushed, her hair wild, and her eyes filled with equal parts desire and apprehension.

Perfect.

I kick off my own clothes, my gaze never leaving hers. Her eyes widen at the sight of my naked body, and she bites her lip, her gaze flicking down to the thick, erect length of me.

“Now, princess,” I murmur, stroking myself slowly, “I want you to watch.”

Her eyes widen as I position her before a full-length mirror, her back pressed against my chest. I nip at her neck, sucking a particularly sensitive spot that makes her squirm.

“Watch us, Alice,” I continue, my hand sliding between her legs from behind. “I want you to see how gorgeous you look taking my cock.”

I thrust my fingers into her, relishing her gasp and pumping my fingers slowly in and out of her.

“Look at us, princess,” I rasp, kissing her neck as I inch forward. “Don’t you look so fucking beautiful?”

She meets my gaze in the mirror, lips pursing. “Please, Lars,” she begs, and I know exactly what she wants. Pulling my fingers out of her pussy, I stroke my cock through her wet folds. “Do you want my cock?” I tease.

Her eyes flutter shut as she moans. “Yes, please.”

“Open your eyes,” I demand.

Those beautiful green eyes immediately meet mine in the mirror. “Watch me claim what’s mine.” With a swift, powerful thrust, I sink into her, filling her completely.

Alice cries out, a strangled sound of pleasure, as I bury myself to the hilt. The mirror offers a perfect view of our joined bodies, and I begin to move, my eyes never leaving hers.

“You like this, don’t you, princess?” I taunt, my voice a harsh growl as I pound into her. “You like watching me fuck you.”

She nods frantically, her hands braced on the mirror as I thrust into her relentlessly. Her eyes are hazy with pleasure, her mouth open in a silent scream.

My hand snakes out, gripping her throat as I continue to move within her. “You’re mine, Alice,” I growl, punctuating each word with a rough thrust. “Say it.”

“Yours,” she chokes out, her body trembling on the brink of release.

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