Page 32 of Carnival Obsession

Lars pulls out slowly, filling me again with a brutal thrust that sends shocks through my body. “Say it,” he demands, his eyes fierce. “Say you’re mine.”

My breath comes in ragged gasps as he pounds into me. “Yes,” I moan, my head falling back. “I’m yours. Only yours.”

Lars growls, his control slipping as his thrusts become more frantic. “That’s right, princess. You’re mine. Scream it.”

“I’m yours!” I scream, my back arching as he drives into me harder. “Lars! Oh, god, yes!”

I crane my neck, offering him more access as his hands press harder against my windpipe. My vision darkens at the edges, and my breath comes in short, raspy gasps.

“Good girl.” Lars’s deep voice rumbles with approval, and he finally releases the pressure on my throat, allowing precious oxygen to flow into my lungs.

The momentary reprieve is short-lived as he grips my hips tighter, pulling me onto him as he thrusts with renewed fervor.

“Do you like that, princess?” he asks, his eyes burning into mine. “Do you like it when I choke you?”

All I can do is moan as he hits that magic spot deep inside me. His piercing drags against my sensitive flesh with each ruthless thrust. “Yes, I…I.” I can’t even fucking talk. He’s driving me crazy.

“No more talking, princess,” he orders, his hips snapping upward in a particularly forceful thrust. “Just feel.”

He doesn’t need to tell me twice. I’m past the point of coherent thought as the pleasure builds inside me, coiling tighter and tighter with each stroke of his thick cock. My nails dig into his shoulders, leaving crescent-shaped marks in their wake.

Lars grunts with each powerful thrust, his eyes never leaving mine. “Come on, princess. I want to feel that tight pussy milking my cock.”

His dirty words send me spiraling. I can feel the pleasure building and tightening low in my belly, threatening to spill over and consume me.

Lars leans down, his lips brushing against my ear. “That’s it,” he whispers. “Let go. Scream my name.”

His whispered command pushes me over the edge. My back arches, my core clenching around him as wave after wave of pleasure washes over me. My moans echo off the tunnel’s walls, mingling with the gentle splashing of water.

Lars groans, his eyes sliding closed as he surrenders to his own release. “Fuck, Alice,” he grits out, his body stiffening as he fills me with his cum.

We stay locked together for a moment, our chests heaving as we catch our breath. I can feel his heart pounding against mine.

He kisses me, his lips gentle and tender despite the ferocity of our fucking. I melt into his touch while the boat gently rocks beneath us.

“That was...” I trail off, unable to find the words to describe the intensity of what just transpired.

Lars chuckles. “I know.”

The sound of laughter drifts toward us, and the boat starts to move, making me stiffen.

“What the actual fuck?” Lars’s brow furrows.

His phone dings, and I glance at it.

“Sorry, man. Ty wasn’t happy. Told me to get the ride back open.”

“Motherfucker. I’ll kill Ty for this shit.”

I scramble quickly to button up my dress and smooth my hair down as Lars tucks his still semi-hard dick back into his pants. As the boat returns to the start, the operator gives us a knowing look that makes my cheeks heat.

“What now?” I ask.

Lars smirks, and his smile makes my stomach flip. “I’ve got a surprise for you, princess.” With that, he climbs out of the boat and helps me off, leading me back into the carnival.

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LARS

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