Page 34 of Carnival Obsession

Squeezing her hips, I begin to move, slowly at first, savoring the feeling of being embedded deep within her. “I know it is, but you’re doing great. Just relax and feel me stretch you open.”

She moans as I begin to thrust, my cock gliding in and out of her wet heat. “Oh, fuck,” she breathes, her body moving with mine, meeting my thrusts with the eager rock of her hips.

“That’s it, princess,” I encourage, my hands gripping her hips tighter. “Take all of me.”

Our bodies move in unison, the bike rumbling beneath us as if it, too, is part of our rhythm. I lean forward, my mouth close to her ear. “Now drive the bike back across the parking lot for me while I’m inside you.”

Alice whimpers, and I feel her grip tighten on the handlebars. I continue to thrust gently, my cock sliding in and out of her, the piercing bumping against her sweet spot with each movement. Her body shudders as she tries to focus on driving. Still, the sensations I’m eliciting from her are clearly a distraction.

“Fuck, Lars,” she breathes, her words catching in her throat as she pushes down on the throttle, making the motorcycle jump forward jerkily. “It feels so good, but I’m afraid I’ll drop your bike.”

I smile against her neck, my hands sliding up to cover hers on the handlebars. “I’ve got you, princess. Just a little further.”

She moans softly as I guide her hands, helping her steer the bike while still thrusting gently, my body moving with hers. The rumble of the engine vibrates through both of us, intensifying the sensation of my cock buried deep inside her.

Alice whimpers, her body tensing as she nears her peak. “I’m close,” she pants, her breath hot against my neck.

“Come for me, princess,” I encourage, my lips brushing her ear. “Let me feel that sweet pussy clenching down on my cock while you ride my bike and my dick at the same fucking time.”

With a cry, she obliges, her body shaking as her orgasm washes over her. Quickly, I grab the handlebars and force the bike to a stop, feeling her pussy clench rhythmically around my cock, milking me, and I spill myself into her right then and there.

Alice is a fast learner, and I intend to teach her much more.

“You’re fucking perfect, princess,” I tell her, my voice rough with desire. “A good learner, too.”

She glances at me over her shoulder, and her cheeks are flushed. I love how responsive she is to my every touch and word. It fuels my need to possess her and brand her as mine.

“What’s our next lesson, then?” she asks, her eyes sparkling.

I smirk, leaning in close so that my lips brush her ear. “For now, we’re done. But we’ll ramp it up a step next time, princess. Next time, I’m going to fuck your ass while you ride.”

She gasps, her body tensing at my words. “No one’s ever fucked my ass before,” she admits.

I trail my fingers down her neck, enjoying how she shivers at my touch. “Good. That means I’ll be the first and only. It’ll be easier because your ass is higher up,” I pause, letting my words sink in. “Think you can handle that, princess?”

She bites her lip, her eyes clouding with desire and apprehension. “I can try.”

“Atta girl,” I encourage, gently pulling out of her and helping her off the bike. I pass her the helmet, my eyes never leaving hers. “Now, I want you to drive us back to town.”

She hesitates, her gaze flicking from the bike to me. “Are you sure? I don’t want to mess up your bike.”

I give her a reassuring smile. “I trust you, princess. Just take it slow and follow my instructions. We’re not in a race.”

She nods, determination shining in her eyes. “Okay, let’s do this.”

Alice slips on the helmet, and I smile while I watch her straddle the bike. Once she’s on, I join her, pressing my body against her back. My arms wrap around her waist, guiding her hands to the handlebars. “Just relax and focus on the road ahead,” I murmur. “Let’s get you back home.”

She nods, her grip tightening on the handlebars as she twists the throttle. The bike roars to life beneath her, and she eases off the clutch, the motorcycle moving forward smoothly.

“That’s my girl,” I say, my hands sliding down to rest on her thighs. “Keep it slow and steady.”

She follows my instructions, her confidence growing with each moment. As we navigate the streets back to her apartment, the bike purrs beneath us, a powerful machine in the hands of a powerful woman.

Alice is a natural-born biker babe, and I can’t wait to explore this side of her further—a side that only I get to see.

Back at her apartment, I help her off the bike, unable to keep my hands off her. “You did great, princess,” I whisper, my lips claiming hers in a passionate kiss.

Breathless, she pulls away. “Really? You’re not just saying that?”

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