Page 39 of Carnival Obsession

“Good girl,” he praises, and it makes my nipples tighten.

I unbuckle his jeans and pull down the zipper, freeing his thick, hard cock. He hisses as I wrap my hand around it and tug.

Lars backs me up against a tree, his mouth crushing down on mine, his hands moving urgently over my body. I can feel the rough bark against my back, scratchy and unyielding. Still, I barely register the sensation as Lars’s fingers slam inside me.

He hoists me up with ease, and I wrap my legs around his waist. I gasp as he buries his thick, pierced cock inside me, filling me completely. Our mouths remain locked together, tongues dancing frantically as he begins to move, his thrusts deep and urgent.

My fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him closer as I match his rhythm, my body responding to his with an urgency I can’t control. The world around us falls away, and all that exists is the feel of his body against mine, the sound of our ragged breaths, and the beating of our hearts.

Lars’s mouth moves to my neck, his teeth nipping at the sensitive skin as his thrusts become harder, faster. “Oh, fuck, princess,” he growls. “You feel so damn good.”

My head falls back against the tree, my breath coming in sharp gasps as the rough bark scrapes my skin. But I barely notice the sting as pleasure radiates through me with each of Lars’s powerful thrusts.

I tighten my legs around him, urging him on, my body on the edge of oblivion. “Please, Lars, I need?—”

“I know what you need,” he growls, his hips snapping forward, driving into me with force.

“Oh, God,” I moan, my body arching off the tree. “Right there. Don’t stop.”

Lars obliges, his hands gripping my ass as he drives into me with deliberate, forceful thrusts. His piercing hits that perfect spot inside me every damn time.

His thrusts become more erratic, his body tensing as he nears his release. “Fuck, Alice,” he grunts, his hips snapping forward one final time.

I cry out, my body shuddering in release as waves of pleasure ripple through me. Lars groans, his body slumping against mine as he spills himself deep inside me.

We stay like that for a moment, our bodies intertwined, our breaths beginning to slow. Then, with a gentle nudge, Lars sets me back on my feet, his hands steadying me against the tree.

I catch my breath, my body still buzzing with the aftershocks of my release. Lars steps back, his eyes dark and intense as he regards me, my hair wild, my dress on the floor.

He takes my hand, his eyes locking with mine. “Come with me, Alice,” he says, his voice softer now, almost pleading. “Leave this place behind at the end of the week and join the carnival.”

I bite my lip, my heart torn. A part of me wants to say yes, to throw caution to the wind and embrace the madness that is Lars. But the rational part knows it’s insanity to leave stability for the unknown.

I shake my head, my voice catching in my throat as I try to find the words to explain the turmoil within me. “Lars, this is crazy,” I whisper. “I can’t just leave my life behind and join a carnival. It’s not that simple.”

A flash of hurt crosses his face, quickly masked by anger. “So, that’s it?” he demands. “After everything we’ve shared, you’re just going to walk away?”

“I have a life here. A job, friends, responsibilities?—”

“Fuck your job!” he explodes, his eyes darkening with rage. “You think that life is going to fulfill you? It’s mundane. Ordinary. You’re not ordinary. You’re extraordinary, and you deserve more.”

I take a step back, my heart pounding in my chest. His words resonate within me, striking a chord I can’t ignore.

Do I really want to settle for the mundane? For a life that feels like I’m just going through the motions?

Lars softens his gaze, stepping closer. “You’re not like them, princess. You’re wild and free, like me. Don’t cage yourself in a life that’ll suffocate your spirit.”

“You’re right,” I whisper, my voice barely audible. “I’m not like most people, but that doesn’t mean I should run away and join a carnival.”

“Then what?” he challenges. “What are you going to do, Alice? Will you spend the rest of your life working a dead-end job, dreaming of what could’ve been? Or are you going to take a chance on me?”

I bite my lip, my heart torn. Lars is right. My life isn’t fulfilling. It’s comfortable and predictable, but it doesn’t set my soul on fire. And with Lars, every moment is an adventure, a rush of excitement and danger.

But is that enough? Can I give up everything I know for a man I barely know? A man who scares me as much as he excites me?

The silence stretches between us, heavy with unspoken words and decisions left hanging in the balance. Lars’s hand finds mine, his eyes pleading, and I feel the weight of the choice I have to make like a ton of bricks crashing down on me.

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