Page 52 of Carnival Obsession

Every nerve ending is on fire, and I can’t believe this is about to happen. I straddle the bike, my hands trembling as I pull on the helmet. My breath is coming in short, excited gasps.

Lars gets on the bike behind me. I don’t even have time to register what’s about to happen before he pushes my skirt up, baring my ass to the cool night air. Then, he’s sliding into me again, his thick cock stretching my ass.

I gasp, my body throbbing around him. His arms wrap around my waist, his hands taking control of the handlebars.

“You’re in control, baby. Take us out of here.”

Every muscle in my body tenses as I twist the throttle, the bike rumbling to life beneath me. I’m keenly aware of Lars’s cock buried deep inside me. The sensation is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. It’s as if we’re fused together, connected on a primal level.

I rev the engine, feeling the bike’s power surge through my veins. Slowly, I release the clutch, and we start moving forward. My heart is hammering in my chest as I navigate the bike through the woods, Lars’s arms tightened around my waist guiding me.

I glance back at him over my shoulder, our eyes locking through the visors of our helmets for a brief moment. The intensity of his gaze takes my breath away, and I forget how to breathe for a second.

“That’s it, baby. You’re doing great.” His voice is a low murmur, his lips brushing my ear. “But I think you can go faster.”

I twist the throttle, accelerating down the narrow dirt path. The wind whips through my hair, and I can feel Lars’s cock pulsing inside me with each bump and jostle of the bike.

“You like this, don’t you?” Lars calls over the wind rushing by. “You like the feeling of my cock deep inside your ass.”

“Yes,” I breathe, unable to deny the truth of his words. “It feels so good.”

“Take us back to the carnival,” he commands. “Ride my bike with my cock up your ass right into the carnival.”

The idea is scandalous and I want to show him I can do it. My hands tighten on the handlebars, and I hit the gas. The bike leaps forward faster, carrying us back toward civilization and the bright lights of the carnival. The engine roars, the wind rushing by us. I know people can’t see what’s happening because we’re tightly pressed together, my skirt hanging over where we join.

Lars is still fully embedded in my ass as I pull up at the carnival entrance, bringing us to a stop, my heart pounding and a smile breaking across my lips.

Lars guides me away from the main entrance and deeper into the back of the carnival. The dusty roads are littered with trailers and equipment. My heart is still pounding from the thrill of the ride, made even more intense by the feeling of Lars’s cock buried deep in my ass.

He directs me toward a secluded corner, away from the hustle and bustle of the preparations. My palms are sweaty against the handlebars as I bring the bike to a stop. Lars’s arms tighten around my waist.

“All right, princess,” he says, his voice low and husky. “Time for your reward.”

My body trembles at his words, and my palms sweat even more. I know what he’s about to do, and the thought terrifies and excites me.

“Get up,” he commands.

I slowly swing my leg over the bike, feeling empty as his length slides out. My heart races as I stand in front of him.

“Lie back and hold on.”

My breath catches in my throat as I do as he says, lying down on my back and bracing myself against the handlebars. I feel vulnerable and exposed, but the anticipation coursing through my veins overrides hesitation.

Lars remains seated on the motorcycle between my thighs, and I feel his cock pressing against my ass. With one smooth thrust, he slides inside me, filling me completely. A gasp escapes my lips at the sensation, and I push back against him, needing more.

His strong hands grasp my hips, pulling me to meet his fierce thrusts. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh fills the air, mingling with my breathless moans. Lars’s cock stretches me, stimulating every nerve ending.

“That’s my tight little slut,” he growls into my ear. “You love this, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I whimper, my body convulsing around him. “It feels so good.”

His thrusts are hard and fast, each one pushing me closer to the edge. I can feel the hard length of him deep inside me, stretching me to my limits as his piercing grazes against me. His hands grip my hips tightly, leaving bruises that will no doubt linger for days—tangible reminders of this intense encounter.

“You’re so fucking tight, baby,” he grunts, his breath hot against my ear. “Your ass was officially made for my cock.”

I push back against him, meeting his thrusts with the eager rocking of my hips. “Yes, Lars,” I breathe. “Fuck my ass. It’s yours.”

He groans, his fingers digging into my flesh. The sound of our skin slapping together fills the air, punctuated by my breathless moans. The handlebars dig into my back as Lars pounds into me, his cock hitting all the right spots. Every nerve ending in my body is on fire, each thrust pushing me higher and higher.

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