Page 8 of Carnival Obsession

“No,” I growl, fingers digging into her soft skin. “Not until you understand I’m not the kind of man to mess with. And I’ll prove why standing me up, friend in crisis or not, was a big mistake.”

I watch her squirm in the faint light, realizing that the fear flickering in her eyes is beginning to turn into something else. It’s time to turn up the heat.

With a growl, I drop to my knees in front of her. Her eyes go wide as I grab the hem of her skirt and yank it up, exposing the lacy black panties beneath. Her hips buck as she tries to stop me, but it’s too late. With a sharp rip, I tear her panties, baring her pussy to my hungry gaze.

“What the hell—” she starts, but her words turn into a gasp as I lean in and taste her for the first time. She’s delicious, her juices flowing freely as I feast on her swollen clit.

“Fucking hell, you taste good,” I murmur. I pull her hips closer to the edge of the seat, spreading her thighs wide to give myself better access.

“Stop, this is—” she sputters, her protests growing weaker as my tongue works magic.

I look up at her, my eyes glinting dangerously. “Tell me you don’t want this. Tell me you don’t want my mouth right here.”

Her lips part, but no words come out. Instead, she lets out a low moan as I swirl my tongue around her sensitive bud. Her hips buck involuntarily, grinding against my face.

“That’s it, princess,” I urge, my hands gripping her thighs tightly. “Let me hear you.”

Her resistance is weakening, her body softening against mine. “Fuck you,” she spits.

I chuckle. “Tell me to stop, princess,” I mutter, my mouth never leaving her hot core. “Tell me you don’t want this.”

“You’re insane,” she breathes, her fingers tangling in my hair as she pulls me closer. “Oh God...”

I groan in response, hooking my arms around her thighs to hold her in place as I suck and lap at her hungrily. Her juices are flowing freely now, coating my chin and dripping down her ass. I love how responsive she is.

“You like this, don’t you, princess?” I murmur. “You like my mouth right here, tasting that sweet pussy.”

“Oh fuck, yes,” she moans, her head tossing back as she loses herself in the sensations. “Feels so good...”

Hearing her surrender fuels my fire, making me crave her even more. I want to consume her, brand her as mine, and erase all doubts from that stubborn mind of hers. My fingers work their way inside her, pumping in and out in time with my tongue. She’s so damn tight, her inner muscles clenching around my digits as I thrust deep.

Alice’s moans fill the tunnel, echoing off the walls and mingling with the cheesy music playing softly in the background. I can feel her getting closer, her hips bucking frantically as she nears the edge. Her taste is driving me wild, making me wish I could rip her clothes off and bury myself inside her. But not yet. I want to draw this out, make her beg for it.

“That’s it, princess,” I encourage, my mouth never leaving her core. “Come for me. Let me feel that sweet pussy clench around my fingers.”

Her breaths come in rapid gasps, her entire body trembling on the edge of the precipice. “Oh God, I’m going to—I’m going?—“

And then she’s falling, her walls clench and convulse around my fingers. I groan as her juice coats my tongue and chin. Alice sobs my name, her fingers digging into my scalp as the waves of her orgasm wash over her.

Only then do I finally pull away, satisfied that I’ve satisfied her more thoroughly than any man could. I watch her struggling to catch her breath, her chest heaving as she stares at me with dazed eyes. “Lars, I—I...”

“You what, princess?” I ask, a smirk playing on my lips as I admire my handiwork. “You going to apologize for standing me up?”

She swallows, her cheeks tinged with a rosy hue as her eyes flicker guiltily away from mine. “I—I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have stood you up, even though I had a good reason to.”

“You’re damn right you shouldn’t have because I’m the only man on this goddamn earth who can make you feel the way I just made you feel, aren’t I?” I stand and sit beside her on the seat.

I study Alice closely, watching the rise and fall of her chest as she struggles to catch her breath. Her cheeks are flushed, her lips parted, hair tousled from my rough handling. She looks thoroughly debauched, and the sight sends a possessive thrill through me.

“Well?” I prompt, arching an eyebrow. “Are you going to answer me?”

She blinks up at me, momentarily confused. I lean forward, cupping her jaw in my calloused hand. “I asked if I’m the only man who can make you feel that way.”

Understanding flickers in her green eyes, quickly followed by a flash of defiance. She opens her mouth, no doubt to offer some sassy retort, but I squeeze her chin warningly.

“Don’t try to bullshit me, princess. We both know the truth.” My gaze bores into hers. “Say it.”

Alice holds my stare for a long moment before finally exhaling a shaky breath. “Yes,” she murmurs. “You’re the only one.”

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