Page 20 of Carnival Stalker

“That’s it, baby, let me hear you,” I urge, my touch relentless as I edge her closer to the pinnacle.

Her breathing is ragged, and she arches toward me, pleading for release. But I’m not ready to let her crest yet.

With a final teasing stroke, I pull my hand away, leaving her hovering on the brink, breathless and wanting. She whimpers softly, her body trembling with unspent passion.

“Not yet, sweetheart,” I murmur, my lips curving into a mischievous smile. “I plan on making this last.”

Her eyes fly open, frustration and desire swirling in their hazel depths. “But I?—”

I silence her with a scorching kiss, my tongue tangling with hers, conveying all the things I long to do to her. Her taste, scent, and soft moans fuel the fire within me. But I’m not ready to surrender to it just yet.

I pull away slowly, my gaze holding hers captive. “Patience, Tilly,” I breathe, my thumb brushing her swollen lower lip. “The best is yet to come.”

Tilly whimpers softly, her body pressing against mine as if seeking solace from the very torment I inflict. I savor the way she melts into me, the aroma of her desire heightening my own.

“We’re about to stop,” I murmur, brushing a stray lockof hair from her face. “Wouldn’t want anyone to catch my hand on your sweet pussy, now would we?”

Her eyes widen at my bold words, a mortified yet intrigued expression flashing across her face. “Oh,” she breathes, her cheeks flaming red.

Leaning in, I capture her mouth in a searing kiss, tasting her shame and desire all at once. Our tongues tangle desperately, conveying the urgent need simmering between us.

As the Ferris wheel comes to a halt, I reluctantly pull away, smirking. “Come on,” I whisper, taking her hand and leading her from the ride. “Let’s find somewhere more private to continue this.”

I guide her through the carnival, my arm wrapped around her waist. The vibrant colors and lively atmosphere pale compared to the electricity crackling between us.

Her eyes flicker across the various attractions, a mix of anticipation and nervousness reflected in her gaze. “Where are we going?” she asks, her voice laced with curiosity.

“You’ll see,” I reply mysteriously, a devious smile dancing on my lips.

We approach a secluded area of the carnival, where the crowd thins out, leaving us with a semblance of privacy. I stop in front of the bumper cars, an enigmatic glint in my eye.

“Here?” Tilly questions, a hint of confusion in her voice.

I nod, stepping closer so that our bodies are mere inches apart. “Here,” I confirm, my voice a low, seductive rumble. “But first, I need to collect something.”

With a wink, I stride toward the operator, requestingtwo cars be kept aside for us. The attendant complies with a knowing smile, recognizing a potential romance when he sees one.

When I return, Tilly’s eyes sparkle with anticipation. “What’s the plan?” she asks, her breath coming in short, eager gasps.

“Get in the car, gorgeous,” I instruct, my tone brooking no argument.

She obeys without hesitation, sliding into the bumper car. I climb into the adjacent vehicle, a mischievous glint in my eye.

I beckon to the attendant, and the ride comes to life. Our cars jolt forward, bumping into each other.

“So, where did you learn to hack?” she asks.

I chuckle. “You’re curious, aren’t you, Tilly? Always wanting to learn more.”

She shrugs, a playful smile on her lips. “Maybe I just want to know more about you.”

“Is that so?” I edge my car closer, our bumpers knocking together. “Well, then, I’ll give you a hint.”

Her eyes shine with excitement as she eagerly awaits my words.

“Let’s just say I learned the hard way,” I confess, my voice laced with pride and bitterness. “When you grow up in foster care, you do what you have to do to survive.”

Her expression softens, and she briefly touches my hand before pulling back as if unsure of the boundaries. “Foster care?” she echoes, her voice laced with surprise and a hint of sadness.

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