Page 38 of Carnival Master

With a few more powerful thrusts, I lose it. “Fuck, yes!” I grunt, my cock twitching as I release deep inside her. “Take it, baby, take all my cum. That’s it, let your master breed you.”

Sofia shudders and moans. “Yes, Master,” she manages to gasp out. “I—I love it. Fill me, breed me. I’m yours, completely.”

I shudder at her words, my cock still twitching inside her as I release the last of my cum. Hearing her call me Master, knowing she’s mine, sends me a rush of power and satisfaction.

I pull out slowly. As I do, my cum starts to drip out of her, a visual reminder of my claim. I grin, knowing I’ve marked her, and she won’t forget this night anytime soon.

I pull her close, her back against my chest, and wrap my arms around her. “That was incredible,” I whisper, nuzzling her hair. “You take my cock so well. Your body was made for me.”

She turns her head, her eyes shining as she looks at me over her shoulder. “You’re incredible, Master. I—I’ve never felt pleasure like that before.”

I smile, feeling a surge of possessiveness. “You’re mine now, Sofia. And I plan to remind you of that every chance I get.”

Hearing myself say those words, the reality of my growing obsession hits me. But instead of scaring me off, it only makes me want her more.

I’m drawn to her like a moth to a flame, and I’m starting to realize that I might be willing to risk everything for this woman.

20

SOFIA

Istir awake to the harsh buzz of my phone, wrapped in Tyson’s strong arms. After he comforted me and gave me the best orgasm I’ve ever had in the wake of Paulie being a jackass, I spent three nights in his bed here at the carnival.

The warm cocoon of his body makes me want to ignore the intrusion, but Paulie’s name flashes on the screen. My stomach drops. We haven’t spoken since the argument.

“Where the fuck are you?” Paulie’s voice cuts through the peaceful morning.

I ease out of Tyson’s embrace, careful not to wake him. “I stayed at Sasha’s last night.” The lie rolls off my tongue with practiced ease. “Just heading home now.”

“Sasha’s?” His tone drips with suspicion. “She’ll back that up if I ask?”

A smile tugs at my lips. Sasha’s been covering for me since we were teenagers sneaking out to parties. She’d lie to the devil himself if it meant protecting me.

“Of course, she will. You can call her right now if you want.”

“And what about what we discussed. I told you to tell me when you stay somewhere other than your home.”

I grind my teeth. “Considering the last time we spoke, we had a fucking row, I didn’t think to notify you.”

“Whatever,” he grunts and hangs up.

I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding.

“Everything okay, baby girl?” Tyson’s sleep-rough voice sends shivers down my spine.

I turn to find him watching me through heavy-lidded eyes, his chest bare and inviting. Seeing him makes me want to crawl back into bed and forget about the rest of the world.

I sink back onto the bed beside him, his warmth drawing me in. My fingers trace the hard planes of his chest, remembering how his muscles flexed beneath my touch last night.

“Just Paulie being Paulie,” I mutter, but the name tastes bitter on my tongue now.

Tyson pulls me closer, and I breathe in his scent - a mix of leather and something uniquely him. “You deserve better than that snake.”

He’s right. Last night, Tyson worshipped every curve, every soft edge of my body. His hands claimed me with reverence, not criticism.

“The way you look at me...” I trace one of his tattoos. “No one’s ever made me feel so beautiful.”

“Because you are beautiful.” His fingers thread through my hair. “Every gorgeous inch of you.”

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