Page 56 of Carnival Master

“We continue as planned but through different channels. Jimmy’s not our only client. We must maintain our reputation.” I stand, signaling the end of the meeting. “Keep your eyes open. Protect Sofia at all costs. She’s family now.”

The men file out, leaving me alone with my thoughts. Through the window, I watch Sofia talking with some female carnival workers, her red hair catching the afternoon sun. She belongs here now, and I’ll burn down anyone who tries to take her away.

I stare at the papers scattered across my desk, numbers, and routes that need immediate attention. But my mind keeps drifting to the flash of red hair outside my window. Sofia’s laugh carries through the thin walls, and my cock twitches.

“Fuck it.” I shove away from my desk, the chair scraping against the floor.

The afternoon sun hits my face as I step out of mytrailer. Sofia stands with Aurora and Lily near the cotton candy stand, her curves highlighted by her tight black dress. My mouth goes dry at the sight.

“Sofia!” I call out, watching her shoulders tense. “I need you for a minute.”

Aurora and Lily exchange knowing looks as I approach. Sofia’s cheeks flush pink.

“Ladies, if you’ll excuse us.” I place my hand on the small of Sofia’s back. “Business to discuss.”

“Of course,” Lily says, tugging Aurora’s arm. They disappear, leaving me alone with her.

“What kind of business?” Sofia turns those green eyes on me, and my resolve crumbles.

“The kind that involves getting you alone.” I guide her toward the back of the trailers, away from prying eyes. “You’re distracting me.”

“I’m talking with the girls.”

“You’re existing. That’s enough to drive me crazy.” I pull her closer, inhaling her sweet perfume. “How am I supposed to work when all I can think about is bending you over my desk?”

I push her against the wall of the trailer. Her eyes spark with surprise and desire.

“I want your mouth on me.” I reach for the button of my jeans. “Right here. Right now.”

Sofia’s breath hitches as I free my cock from its confines, but she doesn’t hesitate. Her movements are graceful and confident as she drops to her knees.

Her tongue teases the tip, flicking against the metal. I grit my teeth, my fingers tangling in her hair. “Fuck, your mouth...”

I want to thrust into the warmth of her throat, but I force myself to hold back, enjoying the torture of her tongue swirling and dancing along my length. She explores every inch, her hands resting lightly on my thighs.

But I need more. I tug on her hair, pulling her away. “Hands by your sides.”

Her breath comes in short gasps as I gather a fistful of her fiery locks, guiding her back to my cock. This time, I take control, fucking her throat as she relaxes and opens for me. Her hands remain by her sides, her back arching slightly as I thrust.

Her lips stretch around me, the slight sting of her teeth adding to the pleasure. I can feel her swallowing, taking me deeper. My grip tightens in her hair as I lose myself in the sensations.

I relish the way she takes my orders, my cock disappearing between her lips again. She’s greedy for it, those big green eyes looking up at me as she sucks and tongues my cock. Her palms rest on my thighs.

“Look at you, taking my cock so fucking well.” I tug her hair, guiding her back and forth, the pace increasing. “You’re a natural-born cock sucker, baby girl.”

I thrust into her mouth, holding her head still, my eyes fixed on hers. She whimpers, the vibrations teasing my sensitive tip. “You love this, don’t you? Being on your knees, taking what I give you.”

She moans in response, her eyes fluttering shut. I know she’s falling into that subspace where my commands rule her, and her body responds instinctually.

Her throat relaxes around me as I piston my hips,and I take advantage, fucking her mouth harder. My balls rest against her chin, slapping lightly with each thrust. She groans, the vibrations sending shocks of pleasure up my spine.

“Such a good girl.” I praise her, my tone laced with dominance. “You exist to pleasure me, don’t you, baby girl?”

She swallows around me, and I can feel the wetness of her mouth, her throat working to accommodate me. My grip tightens, pulling her hair to the point of discomfort, and she moans, her eyes screwing shut, her cheeks hollowing as she takes me deep.

My hips stutter as I struggle to hold back. “Fuck, you’re gonna make me?—”

I control myself, pulling out before I shoot my load. She’s so fucking good at that, but I need to be in her cunt.

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