Page 58 of Carnival Master

A deep groan escapes me at her words. Remy echoes the sound as he pulls out his cock, wrapping his hand around it.

I slam into Sofia harder, spurred on by Remy’s heavy breathing and the rhythmic sound of his hand working his length. My possessive side should be furious; I should want to tear him apart for looking at what’s mine. But something is intoxicating about being watched, about showing everyone that Sofia belongs to me.

“Fuck,” Remy grunts, his hand moving faster.

I trust him—that’s what makes this okay. He knows his place, knows this is just watching. My grip tightens on Sofia’s hips as I pound into her.

I smirk, watching her reactions. I do this best—orchestrating a show, commanding attention, anddrawing out reactions. Only now, instead of the center ring, I’m between the trailers with my cock buried deep in Sofia’s pussy.

Sofia’s pupils are blown wide as her eyes dart between me and Remy, lingering on his hand and stroking his length.

“You like seeing what you do to him, baby girl?” I thrust deeper, making her gasp. “How hard your perfect fucking body gets him?”

She bites her lip, those green eyes locking with mine. “Yes... God, yes. It’s so hot being watched like this.” Her hands grip my shoulders tighter. “Showing him that I’m yours.”

Something snaps inside me at her words. Mine. I crash my lips against hers, claiming her mouth as I pound into her relentlessly.

Her pussy clenches around me, her body convulsing with pleasure. I feel her nails dig into my shoulders as she rides out her climax, her juices flooding my cock. That sensation, combined with the sight of her green eyes rolling back in ecstasy, pushes me over the edge.

With a deep groan, I thrust one last time, burying myself as deeply as possible within her. My cum spills deep inside her.

Remy grunts as he reaches his own climax.

Despite already coming, I give her one last deep thrust, feeling the aftershocks of her climax squeeze my cock. I hold still, my eyes closing as I savor the euphoric sensation.

“Fuck, baby girl.” I pull out, my legs feeling like jelly,as I tuck myself back into my pants. “You’re something else.”

Sofia straightens her blouse and skirt, her chest heaving as she looks up at me through her lashes. “You, too.”

I take a moment to catch my breath, my heart rate slowly returning to normal. I glance over at Remy, who has tucked himself back into his jeans.

I stand and stride over to him, feeling a sudden surge of possessiveness. This is my territory, my carnival, and Sofia—she’s mine.

“Listen,” I say. “She gave you a show, and I gave you permission. But if you ever touch her...” I pause, letting my gaze speak for me. “...there will be hell to pay.”

Remy’s eyes widen, and he holds up his hands. “No way, Tyson. I know the rules. I know she’s yours.”

I study him for a moment, seeing the sincerity in his eyes. Good. Remy’s loyal, and he knows better than to cross me.

“Appreciate it.” I clap him on the shoulder. “Now, I suggest you get back to work. We’ve got a carnival to run.”

He nods and hurries off, likely embarrassed now that the arousal has worn off. Can’t say I blame him.

But me? I’m feeling pretty fucking satisfied. This is what I live for—the thrill of voyeurism and the rush of power that comes with possessing someone as perfect as Sofia.

I glance back at Sofia. Her cheeks are flushed, her eyes sparkling with a combination of arousal and something more.

“You okay?” I approach her, unable to resist her magnetic pull on me.

She nods, her chest rising and falling rapidly. “Yeah... just a lot to process.” A playful smile dances on her lips. “I’ve never done anything like that before.”

I chuckle, reaching out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “Well, we make quite the team, don’t we?”

She ducks her head. “Guess so.”

The sight of her, all flushed and disheveled, does something to me. I want to keep her like this forever, always wanting and needing me. I shake my head, clearing my thoughts.

“Come on, I’ll walk you back.” I offer her my arm, and she loops hers through mine. “We have work to do.”

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