Page 86 of Carnival Master

His mouth travels lower, worshipping the curve of my breasts, the swell of my hips, his tongue swirling overmy navel. He teases me with gentle bites, making me squirm as I crave more.

“Please,” I whimper, my breath hitching as he nuzzles the sensitive skin of my inner thigh.

He chuckles, looking up at me with a wicked gleam. “Not yet.”

With nimble fingers, he pulls my panties slowly down my legs. I lift my hips to help, eager to feel his mouth on me. But instead of giving me what I crave, he kisses my thighs. I moan softly, arching my back as the sensation shoots straight to my core.

“You like that?” He teases.

“Yes,” I whisper, biting my lip as he mouths the sensitive skin of my inner thigh.

Finally, he licks my pussy, and I cry out at the first touch of his tongue. He laps at my folds, teasing my clit with gentle flicks. His fingers join the dance, plunging inside me.

I tighten my grip on his hair, tangling my fingers in the soft strands as I arch off the rug, urging him on. “Ty, please... I need you inside me.”

He chuckles against my sensitive flesh. “As you wish, my gorgeous girl.”

In one smooth motion, he stands and kicks off his pants, freeing his thick, pierced length. I watch him in awe, my body throbbing with need. He steps closer, positioning himself at my entrance.

Ty teases my clit with his piercing, the magic cross sending electric shocks through my core. I ache for him to make me whole.

He slides inside, the piercing hitting all the rightspots. It’s one of his bigger bars, with bigger barbells, and it’s exactly what my body craves.

“Oh, God, yes,” I moan, tilting my hips to take him deeper.

The stretch burns so sweetly, and I relish the slight pain as my body adjusts. “More,” I beg, needing to feel every inch of him.

Ty obliges, pulling out entirely before thrusting back in. I cry out, my fingers digging into his muscular back as he moves relentlessly.

“You like that, baby girl?” His voice is thick with desire. “My cock marking you as mine?”

“Yes,” I gasp. “It’s perfect. More, Master. Harder.”

He grunts, grasping my hips and lifting me to meet his powerful thrusts. The slap of our bodies fills the tent, mingling with my shameless moans.

I stare into his passionate eyes as we move together, caught in the frenzy of our need. The piercing ignites fireworks within me, threatening to push me over the edge.

“So close,” I whisper. “Don’t stop, Master.”

“Never.” His promise sends a rush of pleasure through me, and I shatter, crying out his name as my core clenches around him.

“Good girl,” he purrs, but the look in his eyes tells me he’s not done. Pulling out of me, he gently pushes me onto my stomach. I bite my lip, anticipating the stretch, as he pulls out the butt plug embedded within me. I spent the whole show with it nestled inside, a delicious secret that made my movementsmore sensual.

As the thick silicone leaves my body, I sigh with a mix of pleasure and relief. But the respite is brief as Ty pulls out a small bottle of lube from his jacket, and I watch over my shoulder as he coats his hard length in it.

I brace myself on all fours, closing my eyes and waiting for the divine invasion—the sharp pleasure I yearn for.

The stretch comes suddenly as he pushes inside, filling me up. I cry out, my fingernails digging into the rug to anchor myself. Ty’s hands grip my hips, holding me still as he starts fucking me.

The pressure is exquisite as he pushes deeper, each thrust waking nerve endings I never knew I had. “Fuck, baby, your ass is so tight.” His grip on my hips bruising.

“It belongs to you, Master,” I reply, breathless. I breathe through the intensity, relishing the stretch and burn.

I’ve grown to crave this—the way he takes what he wants, commanding my body to pleasure him. There’s no room for hesitation anymore, only surrender.

“That’s right, baby girl. You know who owns you.” He pulls out almost entirely before slamming back into me.

I cry out, my head hanging down as my body shakes with the force. “Yes, Master. More, please! Claim me.”

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