Page 54 of Carnival Master

“Don’t hold back.” He pulls back, stroking my clit with his thumb as he speaks. “I want to hear that beautiful voice of yours. Scream for me.” And then he returns his tongue, flicking at my clit in a way that sends me over the edge again.

“Ty!” I cry out again as my orgasm crashes over me, my back arching off the bed. “Oh, God, don’t stop.”

But he does stop, at least for a moment. He pulls away, his eyes consuming the image of me, stretched out in front of him, completely exposed.

“Look at you, all sprawled out for me.” His fingers trace lazy patterns on my inner thighs. “I want to taste every inch of this beautiful body.”

I’m unable to respond, panting and quivering from the intensity of my release. I feel boneless, like my limbs might just melt into the bed.

“I’ve been dreaming about this every damn night since your dad locked you away.” He bends to kiss my inner thigh, his lips brushing the sensitive skin. “Ialready can’t get enough of eating your pussy, but there’s so much more to explore.”

His lips leave a trail of fire as he kisses his way up my body, pausing to tease my breasts before his mouth finds mine. I can taste myself on his lips, and I moan, pulling him closer and devouring him.

“So fucking beautiful.” His hand cups my cheek, his thumb brushing over my lower lip.

Our eyes lock, and I see the inferno burning in his gaze. This man would burn the world down for me.

His thumb strokes my swollen lower lip. “You’re floating on cloud nine, aren’t you, baby girl?”

I nod, my whole body humming with pleasure. “Mmm, you know how to make a girl feel good.”

“I’m just getting started.” His lips crash down on mine, devouring me once more.

He steps out of his jeans and boxers, and I’m left breathless at seeing him. Hard muscle, powerful thighs, and a throbbing cock that promises delicious pleasure.

My eyes are drawn to his piercing—that damn magic cross that turns me into a puddle every time I see it. I can already feel it—that perfect mix of pleasure and pain.

“Ready for this?” His voice is low and husky, sending shivers down my spine.

I nod, unable to form words, as I watch him take himself in hand, stroking his length slowly, the metal of his piercing glinting in the light.

“Fuck, I love how you look at me.” He inches closer, his cock twitching as he strokes himself. “Like I’m the only man on the planet for you.”

It’s true. I’m transfixed by him, every muscle, every movement, every ripple of his flesh as he moves closer. Even after everything, after all the danger and my father’s threats, all I want is him. This man standing before me, hard and hungry, is the only thing in the world I need.

“Now, I’ll make you feel so good.” He climbs back onto the bed and teases my swollen clit with the tip of his cock.

The metal of his piercing brushes against me, sending sparks through my core. It’s so damn sensitive.

“Please, Ty.” I’m begging already. “Stop teasing.”

“But I’m enjoying myself.” He drags his cock against my clit again, a slow, excruciatingly delicious drag that makes me cry out. “I don’t want to rush this.”

“You know exactly what you’re doing to me.” I squirm under his touch, my body thrumming with need. “A little more, and I’m going to explode.”

“Mmm, I like it when you get demanding.” He chuckles, his warm breath tickling my sensitive skin. “Tell me exactly what you need.”

“I need you inside me.” My voice is strained, raw with desire. “Now, Ty, please.”

He chuckles again and lines himself up with my entrance. “You sure about that? This cock is gonna stretch you wide.”

“Yes,” I breathe, trying to push back against him, but he holds me still. “I want all of you.”

With a firm grip on his thick cock, he pushes inside me and fills me inch by inch. I’m so wet, but he still has to go slowly. It’s a tight fit, and he knows it. Heenjoys torturing me with it. But soon, he’s buried to the hilt.

“Fuck, you feel amazing.” His groan reverberates through me, his hands squeezing my hips. “So damn tight around my cock.”

He starts to move, pulling back almost all the way and then thrusting deep once more, setting a relentless pace. He knows how much I love the feel of his cock stretching me, taking me, branding me as his. There’s an edge of desperation to his movements, like he’s been waiting for this moment just as much as I have, even though we’ve had each other before. Our few days apart felt like an eternity.

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