Page 57 of Carnival Master

I step back, and she stares at me with confusion and desire warring in her eyes. “On all fours for me.”

Her emerald eyes flash as she maneuvers herself onto all fours between the trailers. Her chest rises and falls with anticipation.

I kneel behind her, my fingers curling around her hips. With one smooth motion, I slide deep inside her, thrusting into her with purpose.

Her nails dig into the dirt while I grip her hips tighter, the slap of skin reverberating through the air.

“You like it rough, don’t you?” I ask. “You like it when I take what I want.”

She whimpers, her head hanging low as I piston my hips. My clothed chest covers her back as I lean forwardand reach around to squeeze her breasts, rolling her tight nipple through her blouse between my fingers. “Tell me you want more.”

“Please,” she gasps, her voice hitching. “More, Ty. Harder.”

Her words send a rush of heat through my veins, and I tighten my grip on her hips, pounding into her with abandon. The trailers shake with the force of my thrusts, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the air.

I groan, my eyes squeezing tightly as I lose myself in the sensations. Her pussy clenches around me, milking my cock, and I know I won’t last much longer.

“You like it when I breed that tight pussy, don’t you?” I growl, pulling her hair back to whisper in her ear. “Making you mine.”

I revel in the wicked sound of her flesh meeting mine. My cock glides smoothly in and out of her slick heat, the friction sending sparks of pleasure through my body.

I pull her hair back harder, tilting her head to the side to expose her neck. I nip at the sensitive skin with my teeth, marking her as mine. Her moans become sharper, louder, each signaling that I’m doing something right.

“Louder, baby girl,” I encourage. “Let everyone hear how much you love my cock.”

But my focus is interrupted by a flicker of movement from the corner of my eye. Remy stands frozen in his tracks with wide eyes. My first instinct is to tell him to fuck off, but something holds me back. I’ve always beenan exhibitionist, enjoying the thrill of sex clubs and voyeurism.

I grind my teeth, my cock buried deep inside Sofia as I consider the possibilities. Remy shifts his weight, his eyes glued to Sofia’s body.

“We have an audience,” I murmur in Sofia’s ear. “It’s up to you if he stays or goes.”

“What?” She twists her head, her eyes widening as she notices Remy. Her body tenses, all the blood rushing to her cheeks. “Oh...”

I tighten my grip on her hips. “It’s your call. You want to give him a show?”

She hesitates, her body stilling momentarily before she surprises me by relaxing. “Let him stay,” she breathes.

A smile spreads across my face. “As you wish.”

I rock my hips, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back into her, drawing a cry from her that echoes through the space between the trailers. I watch Remy’s eyes, taking pleasure in the way he studies Sofia’s body, his pupils dilated with desire.

I lean forward again. “You’ve got his full attention, baby girl. He’s loving the show.”

Her breath hitches, and I know she wants to be watched at that moment. The thought excites me, and I thrust harder, my balls slapping against her clit.

She whimpers, her hands reaching back to grip my thighs. Together, we move in perfect sync.

Remy shifts his weight, his hand rubbing his crotch as he watches. I smirk. He’s enjoying the show, getting off on our raw, animalistic fucking.

But it’s not enough. The devil on my shoulder whispers, and I listen. With a quick movement, I flip Sofia onto her back, her legs wrapping around my waist as I tower over her.

“What a sight you are.” I trail my fingers down her body, from her throat to the swell of her breasts. “Exhibiting yourself so beautifully.”

I hear Remy clear his throat and glance over. His hand hovers at his zipper, eyes questioning. The bastard wants to jerk off watching us.

“Baby girl,” I murmur, slowing my thrusts. “Remy wants to stroke his cock while he watches me fuck you. What do you think about that?”

Sofia’s eyes dart to Remy, her chest heaving. She bites her lip, considering, before nodding. “Yes... let him.”

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