Page 84 of Carnival Master

She’s begging me to keep going, to push her beyond the limits of what she’s known.

Her body is a symphony beneath mine, every movement a new note, a new chord that fills the night air with a song only we can hear. I thrust into her, again and again, each movement deliberate, meant to elicit a response.

“You’re perfect, baby girl,” I growl, my voice deeper than I’ve ever heard. I wonder if it’s the mask transforming my voice or how she makes me feel—powerful, primal, in control. “You’re everything I want, everything I need.” I punctuate my words with each stroke of my cock. “Look at me.”

She looks at me over her shoulder. Her eyes shine like emeralds in the darkness, burning with a passion that matches mine.

“You’re my good girl,” I tell her, watching her face as I say the words. “My perfect submissive.”

With each movement, her moans echo through the woods, music that emboldens me, urging me to take her harder, make her feel even more.

My hands trail down her spine, over the curve of her hips, to the soft skin of her thighs. My fingers dip lower until I brush her clit. A strangled cry escapes her, and her body jerks at the contact. Her walls clench around me as she struggles to find purchase.

“You like that?” I whisper into the night air. “When I touch you there?”

She nods, eyes forward. “Y-yes.”

“Do you like it when I make you come?” I continueto rub her clit in slow, torturous circles, my hips slamming into her. “Let me hear your voice, Sofia.”

“I—I like when you touch me.” Her words are choppy, broken by her erratic breaths. “Please, Ty, I?—”

“You what?” I stop my movements. “Tell me what you want.”

She gasps, her body trembling. “I want—I want you to keep touching me. Please.”

“Like this?” I tease, rubbing her slowly.

“Yes—please.” Her hips roll in time with my thrusts. “More.”

“Do you want to come for me?” I ask, my voice low and gravelly. My fingers still work their magic as my hips piston. “Beg me for it.”

“Please, Ty,” she whimpers. “Please, let me come.”

“Not until you admit it.” I pull out almost entirely, then slide back into her heat. “Not until you say that you want me to breed you. That you want to feel me pumping my cum deep inside that tight cunt.”

My thighs slap against her ass with each plunge. “Say it,” I order, quickening my pace. “Let me know how much you want me to breed you.”

“I want—oh, God—” She breaks off with a cry, her walls clenching around me as her orgasm builds. “I want you to breed me, Ty. Fill me up and make me come at the same time.”

“That’s my good girl.” I thrust with abandon, her words reverberating through me. My fingers working her clit even faster. “Come for me, baby. Come all over my cock and clench me so tight that I fill you with cum.”

As her orgasm crashes over her, her walls clenchingand releasing in waves, I release my own pent-up desire, filling her with my release, branding her as mine.

“That’s it,” I whisper. “Take my cum, baby girl.”

Together, we ride the waves of our climaxes, our bodies entwined in the darkness of the woods. At last, I slow my movements, easing her down from her high. She collapses against the forest floor, her breathing ragged, her body relaxed in the aftermath of her release.

Easing my dick out of her, I roll onto my side and push up on one arm, using my free hand to slide the mask up and off my face, tossing it to the side. Her eyes open, a question in their emerald depths.

Brushing the hair from her face, I see everything I never knew I wanted until I met her.

“I love you, Ty,” she whispers. “I know it’s crazy to say, with everything that’s happened and only knowing you for such a short time. I love you so much it scares me sometimes.”

My heart pounds against my ribs. For years, I’ve kept everyone at arm’s length, convinced that love was a weakness I couldn’t afford. But Sofia... she changed everything.

“I love you too.” The words come easier than I expected, as natural as breathing. “You’re everything to me.”

She reaches up, her fingers tracing the line of my jaw. “Really?”

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