Page 20 of Carnival Mayhem

Nash cups my cheek, his thumb brushing my bottom lip. “Shh, little bird. It’s okay. I’ve got you.”

His eyes, deep and unreadable, hold mine captive. I feel like he’s looking into my soul, seeing the darkest corners of my mind. It should scare me, but it doesn’t. I feel understood in a way I’ve never experienced before.

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NASH

“Please...” Flora whispers.

She’s beautiful like this, her cheeks flushed, her body trembling in anticipation of what’s to come. I step closer, savoring the power I hold over her.

“Please, what, little bird?” I ask softly, my voice husky with need.

She hesitantly bites her lip before whispering, “Please take me.”

My breath catches at her words. This power exchange—it’s more than physical. She’s handing me her trust making herself vulnerable and, somehow it feels like here, now with us, is the first time she’s ever done that of her own free will. We’re the first to see her like this—completely exposed and wanting.

I know what she asks, but I want to hear her say it. I want her to acknowledge the deeper surrender that’s taking place here tonight. “You want me to fuck you?”

She nods, a mix of shame and desire flitting across her face.

“Say it,” I coax, my voice gentle but firm. “Use your words, baby.”

Her eyes meet mine, and I see not just desire but a deeper need for connection. “I want you to fuck me, Nash. Please.”

Hearing my name on her lips sends a bolt of desire straight to my cock. I ache to be inside her, to claim her, but I force myself to take it slow.

I lean in and whisper, “You’re doing so well. So fucking brave. But I want to hear you say it again. I want you to tell me exactly what you need.”

Her breath catches, and her chest rises and falls rapidly as she processes my request. “I need you to fuck me, Nash. I need you to make me forget.”

“Forget what, angel?” Colt asks.

“Everything,” she says softly, her eyes not meeting mine. “Make me forget it all.”

I rub the head of my dick through her wet pussy, soaking wet with her arousal and Colt’s release. I feel my cock throb at the thought of being coated by both of them. “I can do that. I can make you forget. But first, I want you to look at me.”

Her eyes lift to meet mine, and I see the hope reflected there. I tilt her chin up with my finger, exposing her slender neck. “That’s it. Look at me while I take you. Watch me as I make you mine.”

Her body tenses beneath me, a delicate mix of fear and excitement. I reach out and cup her breast with one hand, pinching her tight nipple gently, then harder until she gasps.

I position myself at her entrance, the tip of my cock teasing her wetness. With my hand, I guide myself into her, inch by inch, savoring the way she clenches around me.

“There you go, little bird,” I murmur. “Take it all.”

Her breath catches as I sink into her, her eyes flicking to Colt, who watches us with his hand on his still semi-hard cock. I hold her gaze, watching the emotions play across her face: uncertainty, arousal, and something deeper.

I pull out slowly, enjoying the way she whimpers at the loss, then thrust back into her with purpose. I set a relentless pace,her soft body arching with each stroke. Her legs wrap around my waist, pulling me deeper.

I love the shape of her. Those full breasts moving without restraint, that slender waist that widens out into womanly hips. She’s soft and sweet, sexy and lithe all at once.

And Colt, for the first time I can let my eyes take him in without stealing a glance and then feeling ashamed about it. His strong legs, narrow hips, and the hint of hair that travels from his belly button down to the base of that cock. I think of all the times I’ve wanted to… no, I’ve never let myself go there.

Colt steps closer, his eyes flicking between us, taking in the sight of my cock disappearing into her, over and over. I can see the need in his eyes, and I wonder if it’s the sight of my dick or her cunt that gets him going.

“You like that, don’t you? Feeling so full.”

She nods, her breath coming in short gasps. “Yes... oh God, yes.”

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