Page 34 of Carnival Mayhem

“Not yet.” His voice is firm, his breath hot against my ear. His fingers slide out of me, making me whimper, but then he strokes me again, right where I need it, and my body aches uncontrollably. “I want you begging for my cock.”

My knuckles are white as I grip the pillow, pressing my face into the softness to muffle my cries. Nash teases my entrance, circling but not entering, his fingers coated in my wetness. I whimper at the loss of contact, my core clenching desperately.

“You like that, don’t you?” His tongue swipes against my earlobe, his lips brushing my ear. “You like being denied.”

“Yes,” I whimper, my cheeks burning. “Please, Nash, I need you. Please.”

He chuckles, the sound sending shivers down my spine. “Not yet. I want you to remember this.”

The pressure builds inside me, threatening to overwhelm my senses. Nash continues to stroke and tease, pushing me closer to the edge. I feel like I’m drowning in sensations, and he’s the only thing keeping me afloat.

“Please... Nash...” I’m not sure what I’m pleading for anymore—release, more, him. Everything and anything.

His fingers slide out of me again, trailing down to circle my clit lazily. I look over my shoulder, and he delights as I squirm, his dark gaze burning into mine. My hair is tangled, my body covered in a sheen of sweat, and I’ve never felt more alive.

“Please, what?” His thumb presses against me, slow and purposeful. “Tell me what you want.”

The sensation has me seesawing, hovering on the precipice of something all-consuming. “Please... fuck me. God, Nash, I need you inside me.”

“You’ll take it when I give it to you,” he growls, his thumb circling my clit relentlessly. “Not before.”

A strangled sound escapes my throat. I don’t know how much more I can take. My head falls back as his fingers delve back inside me.

“Don’t be shy, little bird,” he encourages. “Let me hear how much you crave it.”

I can’t speak, can’t form words. My walls clench around his fingers, craving more, needing release. “Nash, please... please...”

“Shh.” His fingers slip out of me and find my clit again, rubbing slow, teasing circles that make me squirm. “Not until I say so, remember?”

I’m sobbing, begging for more, and Nash is relentless. With every stroke of his fingers, with every caress of his tongue, he pushes me closer to the edge, only to back off at the last moment, letting me tumble back into the abyss. I don’t know how much longer I can take this delicious torture, but I don’t want it to end.

Nash’s touch is everywhere and nowhere, a ghost haunting my most sensitive spots. His tongue dances along my spine as his fingers graze my nipples, teasing me, tormenting me. My skin is alive with sensation, every inch of me singing with need. “Please, Nash...”

In response, he spreads my legs wider, kissing the backs of my thighs, his fingers dipping between my folds but never quite giving me what I crave. “Soon. It’s all coming soon.” His breath is hot against my skin as his fingers continue their maddening dance.

His mouth travels up my spine, his lips skating along my shoulder blades as he pushes me forward. I cry out as he nips at my neck, my body yearning to be filled. His fingers continuetheir teasing exploration, circling, stroking, but never entering. I can feel the slickness between my legs, the ache building, threatening to consume me. “Nash, please... I need you. Now.”

He chuckles, the sound warm against my ear. “Not yet. Not until I say so.” His fingers slide inside me, filling me, only to withdraw again, leaving me empty and wanting. “You have to earn it. Every inch.”

“I’ll do anything,” I moan, my body burning with the need to come. My core clenches uselessly as his fingers tease me, rubbing circles around my clit, dipping into my entrance but never truly claiming me. “Anything you want, just please let me come.”

“Tell me what you want,” Nash commands, his voice a low purr that sends shivers down my spine. His fingers curl around my hips, guiding me back so I’m flush against his chest.

I whimper as his cock rubs against my core, his length hard and insistent.

“You know what I want.” My voice comes out as a needy whisper. I look over my shoulder, meeting his dark gaze. “I want you to fuck me, Nash. I want to feel you inside me.”

A cruel smile crosses his lips as he reaches around, his fingers finding my clit. He rubs his cock through my folds, his touch electric, and I can’t help but buck against him.

“I know what you want.” His voice is a silken thread of temptation. “But do you know what I want to hear?”

My breath comes in short gasps as he teases me relentlessly. He knows what I want, what I crave, and he’s torturing me with it. “Please...” The plea escapes my lips before I can stop it. “Please, Nash. I need you.”

His thumb rubs circles around my clit, his cock pressed against my entrance but not entering. “Tell me exactly what you want me to do to you.”

The words tumble from my lips, fueled by desperation. “I want you to fill me, Nash. I want your big dick pounding into me, claiming me as yours.”

A low growl rumbles in his chest, vibrating against my back. “And if I do that, will you come for me? Right here, on my cock?”

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