Page 94 of Carnival Mayhem

Her breath comes in short gasps as I nip at her earlobe, my hand sliding between her thighs. She’s so wet, ready for us, even as she struggles against her restraints.

Colt pushes her thighs apart to expose her to my touch. I stroke her gently, feeling her tremble. Flora’s eyes squeeze shut, her lips parting as she succumbs to the pleasure.

I lean in. “You like that, don’t you, little bird?”

She whimpers, her body arching into my touch. “No, please stop.”

I step back, observing as Colt strips his clothes and settles onto the mats, his powerful body relaxed. He’s lying in wait, ready to claim her as I deliver her to him. Our little bird is squirming in my grasp, but it’s all part of the game. Colt’s dark eyes shine with anticipation, fixated on her. She’ll submit to him, but first, she’ll struggle.

“Give her to me,” he growls, his voice filled with an urgency that matches mine.

This moment, the anticipation, the chase, the surrender—it’s what we’ve been craving. I lower Flora over Colt, feeling her fight against her bonds as she hangs suspended above him, my hands tucked under her upper arms to position her easily. Slowly, I lower her, her core aligning with his eager cock.

“Do it, damn it,” he snarls, reaching up to grasp her hips.

I let go, and she is impaled in a single act onto his length, taking him deep inside her. A soft whimper escapes her lips, and her eyes widen.A frustrated cry escapes her, ever the fucking wildcat.

Colt’s hands slide up her thighs, gripping her ass as he holds her still. “Scream all you want, baby. No one’s coming to save you.”

She bucks against him, her breath coming in short gasps. “No, please, let me go!”

Even as she pleads, her body betrays her; judging by Colt’s expression, her tight pussy is clenching around him as he fills her, thighs held wide open by the ropes binding them to her ankles. Her muscles strain around him, fighting against the ropes, keeping her immobile and at our mercy. It’s a dance we’ve performed before, a ballet of seduction and control.

Colt’s hands slide up her body, claiming her breasts as he moves beneath her. Her cries of protest continue, but beneath them, I hear the soft moans of pleasure.

“Time to shut this dirty little bird up.” My voice is rough with need.

Her eyes widen at the declaration, and she presses her lips together defiantly. I smirk, stepping closer and reaching for my waistband. I can feel her gaze on me as I strip, my arousal thick and heavy in my hand.

I stroke my rock-hard cock, pressing it to her lips.

“Open wide, little bird,” I murmur. “Surrender that pretty mouth of yours.”

Flora’s eyes flash defiantly, and she pinches her lips together.

“We’re playing that game, are we?” I ask, pinching her nose to force her mouth open.

A frustrated growl escapes her lips which I silence with a thrust of my hips, choking her with my dick. A groan tears from me at the feel of her mouth and the subtle caress of her tongue. Using my free hand, I take a fistful of her hair and take control.

“Those gorgeous lips of yours belong wrapped around my cock. Deep-throating me while Colt fucks you.”

Flora moans around me, and I hold her hair back, giving her a clear path to worship me. Thrusting gently into the back of her throat, Colt pounds into her.

Colt’s not going to last much longer from the sounds he’s making, meaning it’s time to test Flora’s capacity for pleasure.

As I pull out, Flora’s lips are connected to me by a string of saliva.

“Lie back on Colt’s chest like a good girl,” I order.

Colt steads her as she complies,)her eyes alight with curiosity as she rests on Colt’s chest.

“Why?” she asks, her voice laced with anticipation.

“No questions,” I respond, a hint of authority in my tone.

Her breath hitches as I kneel before her, grabbing her thighs and forcing them wider.

Slowly, I rub the head of my cock against her clit, feeling her body’s instinctive response.

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