Page 36 of Carnival Shadows

She shakes her head again. Her body responds despite her false protests. She’s so damn wet, soaking my thighs.

“You want to be a good girl, don’t you?” I tease, nuzzling her neck. “Want to be good for me? Take my cock and come.”

“Yes,” she whimpers, her eyes squeezed shut. “Yes, please.”

“That’s it.” I pull all the way out and slam. Back in, bending her further to my will. “Take my cock, baby. Fuck me back.”

Her hips move with mine, timidly at first, then with growing urgency. Her breath comes in short gasps as she falls into a rhythm with me.

“Good girl,” I praise. “Take every inch.”

With each thrust, I drive her deeper into the mattress, relishing the way she groans.

“Harder,” she pants, surprising herself as much as she surprises me. “Please, Remy, fuck me harder.”

I give her what she wants, pounding into her with abandon. The bed groans, the headboard hitting the trailer wall with each thrust. Her cries echo off the metal walls. I release her wrist and cover her mouth with one hand, muffling her screams as I bury myself inside her again and again.

“You like that, don’t you?” I grunt, pulling out almost all the way, then driving back into her tight cunt. “Like it rough. Like being held down, my hands on your throat, my cock pounding into your tight little cunt.” I release her mouth and palm her perfect tit in one hand, thumb brushing her erect nipple, while the other remains around her throat.

“Yes,” she whimpers, her nails digging into my skin now I’m no longer restraining her wrists. “Yes, fuck me. Harder, Remy, please. Harder.”

I give her what she craves, each thrust punishing, relentless. My hands are bruising her soft skin, but she doesn’t want gentle, sweet love making. She craves the edge, the danger, the fantasy made real.

The sound of our sex fills the trailer. I feel the coil in my stomach, that delicious tension building. My balls tighten, ready to explode.

“Close,” I grit out, my thrusts becoming frenzied. “Fuck, I’m so fucking close.”

Eden moans beneath me, her back arching, lifting her hips to meet each punishing thrust. The scent of her arousal and our sweat-covered bodies fills my nostrils.

“Come for me, baby,” I groan. “Come on my cock.”

She cries out, her body convulsing around me. I feel her slickness coat my thighs as she comes, gripping my cock, her breasts heaving as she sobs with the force of her orgasm.

“Damn, you’re perfect,” I praise, thrusting relentlessly through her climax. “Take every fucking inch.”

With a final, punishing thrust, I explode inside her. She cries out again as I fill her, her body trembling in the aftershocks of her orgasm. My hips stutter, buried deep inside her as I ride out my release.

“There,” I pant, burying my face in her neck. “That’s what you’ve been wanting. To be taken by force. To be fucked hard by a masked stranger. Isn’t that right, Eden?”

She lies beneath me, her body glistening with sweat. Her eyes remain closed, her chest rising and falling rapidly. I pull out slowly, hating the loss of connection.

She whimpers, opening her eyes to meet mine. Her gaze is filled with shame, confusion, and longing. The fantasy collides with reality, and she can’t process it all.

“You enjoyed that, didn’t you?” I ask, stroking her cheek. “Being dominated, forced to take my cock.”

Eden bites her lip, unable to meet my eyes. “Yes,” she whispers finally. “But it’s not—I don’t understand why.”

I pull her into my arms, holding her trembling body close. “It’s okay,” I murmur into her hair, smoothing it from her face.

“Time for sleep.” I release her and stand, removing the mask. “Get on your mattress.”

Eden hesitates, her eyes darting between me and the mattress on the floor.

I arch an eyebrow, waiting.

She slowly moves, wrapping her arms around herself as she settles onto the makeshift bed. I watch her pull the blanket around her shoulders, her green eyes watching me warily. I turn off the light, leaving only the faint glow from outside filtering through the window. The springs of my bed creak as I lie down, keeping my back to her.

The silence stretches between us, broken only by her uneven breathing. I close my eyes, listening to her every small movement as she tries to get comfortable on the floor.

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