Page 39 of Carnival Shadows

“I’ve been thinking about this since the first moment I saw you watching me.” He punctuates each word with a brutal thrust. “Fantasizing about lifting you up and down my cock like a fucking slutty little doll.”

His words only add fuel to the fire, making me clench around him as my orgasm builds. I bite my lip, fighting for control, wanting to draw this out as long as possible. But with each filthy word from his lips, with each brutal thrust of his hips, he tears another shred of control from my grasp.

“Come for me.” It’s not a request but a command my body can’t deny.

My release shatters me, my back arching as pleasure washes over me in violent waves. My cunt pulses and clenches around his thick cock.

He doesn’t stop, thrusting deep and hard, his eyes never leaving mine. My back slams against the wall, each impact jolting through me, building the pressure. His hands grip my hips, marking me with bruises that I’ll cherish later.

His cock pulses inside me, and I feel the warmth of his release. My whole body tenses as he fills me, my muscles clenching around him in response. Remy buries his face in my neck, his breathing ragged, but he doesn’t stop moving.

I’m greedy for more, my body on edge, still craving every last bit of him. He seems to know this because he keeps thrusting until every drop is spent. I’m boneless, sated, but still desperate. I can’t get enough.

Remy doesn’t speak. He carries me back to his bed, his semi-hard dick still nestled inside me. He lowers us onto the mattress, my legs still wrapped around his waist and the entire length of his body pressed to mine. I savor the feeling of him stretching me, owning me.

He nuzzles into my neck, his stubble grazing my sensitive skin. “Your greedy little pussy can keep my dick warm for the night.” His voice is deep and rough, sending shivers down my spine. “A pacifier for your whorish tendencies.”

At his words, I can’t help but moan. The sensation of being filled, surrounded by him, combined with his dirty talk, has me leaking again.

Remy chuckles darkly, his hips rolling slightly, his cock giving a twitch inside me. “Fuck, you really are insatiable.” He bites my earlobe and whispers, “My own little sex doll.”

I listen to the sound of his heart, feeling his pulse in time with mine. At this moment, surrounded by the scent of sex and the warmth of his skin, I feel safe in a way that makes no sense. Outside of this trailer, beyond this carnival, people are disappearing, and I’m fairly certain Remy has something to do with it.

Yet here I am, nestled in the arms of the man I’ve stalked, the object of my obsession. I’ve invaded his space, crossed boundaries that would make anyone else run for the hills, yet he’s holding me now.

Something is calming about this moment, something that feels almost domestic. Remy, the dangerous enigma I’ve been stalking, now holds me like I’m precious. A rush of conflicted emotions wash over me as his lips press against my skin. I can’t deny that I want more of this, even knowing it’s a dangerous fantasy that will likely shatter with the coming morning light.

Remy exhales, his breath tickling the fine hairs on my neck, and I feel him relax. My eyelids grow heavy as I trace the lines of his tattoos, committing them to memory.

My pussy clenches around his cock, which is still embedded deep inside me, and my thighs instinctively tighten against his hips. My body craves more even as my mind slips toward sleep. A soft sigh escapes my lips, and I snuggle closer.

I blink, fighting to keep my eyes open, wanting to memorize this moment. The moonlight streaming through the window casts a soft glow on Remy’s face, softening his sharp edges.

My eyelids flutter and drift closed. Our mingled scent envelops me in a heady cloud.

The lingering excitement from our explosive encounter fades into a pleasant ache throughout my body. I feel sated, fulfilled, and the soft throb between my legs reminds me of what a good fuck he is.

I drift deeper, falling into a dreamless sleep. In the nothingness of sleep, I’m safe.

20

REMY

“Well, good morning to me,” I mutter, feeling my dick nestled deep inside Eden’s pussy. I wake up, and it’s still fucking hard, maybe even harder than before. I flex my hips, pushing it in deeper, and can’t help but groan at the sensation. She slept like a damn log all night, but that tight grip of hers around my cock never let up.

Shit, she’s still asleep. I start to pull out, but then I think, fuck it, and push back in slow and steady. Damn, it’s like the chick was made for me. I feel her body relax even further, her breathing soft and even, as I begin to slowly thrust in and out. I take it easy, keeping the pace gentle, not wanting to wake her yet. It’s too damn good, being inside her like this while she’s all mine and so fucking innocent in her sleep.

I let one hand drift up to her tits, cupping a soft, full breast. I squeeze gently, thumb grazing a taut nipple, and her body responds with a subtle undulation. Her pussy tightens around me, and I let out a soft groan, stilling my hips. I don’t want to wake her, not yet. I want to enjoy this a little longer. Just me and her body, totally under my control.

But my damn cock has other ideas. It’s starting to take over, wanting to pound into her, claim her hard and fast. I bite backa groan and force myself to hold back. I need to draw this out, make it last, but damn if my cock won’t listen to reason. Maybe it’s all those hours of watching as she stalked me, fantasizing about what I’d do if I ever got my hands on her. Or maybe it’s just that her body is perfect, made to fit mine—made to take my cock and keep me wanting more.

I move my hand down, sliding it between our bodies to rub her clit, feeling her get wetter for me. I let my hips take over, thrusting harder, faster, no longer giving a shit about waking her. I want her to feel it and know she’s mine. My free hand grabs her hip, holding her in place as I fuck her, taking what’s mine by right.

Finally, she starts to wake, her eyes fluttering open. For a moment, there’s confusion in those green depths. Then, her gaze meets mine, and everything crashes into focus.

“Remy,” she gasps, and her hips stutter. I thrust into her harder and roll her onto her back, taking advantage.

I groan, my hips stuttering as I lose control, finally pounding into her with everything I’ve got. I smile down at her, watching as awareness spreads across her face. “Good morning, little stalker. Did you sleep well?”

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