Page 106 of Carnival
“Yeah?” He mumbles. “Did you miss me, or did you miss my cock in your pretty cunt? Or maybe the way my cock is stretching you to perfection? Or perhaps, did you miss my cum inside you, leaking for days?”
A low whimper of pure desire slips from my lips, and when James’ teeth graze the sensitive flesh on the spot where my shoulder meets my neck, I force myself to hold on a little longer.
“Don’t you dare come without my permission,’’ he growls, the threat behind his words indisputable. “You’ll come only when I tell you. And you’ll wait, because I want to feel your cunt squeeze all of my cum out of me.’’
I pick up the pace, riding him faster. The movements become sloppier the needier I become, and I struggle to control myself. The smell of freshly fallen snow, mixed with the scent that James always seems to have on him, sends my mind into an overdrive.
His lips move to my throat, sucking, biting, and leaving a mark in their wake. He doesn’t stop until the entire area is left with his love bites. He pulls his head back a little, looking at his handiwork.
“So fucking beautiful,’’ he moans out. “All marked up by me, face splashed with blood. You’re the definition of perfection, hellion.’’
He reaches up to cup my cheek, his thumb gathering some of the blood off my chin, then pushing it into my mouth. My tongue circles around his thumb, and I keep a steady rhythm, moving up and down on his cock while sucking the blood off his thumb.
His eyes darken a shade, desire coursing through him. Goosebumps prickle my skin, the intensity of his gaze making me pick up the pace. His jaw tightens, but his eyes remain locked on mine, as if he’s daring me to look away.
I don’t look away. I continue to look at him, the sound of our bodies moving together filling my ears, the scent of raw, unfiltered sex reaching my nose, and it’s the best fucking scent I’ve smelled in a while.
“You belong to me, Rosalie,’’ he exclaims, words a mere, low whisper. The depth of his tone leaves no room for argument — not that I’d argue. From the moment he took my virginity, my body belonged to him. And now, all of me belongs to him. His to use, cherish, and protect.
“I belong to you,’’ I agree.
Something in James snaps at my agreement. His thumb leaves my mouth, leaving a small trail of saliva to drip down my chin. He uses his injured arm to wrap it around my waist,tugging me closer to him. His other hand goes right to my ass, smacking it hard, leaving a print.
“Harder, hellion,’’ he demands. “Milk my cock dry, you filthy slut. Fucking me behind a food tent, with too many people around, without so much as a care in the world?” He chuckles. “And let’s not forget our little friend here.’’
My body tenses up, eyes carefully drifting to the side. I swallow down a gasp, and it’s only now that I realize that Gabe’s dead body is less than a foot away from us. The wound on his throat is wide, the snow is coated in a crimson shade, his eyes are wide, and his mouth is opened a little.
That alone should make me put a stop to all of this. The sight of a dead person, no matter who it might be, should make me stop acting so recklessly in public. But it doesn’t. It only makes me want to feel James’ cum fill me up more and sooner.
My attention is back on James, and the feral look in his eyes causes the pit of my stomach to twist. It’s dark, borderline sadistic, and definitely insane. A smirk is on his lips, and it encourages me to move faster.
My heart is beating furiously, the familiar sensation starting to build deeply inside me. His cock twitches, and I lift a little, then push myself back onto him harsher. His head falls back, eyes squeezed shut. The intensity of the moment creates black dots in my vision, my throat tightening up.
“Don’t you fucking dare pass out on me, hellion.’’ James grips my chin, yanking me forward. I blink a little, my vision becoming clearer. “Open your mouth.’’
My mouth opens, his thumb playing with my bottom lip, pressing on it. His eyes are focused on the motion of his finger,almost as if he’s in a trance. He leans in, then spits in my mouth before forcing my jaw shut.
“Swallow.’’
My throat bobs as I obey, a glimmer of satisfaction in his expression. “Good girl.’’
The praise provokes a string of deep moans from me, unable to hold them back. His finger finds my clit, rubbing it in circular motions. Shock waves spread through my body, my back arching.
“Just like that,’’ he says. “Take my cock like a good girl. I want you to look me in the eyes when you come. I want your entire body to know who it fucking belongs to. I control you. I fucking own your orgasms.’’
Something between a whimper and a groan leaves my mouth when he goes to spank me again, this time with much more force. He doesn’t stop until he’s spanked me over ten times, soothing the burning flesh between each one. His hand squeezes my ass, tenderly caressing it.
“James,’’ I swallow thickly. “I’m so close. Please.’’
He tilts his head to the side, pushing his hips upward to meet my movements, my eyes rolling to the back of my head. A thick knot forms in my mouth, and I have to force myself to speak, the words coming out in short gasps.
“Please, let me come.’’
“Who owns this pretty body of yours, hellion?”
“You do,’’ I blow out. “You own me.’’
“That’s right,’’ he laughs. The dark tone of his voice sends chills of terror down my spine, and it intensifies the pending orgasm. “I do own you. My girl. My fucking property.’’
