Page 14 of Carnival Obsession

Lars chuckles, a deep, rumbling sound that vibrates through his chest. “It’s all yours, princess. Get onto the bike and lie on your back, holding the handlebars.”

Obediently, I do as he says, feeling the cool metal beneath my palms. My heart is hammering in my chest, a mixture of nervousness and anticipation.

He stares down at me as he climbs on, teasing me at first, rubbing the head of his cock against my slick folds, making me ache for more. I can feel the cold metal of his piercing, a tantalizing contrast to the heat between my legs.

“Do you want it, princess?” he asks.

“Yes,” I whisper. “I want it.”

“Tell me how much you want my cock.” He demands.

“I want it so much. Please, Lars, give it to me.”

With a growl, he thrusts forward, filling me in one swift motion. The sensation is incredible—the stretch, the burn, the cold metal sliding inside me.

I moan, my head falling back as I grip the handlebars tighter.

“That’s it, moan for me like a good girl,” he growls.

Goddamn, this man can melt me with words alone.

I can’t help but rock my hips, trying to take him deeper. Lars holds me firm and glares down at me. “I’m in charge. Now stay still while I fuck you like you’ve never been fucked.”

The handlebars dig into my palms as he thrusts with abandon. The night air is cool against my heated flesh, and the knowledge someone could call the cops on us if they see only makes me wetter. All I can focus on is the feeling of Lars inside me, the hard length of him stretching me, the cold metal sparking sensations with each thrust.

Lars’s hands tighten on my hips, moving so fast and hard that the bike shudders. His breath is ragged, his control slipping as he gives in to the moment.

“You feel so fucking good, princess,” he grunts. “Your tight pussy is milking my fucking cock...”

His words send another rush of heat through me, making me want to take him even deeper. I rock my hips with renewed fervor, seeking that perfect angle that will push me over the edge.

“That’s it, princess, take it deeper,” he urges. “Such a good girl.”

Darkness suddenly surrounds me as Lars’s hands leave my hips and grip my throat, squeezing gently. A rush of excitement hits me at this new sensation. His touch is firm and controlling, and it only serves to heighten my arousal.

He whispers dirty words. “That’s it, princess, take it all. You like it rough, don’t you? Being manhandled by me.”

I can only nod, my mouth dry, my body throbbing with need. Lars’s hand tightens, increasing the pressure to make my eyes water. It’s not enough to make me panic, but it adds an edge.

“That’s right, princess, you like it when I choke you a little. Makes your pussy wet, doesn’t it?”

I whimper in response, my body arching. Lars’s other hand finds my breast, squeezing and teasing my nipple until it’s hard and aching. The combination of pain and pleasure is incredible.

“Please, Lars,” I beg, my voice thick with want. “Don’t stop. I want more.”

He growls in response and moves faster, his cock thrusting so deep inside me. His hand on my throat tightens just a fraction more, making me feel lightheaded. It’s a heady mix of sensations—the stretch of my body around him, the burn between my legs, and now the constriction of my airway. It’s overwhelming and all-consuming, and I love every second.

He removes his hand from my nipple and rubs my clit in rough circles, bringing me closer to the edge. My body tenses, every muscle coiled tight as I hover on the brink of release. Lars’s cock throbs inside me, his own control slipping as he gets closer to his peak.

“Come for me, princess,” he demands. “Let me feel you cream all over my cock.”

His words are all it takes to push me over the edge. I cry out, my body shaking with the force of my orgasm. Lars grunts his approval, his cock twitching inside me as he spills himself into me, marking me as his own.

Lars’s cock slips out of me as he wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me so I’m sitting upright. We rest there for a moment on his motorcycle, breathless and sated. His hand loosens from my throat, allowing me to breathe freely again. His lips press a soft kiss against mine.

“Can you ride a motorcycle?” he asks.

“No, I can’t,” I admit, my cheeks hot thinking about steering this powerful machine.

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