Page 31 of Carnival Obsession

I hum in response, enjoying how my teasing drives him wild. Slowly, I take more of him into my mouth, my tongue swirling and flicking as I hollow my cheeks, creating a suction that has him groaning loudly.

“Damn, princess, you’re good at that,” he grits out, his hips bucking slightly.

I moan around him, the vibrations causing him to hiss and tighten his grip on my hair. Sucking him deeper into my throat, my tongue dances and teases as I try to take him as far as I can. My hand wraps around the base of his shaft, stroking in time with my mouth.

Lars curses again, his breath coming in sharp pants. “I’m close... Fuck. I need to feel you ride me now, princess.”

Lars grips me with strong hands and pulls me up to straddle his lap. I can feel the hard length of his cock pressing against me.

“Impatient, aren’t we?” I tease, my voice coming out breathless.

Lars says nothing, his eyes glittering with lust as he rips my dress open, baring my breasts. His mouth crashes down on mine, kissing me fiercely as his hands roam over my body. I arch into his touch, my back bowing as my nipples rub against his chest.

I feel his hand slide between my thighs, stroking my wet folds. “No panties, princess? You’re such a dirty girl.”

He teases my clit, circling it with his fingertip before plunging two fingers deep inside me. I cry out at the sensation, my hips bucking against his hand.

“It looks like you were planning for this, weren’t you?”

I can only whimper in response, my body thrumming. I try to move my hips, needing more friction, but he holds me still, his fingers curling inside me.

“Not so fast, princess,” he says, his breath hot against my ear.

He lifts me up slightly, positioning the head of his cock at my entrance. I can feel the slickness of my arousal coating my thighs, and I grind my hips down impatiently. I whimper loudly, feeling the tip of his cock start to breach me.

“You’re so damn wet for me,” Lars taunts, dragging out the moment. “Tell me how much you want it.”

I bite my lip, feeling the stretch as he slowly impales me with his thick shaft, and the metal of his piercing grazes me. My muscles clench around him, and I moan loudly, unable to hold back my need. “Please... I need you... Fuck me, Lars. Now.”

“Good girl,” he purrs, wrapping his arms around me, holding me tight against him, and forcing me down hard so every inch is deep inside me.

With a smooth motion, he stands, still buried deep inside me. He lays me down on the boat’s seat while I wrap my legs around his waist, feeling deliciously dominated by his strength.

Lars uses his body to pin me in place. The hard length of him fills me so completely, stretching me to the point of discomfort, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.

He pulls out slowly, taking his time as if enjoying the sight of his thick cock sliding out of my dripping pussy. Then, with a swift motion, he thrusts back into me, driving me against the bench.

I gasp at the force of his thrust, feeling the boat rock with the impact. Lars grips my hips, holding me steady as he begins to move with purpose, his strong arms and powerful thighs doing all the work.

The water laps gently against the boat, the romantic music a stark contrast to the raw, primal sounds of our bodies slamming together. Lars groans, the muscles in his neck bulging as he plunges into me again and again.

“You feel so damn good,” he whispers, his breath hot against my ear. “Tightest pussy I’ve ever had.” He wraps a hand around my throat and squeezes. “And the only fucking one I’ll ever be inside again.”

His words shouldn’t affect me this way—they’re possessive, controlling, and utterly insane. We’ve known each other for a week, and he’s talking about permanent ownership? But as his fingers dig into my throat, cutting off my oxygen, my mind spins into overdrive.

I can feel my pulse throbbing in my neck, his thumb pressed firmly against the pulse point. Instead of struggling, I find myself melting into his touch, my eyes fluttering closed as a wave of pleasure washes over me.

God, it feels good to surrender. Let go of the resistance and simply submit to the raw desire between us.

Lars’s thumb presses against my windpipe, cutting off my air supply. It should scare me. I know it should, but instead, my body welcomes the loss of control.

“This cock,” he says, giving a particularly harsh thrust, “this is the only one you’ll ever fucking see again. You’re mine, Alice. You worship my dick and only my dick until the day you fucking die.”

His words should send me running in the opposite direction. But instead, a shiver runs down my spine, and my body responds with a jolt of unadulterated pleasure.

God help me. I want to be his.

I arch my back, offering myself to him, my body begging for more. “Please, Lars,” I whisper.

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