Page 43 of Carnival Obsession

“I want you, Lars,” I find myself whispering, breathless and raw. “I want you so bad.”

“That’s right, princess. You can’t deny it, can you?” He reaches down to squeeze my ass, his strong fingers digging into my flesh as he gives me a rough, possessive massage.

My eyes fall closed, and a whimper escapes my throat at his rough treatment. I want to melt into him, to surrender completely. Through the haze of desire, a tiny voice of reason still nags at me, warning me this is insane. But it’s so easy to ignore that inner voice when Lars has me trembling and weak with longing.

“Keep walking, princess,” he murmurs, his lips ghosting against my skin. “We’re gonna find us a nice quiet corner.”

I nod, stepping forward with shaky legs. Lars keeps a tight hold on me as we continue through the twisting corridors, the macabre surroundings now doing little to affect me.

We continue through the dark while Lars whispers in my ear. “Oh, I’ve got plans for you, princess.” His lips graze the shell of my ear. “Plans that will have you screaming my name and begging for more.”

My knees feel weak, and desire pools in my core.

“Think you can handle it?” he asks.” Bet you’re wondering what it’ll be like when I finally take that sweet ass of yours.”

I bite my lip, fighting the urge to squirm as he goes on, whispering graphic details of what he intends to do to me. It’s filthy and carnal, and it makes my cheeks flame with embarrassment even as my core pulses with need.

“Fuck, you’re so perfect,” he murmurs, his voice rough with desire. “I love how you get all flushed and turned on just from my words, princess. Your pussy is probably dripping right now, isn’t it?”

“Please, Lars,” I beg, giving in to the tide of lust that threatens to drown me. “Just take me already.”

“That’s what I like to hear, princess. That sweet, needy voice begging me for it.” He chuckles, but an undercurrent of something darker in his tone sends a thrill through me.

“I’ve been thinking about this all damn day,” he growls, his hand tightening on my waist. “Couldn’t concentrate on anything but imagining the taste of your pussy and the sound of your sexy cries when I finally fuck that ass of yours.”

I stifle a moan, unable to stop imagining his mouth on me, his talented tongue working its magic until I fall apart for him. Whether I can take his size in my ass is questionable, but I’m so turned on I don’t seem to care.

Lars spins me roughly into a shadowy corner, the fog machine nearby filling the air with mist and adding to the eerie atmosphere. My heart is in my throat as he pushes me down onto the floor on my back. Above me, he stands, a formidable, masked figure, his muscles shifting.

The fog swirls around us, adding to the surreal feel of the moment as Lars descends to his knees between my thighs, his imposing frame dwarfing me. My breath catches as he hooks his fingers under my thighs, lifting my legs to settle them on his broad shoulders. I’m exposed and vulnerable, but the heat in his gaze sends a surge of desire coursing through me.

The overtly dominant position sends a thrill through my core, obliterating my last shred of hesitation. His masked visage, the haunting fog... it’s all too much, and I’m consumed by the sheer force of my want.

“This what you wanted, princess?” he asks. “Do you want me to taste that sweet pussy of yours?”

I’m breathless as he reads my mind, exposing my innermost cravings. I can only nod, my tongue feeling thick in my mouth.

His strong hands slide to my knees, bending them slightly as he brings his masked face toward my core. Then he shifts the mask enough to free his mouth, allowing me to feel the warm puff of his breath against my sensitized skin a second before his tongue makes contact.

A strangled whimper escapes my throat as he teases my clit, licking and sucking with expert precision. The fog swirls around us, amplifying the dreamlike feel of the moment. It’s like we’ve entered a world where only our lust exists, a place where reality and fantasy blur.

He dives in, his tongue stroking and flicking, his hands kneading my thighs as he holds me in place. My head falls back, my spine arching as lightning bolts of pleasure shoot through me. He laps at my juices, devouring me, and the knowledge that we could be caught at any moment only fuels my arousal.

“Fuck, princess,” he groans against my sensitive flesh, his masked face buried between my thighs. “You taste better every time I eat you. Sweet and fucking perfect.”

My fingers dig into the floor as wave after wave of pleasure rolls over me. With each swipe of his tongue, I feel myself falling deeper into the abyss of my need. I can already feel the tension coiling in my core, threatening to explode.

“Oh God, Lars, I’m close...” The words tumble from my lips, my voice cracking with need.

“That’s it, princess,” he rumbles, never stopping the delicious assault of his tongue and lips. “Let go for me. Wanna hear you scream my name.”

His words push me over the edge, making my walls clench around nothing. The force of my climax takes me by surprise, the intensity making me see stars. My fingers tighten in his hair as I ride out the waves crashing over me, my body thrumming with delicious aftershocks.

It takes me a moment to come back down to earth, my breath still unsteady as Lars gently lowers my legs to the floor and removes his hands from my thighs. Through the fog, I watch him push the mask back in place.

“Time for me to stretch that pretty ass of yours. The haunted house is shut now. It’s just you and me.”

My cheeks flame as I can’t believe how badly I want him to be the first to fuck my ass. I bite my lip as a rush of need overwhelms me.

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