Page 41 of Carnival Stalker

“I—I can’t...” she bites her lip, her body squirming. “It hurts!”

I ignore her words, focusing on the sensation of her intense warmth enveloping me. Slowly, I thrust long and deep as I claim every inch of her.

“Please...” she whimpers, her voice breaking. “Stop, it hurts!”

I shake my head, my eyes closing as I savor the sensation. “It’ll feel better in a moment, I promise.”

Her breath catches, and she whimpers, her body tensing with each thrust. “Oh God, please...”

I reach around, my hand finding her clit as I continue to move inside her. “Let go, baby,” I whisper. “Relax and enjoy it.”

I keep thrusting into Tilly, savoring the way she feels around me. Her body slowly relaxes, the resistance melting away, and soon, she’s meeting my thrusts, pushing back against me.

Her moans fill the room, music to my ears, spurring me on. I lean over her, my hands gripping her hips as I pound into her, claiming every inch of her.

“That’s it, baby,” I encourage, my voice a low, guttural growl. “Take every inch deep in that ass.”

“Oh God!” she cries out, her body writhing beneath me. “It feels so good!”

I grin, picking up the pace and driving into her harder. “Of course it does, I was made to fuck every one of your holes.”

“Yes!” she moans, her head tossing back as she surrenders to the pleasure. “Harder, Phoenix, please!”

I oblige, my cock thrusting deep and hard, my balls slapping against her cunt with each powerful thrust. She’s so responsive, and it drives me wild.

“You’re so tight, baby,” I groan. “I’m not going to last much longer.”

“Neither am I!” she gasps, her fingers clawing at the sheets as she meets my thrusts. “Don’t stop, Phoenix, please!”

“Come for me, Tilly. Now.” I demand, my voice harsh.

Tilly glances at me over her shoulder, biting her lip as she teeters on the edge. “I—I can’t...”

“Do it.” The order is harsh as I punctuate it with a thrust. “I know you’re close. Let me feel it.”

With a strangled cry, she falls apart, her body clenching around me as she orgasms. Her muscles clenching me so tight.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” I groan. “Such a good girl.”

With a final, powerful thrust, I bury myself deep inside her, feeling my release rush over me like a fucking atomic bomb. Tilly groans, her body still trembling from her orgasm. I grasp her hips securely, maintaining her position as I come, filling her up and marking her as mine.

Temporarily, we’re both breathless, our bodies spent and sated. Then, slowly, I withdraw, my softening cock slipping out of her stretched hole. Tilly collapses onto the bed, her chest heaving as she catches her breath. I kneel there, admiring the image of her—hair tousled, cheeks flushed, body glistening with sweat—and feel a possessiveness unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.

That was meant to be a fucking punishment, but I got her off. And that annoys me. She’s a bad girl for trying to run, but soon she’ll have to accept the truth. She’s mine from now until the day we fucking die, and nothing will ever tear us apart.

24

PHOENIX

In the following days, I attempt to make Tilly feel more at ease around me. I don’t tie her up. Instead, I give her some freedom to move around the trailer and do simple tasks like cooking dinner or dabbling with code on one of my old laptops that isn’t connected to wifi. After all, I can’t trust her not to try and contact her family. And I bought her some clothes so she’s more comfortable.

It’s a small gesture, but I hope it shows her I mean no real harm—that I want to keep her.

Each night, we share the same bed to sleep. My body betrays me every time, getting aroused just from her proximity. The memories of that night in the woods play vividly in my mind, and then her punishment which resulted in me fucking her ass. But I resist acting on my urges, not wanting to push her too far too fast. This has to move at her pace now.

Tonight, while we’re cleaning up after a simple chicken dinner she prepared, I attempt a different approach. “Hey, how about tonight you show me how good you are at coding? It could be fun to see your skill level before we start our lessons.”

Her eyes light up briefly before the guarded look returns. But she nods slowly. “Okay, yeah. Sure.”

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