Page 59 of Carnival Stalker

“Say it,” he commands, his voice harsh. “Say you want me to fuck you. Say you want my cock inside you, pounding you into the dirt.” He unzips his pants and frees his huge, straining erection.

“No...” My denial is weak, little more than a breath, as his fingers dig painfully into my hips. I wish he would get on with it and stop teasing me. I want him to take me here, claiming me like he did when it wasn’t a game.

“Say it!” He demands, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin of my neck, sending shivers down my spine.

“No, stop, please...” My voice sounds pathetic, even to my own ears.

With a growl, he spins me around to face him. “You want this, Tilly. Don’t lie to me.”

“I—I don’t...” I gasp as he pulls me flush against him, his hardness prodding my belly. “Please, just leave me alone. I don’t want it.”

He lifts me against the trunk of a thick tree. “Your pussy says otherwise,” he growls, his hand tangling in my hair. I can feel him prodding against my entrance, the tip of his cock teasing me but not giving me what I crave.

“You’re so wet for me,” he murmurs, his free hand sliding between my legs to stroke my slick folds. “Tell me again how much you don’t want this.”

“I—oh god...” My words dissolve into a moan as he teases my clit, circling it slowly with his thumb. “I hate you...” I whisper my body thrumming with need, my breath quickening. “Leave me alone...”

His answering laugh vibrates through me, sending sparks of pleasure dancing across my skin. “That’s it,” hebreathes, his teeth sinking into my shoulder as his fingers find my entrance, thrusting inside me. “Tell me more.”

“Oh god...” I bite my lip hard, riding his fingers as he begins to thrust in and out, stretching me open and teasing my needy flesh. “I hate you so much,” I moan, my voice thick with arousal. “I fucking hate you.”

His chuckle sends tremors through me, and he tears his fingers away, only to reposition himself, pressing the tip of his cock to my entrance. “Tell me again,” he demands, his voice hoarse. “Tell me again how much you hate me.”

I open my mouth to reply, but he silences me with a bruising kiss, his tongue plundering my mouth as he thrusts upward, filling me in one swift stroke. “Fuck!” I cry out, my body stretching to accommodate his length.

He stills for a moment, buried deep within me, and I can feel his hot breath on my neck as he fights for control. “God, Tilly,” he groans, his voice raw. “You feel so damn good.”

My fingers dig into his shoulders as he begins to move, his hips snapping forward with urgent thrusts that send sparks of pleasure dancing along my nerve endings. “Please, no more,” I gasp, my eyes fluttering closed as wave after wave of pleasure washes over me. “I can’t take any more.”

“Yes, you can,” he growls, his fingers digging into my hips as he pounds into me with relentless force. “You can take everything I give you and more.”

“Please...” My voice is little more than a whimper now, my body on the brink, teetering on the edge of oblivion.

“Beg me to stop if you really want me to,” he taunts, hiscock slamming into me over and over, relentless and unforgiving. “Use your safe word, sweetheart.”

But I don’t want him to stop. I never wanted him to stop.

“Please...” I whisper, my body arching against his, meeting his savage thrusts. “Please, don’t stop...”

“That’s it,” he grunts, his fingers bruising my hips as he finds a rapid, relentless rhythm. “Take it. Take all of me.”

And I do. My body shudders and convulses around him, waves of pleasure crashing over me, sweeping me away into a sea of sensations. I cry out, my voice mingling with his hoarse groans as he fills me, marking me as his.

After a moment, he carries me, still impaled on his cock, to a nearby tree stump. I tremble in his arms, my body still humming with the aftershocks of our intense encounter. Despite the roughness of our lovemaking, there’s a tenderness in the way he holds me now, cradling me gently against his chest.

Slowly, he lifts a hand to cup my cheek, his calloused thumb tracing the curve of my jaw.

“Tilly,” he murmurs, his voice low and soft. “You have no idea how much you mean to me.”

I lean in and press my lips to his in a soft, lingering kiss.

Phoenix responds immediately, his hand sliding into my hair as he deepens the kiss, his tongue teasing mine in a sensual dance. It’s a far cry from the bruising, possessive kiss he’d claimed from me earlier, and it leaves me feeling lightheaded and breathless.

When we finally part, I can see the raw emotion shining in his eyes, and I know that in this moment, he’slaid his heart bare before me. “I love you, Tilly,” he whispers, his voice thick with emotion. “I’ve never felt this way about anyone before.”

My heart swells with a bittersweet mixture of joy and trepidation. I want to say the words back, to let him know that I feel the same, but the scars of my past still linger, making me wary of opening myself up fully.

Instead, I pull him close, burying my face in the crook of his neck. “I... I’m not ready to say it yet,” I murmur, my fingers tracing patterns on his back. “But I’m falling for you, Phoenix. I can’t deny that.”

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