Page 14 of Carnival Stalker

Her hands come up to my thighs, her nails digging into my skin as she struggles to keep up with my relentless pace. Then, her right hand slips between her thighs, and I see her fingers dip beneath her skirt to touch herself. That’s my good fucking girl; she’s touching herself as she sucks me off. My dick swells even more at the sight, and I feel my balls tighten.

I lean back, pulling my cock from her mouth with a wet pop. She whimpers, her lips red and swollen, and a string of saliva connects her mouth to my cock. I step back, my chest heaving as I take in the view of her on her knees, her fingers still working her clit.

Her eyes shine with shame and desire as she meets my gaze.

“That’s right, baby,” I encourage. “Come for me. Let me see you fall apart.” I step forward again, my cock twitchingwith anticipation. “But remember, you’re pussy is mine. Every fucking orgasm from this moment on belongs to me.”

With those words, I offer my cock to her again. Her lips fall open, and she takes me in once more, hungry for my cum.

The tightness of her throat sends me spiraling toward the edge, and I thrust harder. Her gagging turns me on even more, and I grip her hair, holding her in place as I fuck her face.

With her free hand, she tugs at my belt, trying to pull me closer, wanting me fucking deeper. She’s amazing. I can feel her throat relaxing around me. I growl. This gorgeous girl is on her knees for me, taking what I give her and more.

“That’s it, take it,” I grunt, and she whimpers in response, her throat vibrating around my length. I know she’s close.

Then, suddenly, she tenses, her body shaking as she orgasms with my cock deep in her throat. It’s too much for me to bear, and with a roar, I explode, my release flooding her mouth. I keep thrusting, my hips stuttering as I empty myself into her throat.

“Swallow it,” I demand, my voice harsh. “Every. Fucking. Drop.” I hold her hair tightly, forcing her to keep her mouth wrapped around me. “Good girl,” I praise when she obeys, my cum slipping down her throat.

As our breathing slows, we remain connected, her mouth still wrapped around my dick. I gently stroke my fingers through her brown hair, contrasting tomy previous roughness. I want to savor this connection born of raw, intense fucking lust.

“Fuck,” I breathe, pulling free from her lips with a slick sound. I lean down, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. “That was...” Words fail me as I try to process how fucking good that was. It surpassed every goddamn fantasy.

Her eyes are glazed with desire and something else. It’s almost like wonder, but I can’t quite decipher it. She searches my face, looking for answers or perhaps trying to make sense of all this.

Standing here with her, I feel a connection, something beyond the raw physical need that just exploded between us. It’s disconcerting, especially given my usual detached nature. But before I can dissect it further, she surprises me with a soft smile and a hint of shyness in her eyes.

The moment stretches between us, tense with silence. I want to step back, retreating into the familiar shadows of my trailer, where I can observe and analyze from a safe distance. But instead, I find myself reaching out, brushing a stray lock of hair away from her cheek.

She flinches at my touch, and the spell is broken. Reality comes crashing down as she rises to her feet, her eyes darting nervously around the restroom as if only just aware of where she is.

“I should go,” she mumbles, biting her lip. I wonder if she’ll say something more, but instead, she turns and hurries out of the restroom, leaving me alone with my confusing mix of emotions.

You can run, but there’s nowhere to hide, sweetheart.

10

PHOENIX

My fingers dance across the keyboard as I access the surveillance feeds. The two men who dared to cross us are putty in my hands. Their lives are now an open book, every sordid detail and dirty secret laid bare before my eyes.

I could see the fear etched onto their faces, their expressions contorting with each new threat they received from me. It was almost too easy, like plucking ripe fruit from a low-hanging branch.

“They’re so rattled that they’re hiding out in their lockup,” I murmur, glancing at Ty. “The digital breadcrumbs I’ve left have them questioning every move they make.”

He nods, his eyes fixed on the flickering screens. “Nicely done,” he says. “I think it’s time we pay them a little visit, don’t you?”

A smirk twists my lips. “I couldn’t agree more.” We head out of my trailer toward Tyson’s Mustang, and I enter the address into the GPS while he brings the enginerumbling to life. My fingers drum against the console as we tear through the night, leaving the carnival’s lights in our rearview mirror.

The lockup looms ahead, a dilapidated building on the outskirts of town. Ty kills the headlights as we pull in, shadows enveloping us like a cloak.

“You’re on,” he mutters, his eyes glinting with anticipation.

I smirk, cracking my knuckles as I exit the car. With a few deft keystrokes on my tablet, the security system blinks offline—child’s play. The lock disengages with a heavy clunk, granting us entry.

Inside, the stench of stale sweat and alcohol hangs thick in the air. The two lowlifes cower in the corner, their eyes widening when we enter the dim light.

I level my gaze at the two sniveling worms huddled in the corner, my lip curling in disdain. Ty looms behind me, a silent but deadly force.

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