Page 22 of Carnival Stalker

“You’re gorgeous,” he murmurs, his eyes trailing over my body. I feel a shiver of anticipation as he reaches into a drawer and pulls out a length of soft rope. “But I want you helpless.”

I swallow, my mouth dry as he gently ties my wrists together, then secures them to the bed frame above my head. I’m at his mercy now.

He unbuckles his belt and pulls off his pants and boxers, tossing them over his shoulder and exposing his thick, straining cock. And then he climbs onto the bed with me, parting my thighs and climbing between them.

“Are you ready for me, Tilly?” His voice is rough, and I nod, unable to speak. I arch my back, offering myself to him, and he chuckles darkly.

He pulls my panties off and tosses them over his shoulder.

“You’re so wet for me already.” His words are a husky whisper as he runs his fingers through my wetness. I bite my lip, my body responding to his touch. He leans down, his breath hot against my ear. “Do you have any idea how much I’ve wanted this?”

My hips buck as he grinds his length against me, teasing me and driving me mad with need. “Please,” I beg, unsure what I’m asking for. I want more. I want all of him.

Phoenix chuckles, and his fingers trail down my body, swirling around my navel before dipping lower. I whimper as he brushes against my sensitive clit, his touch light and teasing. “Not yet, baby.”

I whine in frustration as he pulls away, but the sound turns into a gasp as he lines himself up and pushes the tip of his cock against my entrance, not penetrating but teasing, driving me crazy with need.

He leans forward, supporting himself on one arm as he continues to tease my entrance with shallow thrusts. His other hand finds my breast, tweaking my nipple until it pebbles. “Tell me how much you want it.”

“Please,” I beg again, my voice cracking. “I need you. I want you so bad.”

“That’s it,” he groans, his hips snapping forward, thrusting just a little deeper. “Tell me more.”

I moan, my body aching for release. “I’ve wanted this since the first moment I saw you. I want to feel you inside me. Please, Phoenix, take me.”

His eyes burn into mine, and he finally, mercifully, plunges deep, filling me in one swift stroke. We both groan at the sensation, and he stays still for a moment, letting me adjust to his size.

“You feel so damn good,” he breathes, his eyes closed as he savors the sensation.

I lift my hips, wanting more, needing more. “Move,” I demand, my voice hoarse.

He chuckles, his eyes opening to meet mine. “Bossy. I like it.”

He starts to move, slowly at first, then withincreasing urgency. My wrists strain against the rope as I try to buck my hips to meet his thrusts. “Fuck, Tilly, you’re so tight. Your pussy was made for my cock.”

His words thrill me, and I can feel myself nearing the edge already. I’m so close. “Don’t stop,” I plead.

Phoenix’s jaw clenches as he sets a frantic pace. His eyes are burning with feverish intensity. It’s as if he can’t hold himself back. Suddenly, he pulls out and rolls me onto my front, entering and filling me again. “You like it rough, don’t you, baby?”

“Yes,” I breathe, my face pressed into the pillow.

His hand wraps around my throat, applying just enough pressure to send sparks of pleasure through me. With his other hand, he pulls my hair, exposing my neck, and bites down on my shoulder, sending waves of pleasure and pain crashing over me.

I scream, my voice muffled, and he tightens his grip, choking me. The pleasure crashes into me hard, and I come apart. Phoenix only then releases my throat, a soft laugh escaping his lips.

“Good girl,” he praises, his fingers stroking through my hair as he fucks me through my bliss. “I want you to ride me, now.”

I whimper as his cock slips from my pussy, leaving me empty and aching. And then he lies down beside me as I push myself up. His gaze never leaves mine as I straddle him and lower myself slowly, savoring the sensation as I take his length inside.

“That’s it,” he growls, gripping my hips.

I ride and fall, setting a steady pace. He lets out a low groan, his head falling back.

But I want more. I lean down, capturing his lips with mine, tasting him, feeling the stubble on his jaw scrape against my skin. His hands move to my hips, guiding my movements, lifting me up and down, setting a furious rhythm.

As I ride him, I feel wild and free. I quicken my pace, chasing a second orgasm, which is so close yet just out of reach.

His hands slide up my body, and he brushes my hair off my neck, baring my skin. “You like it when I mark you, don’t you?”

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