Page 63 of Carnival Nightmare

“Make me come,”I beg, my voice breaking. “I need to come.”

A low, approving growl rumbles from his chest as he picks up the pace, his movements becoming almost brutal in their intensity. Each thrust pushes me closer and closer to the edge.

“Fuck, I’ll never get enough of this. Come for me, angel.”

“Oh fuck!”I cry, my orgasm hitting me hard, screaming while my body convulses with the intensity of my orgasm.

Cade doesn’t stop, riding out my climax and sending me into another, even more powerful orgasm until I’m a shaking, quivering mess beneath him.

“That’s my girl, milk my cock, and let me breed that tight little cunt.”

I arch my back, feeling the pulse of his cock as his release intensifies my own pleasure, flooding me with his cum. Not that I’ll actually get pregnant since I’m on the pill, but he loves to claim he’s breeding my pussy and ass.

Reality slowly returns, and Cade’s strong arms wrap around me, pulling me close to his chest. He removes his mask, and I feel the rapid beating of his heart mirroring my own. We lie together, entwined and spent, on the soft forest floor beneath the canopy of trees.

The forest’s silence surrounds us, broken only by the distant calls of an owl and the rustling leaves. Cade’s fingers trace gentle patterns on my back.

“How was that, angel?”he asks softly.

“I fucking loved it. The net was an amazing idea.”I nestle closer to his chest, sighing as his warmth comforts me. “Definitely add that to my list of favorite ways to be fucked.”

He smirks and pulls me closer, kissing my forehead. “Good, I knew you’d enjoy it,”he murmurs. “I fucking love it when you pretend not to want it. Reminds me of when we first met.”

“Me too,”I agree, tilting my head to meet his gaze. His eyes are soft now, the wild intensity replaced with something tender.

He grins with genuine warmth. “I love you, angel,”he murmurs, his voice a tantalizing caress.

My heart swells at his confession, and I cradle his face. “And I love you,”I reply, my voice thick with raw emotion.

We lie there, savoring our connection, basking in the intoxicating afterglow. The first time Cade cornered me at the carnival, I never imagined being here with my stalker, entwined with him so deeply. My heart, mind, body, and soul are his. The outside world fades into insignificance whenever I’m near him, eclipsed by the intensity of our twisted and obsessive love.