Page 87 of Carnival Master

“Always, baby.” He pulls my hair, forcing me to arch my back and push my ass higher. The position gives him deeper access, and he takes full advantage, pounding into me with primal need.

“You like that? You like being my filthy anal slut?” His voice is dark.

“Yes, Master. I’m your filthy slut. Always.” My words come out in gasps, intermingled with little whimpers as his piercing rubs against my sensitive walls.

“That’s it, take it all,” he growls, his pace relentless. “You know this ass is mine, don’t you?”

“Yes! All yours.” I claw at the rug, desperate for more friction as pleasure coils within me. I squeeze my muscles around him, wanting to milk every inch of his impressive length.

He chuckles. “Such a good girl. I’m going to breed this tight ass.”

I’m keenly aware of every inch of him, the exquisite burn sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body. Ty’s thrusts become more urgent, his grip bruisingly tight on my hips.

“You’re so close, aren’t you?” he grunts. “I want to feel that sweet ass clench around my cock as you come for me.”

I moan, my face pressed against the rug as his words send me spiraling closer to the edge. “Please, Master... I’m there... I need to?—”

“Come for me, Sofia. Let it go.” His command is like a match striking tinder-dry wood.

An explosion of pleasure rocks my body, and I cry out, my head falling forward as my core clenches around his cock. I ride the waves of my orgasm, feeling every pulse and thrust of his hard length inside me.

Ty growls, his fingers digging into my hips as he continues to pound into me. “Fuck, your ass clenching around my cock is too much. Take my cum, Sofia. Take it all.”

His release bursts through him. He empties himself inside me, the hot rush of his seed marking me as his. “That’s it, take all of my cum,” he pants. Finally, he pulls out, his length slipping from my body with a slick pop. “Now show me, baby girl.”

I push, and his cum dribbles out, warm and sticky. My cheeks heat at the feel.

“That’s my good girl,” he murmurs.

I watch him over my shoulder as he retrieves the butt plug with one hand, slicking it with more lube. “I want my cum to stay inside you as long as possible. I want you to feel it in you all night, baby.”

I tremble at his words, still breathless from my orgasm as he slips the plug back inside, stretching me open once more and plugging my ass to stop the cum from escaping.

“There we go,” he murmurs, his hands gently caressing my asscheeks. “My cum is still deep inside you and buried in your ass. And that means I own this ass.” He gives it a light spank

Goosebumps rise on my skin at his words. “It’s always yours.”

I curl into Ty’s warmth as he lies beside me and pulls me against his chest, my body tingling from our passionate encounter. His heartbeat thrums steady and strong beneath my ear, a rhythm I’ve come to associate with home. His fingers trace lazy patterns along my spine, and I feel more at peace than I ever thought possible.

“I love you,” he whispers, kissing my head.

Tears prick at my eyes as the words wash over me.After everything we’ve been through—the danger, the uncertainty, the battles with my father—here we are. Safe. Together. Free.

“I love you too,” I murmur against his skin, breathing in his familiar scent of leather and spice. “I never thought I’d find this kind of love. The kind that sees all of me—not just the perfect mob princess, but the real me underneath.”

His arms tighten around me. “You’re perfect exactly as you are. Every curve, every laugh, every stubborn argument.”He chuckles softly. “Even when you drive me crazy, you’re everything I never knew I needed.”

I lift my head to meet his gaze. “Thank you for saving me.”

“You saved yourself,” he corrects me. “I showed you the door was unlocked.”

The carnival sounds drift in from outside—distant laughter, music, the whir of rides. What once seemed like a world I could never belong to has become my sanctuary. He kisses me again, and I know with absolute certainty that this is where I belong—in his arms, world, and heart.