28. Tyson

28

TYSON

M y most trusted men are gathered in the office trailer, the familiar smell of carnival popcorn drifting through the window. Gage looms in the corner, his skull mask reflecting the dim light, while Lars and Nash flank either side of my desk. Colt paces near the door, his restless energy filling the small space.

“Listen up. Sofia’s here now, which means we must be on high alert. Jimmy Moretti isn’t going to take this lying down.” I lean forward, studying my men. “Phoenix, what’s our digital security looking like?”

Phoenix glances up from his laptop. “I’ve got eyes on every camera in a mile radius. No one approaches without us knowing.”

“Good. Remy, double the security rounds, especially after dark.” I turn to Lars. “We need to move our supply routes. Jimmy knows too much about our operation.”

Lars nods, already pulling out his phone to make arrangements. “I’ll have it sorted by morning. ”

“Colt and Nash, I want you two to coordinate with the regular carnival staff. Keep everything running smooth, business as usual. We can’t afford to draw attention.”

“What about Moretti’s men?” Colt stops pacing. “They’ll come sniffing around.”

“That’s where Gage comes in.” I glance at the silent giant. “Anyone gets past our perimeter. They deal with you.”

Gage’s nod is all the confirmation I need. His presence alone will deter most.

“And the cocaine shipments?” Nash raises an eyebrow.

“We continue as planned but through different channels. Jimmy’s not our only client. We must maintain our reputation.” I stand, signaling the end of the meeting. “Keep your eyes open. Protect Sofia at all costs. She’s family now.”

The men file out, leaving me alone with my thoughts. Through the window, I watch Sofia talking with some female carnival workers, her red hair catching the afternoon sun. She belongs here now, and I’ll burn down anyone who tries to take her away.

I stare at the papers scattered across my desk, numbers, and routes that need immediate attention. But my mind keeps drifting to the flash of red hair outside my window. Sofia’s laugh carries through the thin walls, and my cock twitches.

“Fuck it.” I shove away from my desk, the chair scraping against the floor.

The afternoon sun hits my face as I step out of my trailer. Sofia stands with Aurora and Lily near the cotton candy stand, her curves highlighted by her tight black dress. My mouth goes dry at the sight.

“Sofia!” I call out, watching her shoulders tense. “I need you for a minute.”

Aurora and Lily exchange knowing looks as I approach. Sofia’s cheeks flush pink.

“Ladies, if you’ll excuse us.” I place my hand on the small of Sofia’s back. “Business to discuss.”

“Of course,” Lily says, tugging Aurora’s arm. They disappear, leaving me alone with her.

“What kind of business?” Sofia turns those green eyes on me, and my resolve crumbles.

“The kind that involves getting you alone.” I guide her toward the back of the trailers, away from prying eyes. “You’re distracting me.”

“I’m talking with the girls.”

“You’re existing. That’s enough to drive me crazy.” I pull her closer, inhaling her sweet perfume. “How am I supposed to work when all I can think about is bending you over my desk?”

I push her against the wall of the trailer. Her eyes spark with surprise and desire.

“I want your mouth on me.” I reach for the button of my jeans. “Right here. Right now.”

Sofia’s breath hitches as I free my cock from its confines, but she doesn’t hesitate. Her movements are graceful and confident as she drops to her knees.

Her tongue teases the tip, flicking against the metal. I grit my teeth, my fingers tangling in her hair. “Fuck, your mouth... ”

I want to thrust into the warmth of her throat, but I force myself to hold back, enjoying the torture of her tongue swirling and dancing along my length. She explores every inch, her hands resting lightly on my thighs.

But I need more. I tug on her hair, pulling her away. “Hands by your sides.”

Her breath comes in short gasps as I gather a fistful of her fiery locks, guiding her back to my cock. This time, I take control, fucking her throat as she relaxes and opens for me. Her hands remain by her sides, her back arching slightly as I thrust.

Her lips stretch around me, the slight sting of her teeth adding to the pleasure. I can feel her swallowing, taking me deeper. My grip tightens in her hair as I lose myself in the sensations.

I relish the way she takes my orders, my cock disappearing between her lips again. She’s greedy for it, those big green eyes looking up at me as she sucks and tongues my cock. Her palms rest on my thighs.

“Look at you, taking my cock so fucking well.” I tug her hair, guiding her back and forth, the pace increasing. “You’re a natural-born cock sucker, baby girl.”

I thrust into her mouth, holding her head still, my eyes fixed on hers. She whimpers, the vibrations teasing my sensitive tip. “You love this, don’t you? Being on your knees, taking what I give you.”

She moans in response, her eyes fluttering shut. I know she’s falling into that subspace where my commands rule her, and her body responds instinctually.

Her throat relaxes around me as I piston my hips, and I take advantage, fucking her mouth harder. My balls rest against her chin, slapping lightly with each thrust. She groans, the vibrations sending shocks of pleasure up my spine.

“Such a good girl.” I praise her, my tone laced with dominance. “You exist to pleasure me, don’t you, baby girl?”

She swallows around me, and I can feel the wetness of her mouth, her throat working to accommodate me. My grip tightens, pulling her hair to the point of discomfort, and she moans, her eyes screwing shut, her cheeks hollowing as she takes me deep.

My hips stutter as I struggle to hold back. “Fuck, you’re gonna make me?—”

I control myself, pulling out before I shoot my load. She’s so fucking good at that, but I need to be in her cunt.

I step back, and she stares at me with confusion and desire warring in her eyes. “On all fours for me.”

Her emerald eyes flash as she maneuvers herself onto all fours between the trailers. Her chest rises and falls with anticipation.

I kneel behind her, my fingers curling around her hips. With one smooth motion, I slide deep inside her, thrusting into her with purpose.

Her nails dig into the dirt while I grip her hips tighter, the slap of skin reverberating through the air.

“You like it rough, don’t you?” I ask. “You like it when I take what I want.”

She whimpers, her head hanging low as I piston my hips. My clothed chest covers her back as I lean forward and reach around to squeeze her breasts, rolling her tight nipple through her blouse between my fingers. “Tell me you want more.”

“Please,” she gasps, her voice hitching. “More, Ty. Harder.”

Her words send a rush of heat through my veins, and I tighten my grip on her hips, pounding into her with abandon. The trailers shake with the force of my thrusts, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the air.

I groan, my eyes squeezing tightly as I lose myself in the sensations. Her pussy clenches around me, milking my cock, and I know I won’t last much longer.

“You like it when I breed that tight pussy, don’t you?” I growl, pulling her hair back to whisper in her ear. “Making you mine.”

I revel in the wicked sound of her flesh meeting mine. My cock glides smoothly in and out of her slick heat, the friction sending sparks of pleasure through my body.

I pull her hair back harder, tilting her head to the side to expose her neck. I nip at the sensitive skin with my teeth, marking her as mine. Her moans become sharper, louder, each signaling that I’m doing something right.

“Louder, baby girl,” I encourage. “Let everyone hear how much you love my cock.”

But my focus is interrupted by a flicker of movement from the corner of my eye. Remy stands frozen in his tracks with wide eyes. My first instinct is to tell him to fuck off, but something holds me back. I’ve always been an exhibitionist, enjoying the thrill of sex clubs and voyeurism.

I grind my teeth, my cock buried deep inside Sofia as I consider the possibilities. Remy shifts his weight, his eyes glued to Sofia’s body.

“We have an audience,” I murmur in Sofia’s ear. “It’s up to you if he stays or goes.”

“What?” She twists her head, her eyes widening as she notices Remy. Her body tenses, all the blood rushing to her cheeks. “Oh...”

I tighten my grip on her hips. “It’s your call. You want to give him a show?”

She hesitates, her body stilling momentarily before she surprises me by relaxing. “Let him stay,” she breathes.

A smile spreads across my face. “As you wish.”

I rock my hips, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back into her, drawing a cry from her that echoes through the space between the trailers. I watch Remy’s eyes, taking pleasure in the way he studies Sofia’s body, his pupils dilated with desire.

I lean forward again. “You’ve got his full attention, baby girl. He’s loving the show.”

Her breath hitches, and I know she wants to be watched at that moment. The thought excites me, and I thrust harder, my balls slapping against her clit.

She whimpers, her hands reaching back to grip my thighs. Together, we move in perfect sync.

Remy shifts his weight, his hand rubbing his crotch as he watches. I smirk. He’s enjoying the show, getting off on our raw, animalistic fucking .

But it’s not enough. The devil on my shoulder whispers, and I listen. With a quick movement, I flip Sofia onto her back, her legs wrapping around my waist as I tower over her.

“What a sight you are.” I trail my fingers down her body, from her throat to the swell of her breasts. “Exhibiting yourself so beautifully.”

I hear Remy clear his throat and glance over. His hand hovers at his zipper, eyes questioning. The bastard wants to jerk off watching us.

“Baby girl,” I murmur, slowing my thrusts. “Remy wants to stroke his cock while he watches me fuck you. What do you think about that?”

Sofia’s eyes dart to Remy, her chest heaving. She bites her lip, considering, before nodding. “Yes... let him.”

A deep groan escapes me at her words. Remy echoes the sound as he pulls out his cock, wrapping his hand around it.

I slam into Sofia harder, spurred on by Remy’s heavy breathing and the rhythmic sound of his hand working his length. My possessive side should be furious; I should want to tear him apart for looking at what’s mine. But something is intoxicating about being watched, about showing everyone that Sofia belongs to me.

“Fuck,” Remy grunts, his hand moving faster.

I trust him—that’s what makes this okay. He knows his place, knows this is just watching. My grip tightens on Sofia’s hips as I pound into her.

I smirk, watching her reactions. I do this best—orchestrating a show, commanding attention, and drawing out reactions. Only now, instead of the center ring, I’m between the trailers with my cock buried deep in Sofia’s pussy.

Sofia’s pupils are blown wide as her eyes dart between me and Remy, lingering on his hand and stroking his length.

“You like seeing what you do to him, baby girl?” I thrust deeper, making her gasp. “How hard your perfect fucking body gets him?”

She bites her lip, those green eyes locking with mine. “Yes... God, yes. It’s so hot being watched like this.” Her hands grip my shoulders tighter. “Showing him that I’m yours.”

Something snaps inside me at her words. Mine. I crash my lips against hers, claiming her mouth as I pound into her relentlessly.

Her pussy clenches around me, her body convulsing with pleasure. I feel her nails dig into my shoulders as she rides out her climax, her juices flooding my cock. That sensation, combined with the sight of her green eyes rolling back in ecstasy, pushes me over the edge.

With a deep groan, I thrust one last time, burying myself as deeply as possible within her. My cum spills deep inside her.

Remy grunts as he reaches his own climax.

Despite already coming, I give her one last deep thrust, feeling the aftershocks of her climax squeeze my cock. I hold still, my eyes closing as I savor the euphoric sensation.

“Fuck, baby girl.” I pull out, my legs feeling like jelly, as I tuck myself back into my pants. “You’re something else.”

Sofia straightens her blouse and skirt, her chest heaving as she looks up at me through her lashes. “You, too.”

I take a moment to catch my breath, my heart rate slowly returning to normal. I glance over at Remy, who has tucked himself back into his jeans.

I stand and stride over to him, feeling a sudden surge of possessiveness. This is my territory, my carnival, and Sofia—she’s mine.

“Listen,” I say. “She gave you a show, and I gave you permission. But if you ever touch her...” I pause, letting my gaze speak for me. “...there will be hell to pay.”

Remy’s eyes widen, and he holds up his hands. “No way, Tyson. I know the rules. I know she’s yours.”

I study him for a moment, seeing the sincerity in his eyes. Good. Remy’s loyal, and he knows better than to cross me.

“Appreciate it.” I clap him on the shoulder. “Now, I suggest you get back to work. We’ve got a carnival to run.”

He nods and hurries off, likely embarrassed now that the arousal has worn off. Can’t say I blame him.

But me? I’m feeling pretty fucking satisfied. This is what I live for—the thrill of voyeurism and the rush of power that comes with possessing someone as perfect as Sofia.

I glance back at Sofia. Her cheeks are flushed, her eyes sparkling with a combination of arousal and something more .

“You okay?” I approach her, unable to resist her magnetic pull on me.

She nods, her chest rising and falling rapidly. “Yeah... just a lot to process.” A playful smile dances on her lips. “I’ve never done anything like that before.”

I chuckle, reaching out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “Well, we make quite the team, don’t we?”

She ducks her head. “Guess so.”

The sight of her, all flushed and disheveled, does something to me. I want to keep her like this forever, always wanting and needing me. I shake my head, clearing my thoughts.

“Come on, I’ll walk you back.” I offer her my arm, and she loops hers through mine. “We have work to do.”

Sofia smiles at me, and it hits me right in the chest. This is it, I realize, with a start. This is the rush I’ve been seeking.

As we walk through the carnival, I feel like I’m soaring a hundred feet above the ground, untouchable and immortal. Sofia’s presence by my side, her soft laughter, and the scent of her vanilla perfume muddle my thoughts and leave me craving more.

Being near her makes me feel alive for the first time in years.