23. Lars

23

LARS

W ith Alice's hand firmly in mine, I lead her deeper into a dimly lit room adorned with fake cobwebs and plastic skeletons. I smirk, guiding her toward a rickety table. She laughs nervously as I gently push her onto it, her back lying flat against the cold, hard surface.

"Stay right there, princess," I whisper.

Alice bites her lip. I retrieve a small tube of lube from my pocket. She watches my every move, her breath quickening as I approach.

"You've got a gorgeous ass, you know that?" I murmur, my fingers gently caressing her cheeks.

Alice's eyes flutter closed as I crouch between her spread thighs. I squeeze a generous amount of lube onto my fingers and work it into her. My touch is firm yet gentle as I circle her tight entrance, gradually slipping one finger inside.

"Do you like that, princess? Does it feel good having your ass fingered?" I ask.

"Yes," she moans, her head falling back as I add a second finger. "Oh god, Lars, it feels so good."

My free hand traces patterns on her clit, my touch light and teasing. I work my fingers in and out of her, stretching and preparing her. Her hips buck against my hand, her moans filling the haunted house.

"Your ass is so tight, princess. I can't wait to be inside it."

Alice's breath hitches as my fingers stretch her. "Yes... there... oh, Lars!"

Her ass clenches around my fingers as she cries out, her release washing over her. I lean down, my breath hot against her ear. "That's just the beginning, princess. I'm going to make you come even harder when I fuck that beautiful ass of yours."

Alice's eyes fly open, her chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath.

She's panting, her body glistening with anticipation. "I'm ready, Lars," she says, her eyes daring me to take her. I pop open the button of my jeans, and with a smooth, deliberate movement, I drag down the zipper. My dick springs free, hard, and ready.

"You're sure about this, princess?" I ask.

"Yes," she replies, her eyes never leaving mine. "I want you to take my anal virginity."

I stand between her legs as she's sprawled out on her back on the table. My cock twitches as I spread a generous amount of lube on it, the coolness sending shivers down my body.

"Relax," I whisper as I squeeze more lube onto my fingers and gently work it into her ass. "I'm gonna make this good for you."

She lets out a shaky breath as I slowly push four fingers inside her, preparing her again for my cock. "You feel so fucking tight, princess," I groan.

Alice moans, pushing back against my hand. "I'm ready. Give me your cock."

Hearing those words, I position the pierced head of my cock at her entrance. With a gentle but firm thrust, I push inside her. Her ass grips me tight, the sensation almost too much to bear.

"Oh, fuck," I grit out, my eyes rolling back in my head.

I pause, letting her adjust to the invasion. Her body tenses, and I see a flash of discomfort cross her face.

"You okay, princess?"

She nods. "Just give me a moment."

I wait, my body burning with anticipation. The haunted house is filled with the sound of our heavy breathing. After a few seconds, she nods again, this time with determination.

"Keep going," she says.

I start moving, slowly at first, letting her get used to the feel of me inside her. Her body relaxes around me, the initial discomfort fading away. I thrust a little harder, a little faster, my eyes never leaving hers.

"That's it, princess," I encourage. "Take it all."

Her breath quickens as I pick up the pace, her moans becoming louder. "Oh, Lars... oh my god..."

I lean down, my lips brushing against her ear. "That's it. Let go."

As I slam into her, she cries out, her body shaking with pleasure. "Lars! Oh, fuck, right there!"

Her ass grips me like a vice, milking my cock. I can feel my release building, but I hold off, wanting to prolong this moment.

"Come for me, princess," I demand. "Let me feel you come around my cock."

Her breath catches in her throat, her body tensing as she spirals toward the edge. "I'm gonna... oh, god, Lars!"

With a few more thrusts, she explodes, her ass clenching and releasing in waves. Her pussy squirting everywhere and making a mess. I thrust as deep as possible and spill myself inside her.

We stay connected for a few seconds, our breathing ragged. I gently pull out of her, my cock twitching as I do so. She sits up, a satisfied smile on her face.

"You enjoyed that, didn't you, princess?" I ask. Alice bites her lip, her eyes sparking with mischief. "You know I did," she admits, her hands reaching up to caress my neck. "Fuck, I love it when you take control like that."

My lips graze her ear. "I've got more ways to take control, baby. Ways that'll make you beg for more." Her breath hitches as my fingers gently tilt her chin up, exposing the delicate skin of her neck.

"There's just one condition," I whisper, my lips ghosting over her sensitive skin, making her shiver. "What's that?" she asks, a challenge in her eyes.

You have to ride my motorcycle again tomorrow," I say, smirking. "But there's a catch." Her eyes narrow, a mix of curiosity and desire flashing across her face. I enjoy keeping her guessing; it fuels the fire between us.

"I want you to ride it with my cock deep in your ass," I continue, watching her reaction carefully. She bites her lip, considering my proposal.

"Mmm, that sounds intriguing," she purrs, her fingers trailing down my chest. "But why?"

"Because it's a more natural position while you ride than in your pussy," I explain, my voice a low rumble. "You'll be nice and relaxed, and we can ride for hours with your ass warming my cock."

Alice moans. "I like the sound of that."

I chuckle, unable to hide my satisfaction at her response. "I thought you might. It's a date."

"Will you pick me up?" she asks.

I grab Alice's hand. "No, you're staying the night with me, princess. It's not up for negotiation."

Alice's brow furrows as she looks up at me, uncertainty flickering across her face. "What do you mean? I didn't bring a change of clothes."

I lean in closer, my voice low and unyielding. "You're mine now. You'll be staying in my trailer from now on." My grip on her hand tightens slightly, leaving no room for argument. "We'll pick up your stuff tomorrow."

Alice opens her mouth, then closes it, clearly taken aback by my declaration. I can see the gears turning in her head as she processes my words.

"I've told you I've not decided if I'm?—"

I shake my head. "There's nothing to decide. You're coming with me, princess. This is where you belong."

Without waiting for a response, I guide her toward the exit of the haunted house. As we walk through the carnival, the air is thick with anticipation.

I can sense her inner conflict, the pull between the life she knows and the one I'm offering.

I unlock the door and usher her inside. The space is modest but cozy, and I can see Alice taking it all in, her eyes darting around curiously.

"Welcome home, princess," I murmur, my hand finding the small of her back as I guide her further into the trailer.

Alice turns to face me, her green eyes shining with mixed emotions. "Lars, I..." she begins, her voice barely above a whisper.

I silence her with a finger on her lips, my gaze intense and unwavering. "Shhh. Don't fight it, Alice. This is where you belong."

Without another word, I pull her close, my lips crashing down on hers in a passionate, possessive kiss. Alice melts into my embrace, her body responding to my touch.

I know she's mine, and I'll do whatever is necessary to keep her by my side forever.