“Aha,” we both nodded, and as we heard the footsteps, Oscar lowered me to the ground. We were both stained with blood, but he didn’t care. He lifted my dress and pulled down my thong.
Then he pulled a balloon from his pocket and said, “I heard you like to play with balloons.” He chuckled, lowering himself down.
But he didn’t put it inside me. He pulled down his pants, his cock sprang free, and he pressed the balloon to his lips and blew it up. Then he brought it to his cock and rolled it on, using it like a condom. The red balloon puffed out at the tip, round and stretched; the rest of it was tight against him.
He lifted my legs in the air, folding them toward my chest. Then he spat on my swollen flesh, rubbed his fingers over it, teased my clit, and shoved himself inside me.
The balloon at the tip made my stomach drop as he entered. The rubber dragged against my inner walls, turning pain into pressure, pressure into pleasure. It spread me wide, deeper with every thrust. I tightened around him, and the balloon started to deflate, hanging loose at the base of his cock.
“Fuck,” he groaned, diving deeper, his thrusts getting stronger.
One hand grabbed my breast, the other rubbed my clit, trying to make myself wetter for him. The wetter I got, the easier he slid in and out, the harder he fucked me.
As he pulled out, he stripped the balloon off and threw it to the ground. He pulled me over, and as I got on my knees, he lifted my ass, arched my back, and dove back in. His pace got faster.
One hand gripped my hip while he fucked me, hard.My mouth let out short, sharp screams as his cock swelled inside me.
Then he pulled out again. This time, he knelt behind me, lifted my ass higher, and buried his face between my cheeks. His tongue moved fast, licking across my clit, up and down, until I couldn’t think straight.
I moaned, my breathing rising, falling, louder each time. He could tell I was falling apart, trembling again. He pulled back, then shoved himself inside me, deeper, rougher. After a few thrusts, he came, filling me in.
He leaned back, sat down, and pulled me with him. I kept bouncing on top of him, my body still chasing the edge. I tightened around him, moaned hard, and came.
Just as I got off, turning to face him, lips still parted, Enzo came running in.
We jumped up. Oscar zipped his pants while I pulled my dress down.
“Mia left with all the money,” Enzo said, breathing fast. “She’s gone.”
Oscar tilted his head, eyes narrowing.“Fuck,” he shouted.
“By the time I got back, she was already in the car.”
I reached for Oscar’s hand. He gripped it tight for a second, then let go.
“Not now, Doll,” he snapped. “I have no patience.”
He walked past me.
Enzo looked at me like he almost felt sorry.
“Are you?” he asked.
“I will be,” I said, cutting him off before he could finish the question.
XXII. DOLL
Wewalkedbackfromthe woods, and as the house came into view, everything had already fallen silent. The people were gone, the lights were dead, and the carnival was closed again. In front of the stairs, Oscar and Rocco were sitting on the steps, waiting for Enzo and me to come back.
As we approached, Rocco spoke first.
“Mia is part of the Circle.”
“Cazzo.” Enzo grabbed his hair and stepped back.
“She took everything,” he said. “Money, every freak, every clown.” He shook his head. “From both of us.”
I moved to Oscar and placed a hand on his shoulder, but he brushed me off without even looking at me.
