Beautiful Nightmare (Dark Dream 2)

A second later, a third finger was wedging itself inside me, working me open in a way that stung and throbbed pleasantly at the same time. His hot, satin mouth sealed over my clit and began to trash it mercilessly with his tongue.

My orgasm reared over me so suddenly, I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t even see as it descended, just blackness in my vision and then, as the climax boke over me, wheeling whorls of color and blinding light. I was vaguely aware of the broken groan and gasps falling from my mouth, of the way my pussy spasmed around his thick fingers, wetting him down to his elbow, but I was too far gone to even imagine being embarrassed by my wantonness.

When my vision clear, he was still between my legs, a dark, triumphant grin curling the scarred side of his mouth.

“Again,” he declared and then bent once more to pay his penance on my swollen pussy.

This time, he was ruthless, curling his fingers against a spot inside me that made me see so many stars I thought I was witnessing the entire galaxy unfurled around me. He made me moan and keen like an animal, begging for more and for mercy at the same time. When his teeth rasped ever so gently over my hypersensitive clit, I burst open at the seams, thoughts and inhibitions escaping into nothingness.

“Tiernan,” I cried again and again, his name echoing in the massive empty casino. “Tiernan.”

“That’s it, little thing,” he murmured, eyes glittering when I finally found the energy to lift my head to look down at home. “Such a good girl coming all over my hand. You taste so fucking sweet.”

A moan rattled loose in my chest and fell out my open, panting mouth. I wanted to beg him to stop, but each orgasm seemed to carve a path out inside me that led to more. Greed trampled through me, eviscerating my concerns, my exhaustion and shame.

“Fuck me,” I begged, “Please, Tiernan, I need you inside me.”

“It might hurt,” he warned on a low rumble as if the idea pleased him. “You’re so swollen and you’re still practically a virgin. I haven’t had the time to fit you to my cock properly yet.”

“Oh my God.”

He chuckled as he lazily toyed with my swollen pussy, running his fingers through my wetness as if swimming laps in a pool.

“I think one more and I should really be forgiven,” he mused, sucking at the inside of one thigh.

“I forgive you,” I promised. “Please, I forgive me. I don’t know how much more I can take.”

“Let’s find out, shall we?” His voice was dark as his hot gaze as he fixed it between my legs.

I shuddered violently as he gently started to work his mouth over me again. He was softer, aware of how sensitive and swollen I was, but still ceaseless. It took longer to build the heat inside me, kindling laid piece by piece. By the time I was sweating, writing on the table under the punishing grip of Tiernan’s hands as he fought to keep me still under his tongue, my entire lower body felt as if it was on fire. I wanted to put it out nearly as desperately as I wanted to give in to the heat and luxuriate in its sweet-sharp bite.

“Tiernan, please,” I whispered scream, nearly sobbing from the intensity.

“You ask so fucking pretty,” he praised as he suddenly stood up and stepped away from me.

Cool air wafted over my overheated sex and I groaned then groaned again as I watched him teared open his trousers. His thick cock was almost purple with lust as he took it in his fist and gave it one vicious stroke.

“Do you need this, little thing?” he taunted. “Do you want to come all over me?”

“Yes,” I gasped as he stepped forward, the hot tip of his erection like a branding iron on my wet folds. “God, yes.”

“Then, do it. Come for me,” he ordered magnanimously as he gripped my hips and impaled me completely on one brutal thrust.

I screamed soundlessly as my pussy clenched all around him, pulling him even deeper, desperate for more, more, more, even as I felt myself shatter with overwhelming pleasure. There were tears on my cheeks and the filthy, wet slap of Tiernan’s cock sawing in and out of my tight folds while he held me still through my orgasm. My elbows were abraded by the felt table and my thigh were weak from the strain of spasming through so many orgasms.

And still, somehow, when I emerged from the depths of my pain-edged climax, I wanted more. Honestly, the depth of my insatiability almost scared me.

Tiernan read the fear in my eyes and grinned like a demon. “Hush, sweet thing, don’t worry. I’ll keep fucking you until you’re ruined for more. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”