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?”
When I whimpered in response, he placed a hand in my sternum and pushed me flat to the felt. Leaning over me, he kissed me softly, soothing the edge of pain thrumming through my body with the sweet press of his lips. The high frequency energy tingling through every inch of me gentled, mellowed, as he curried my torso with strong strokes of his hands.
“You can take more,” he promised me, hooking an arm around one of my limp legs to raise it up over his shoulder. “Tell me, Bianca.”
“I want more,” I answered immediately, my voice threadbare from screaming and moaning. “I always want more with you.”
Pure masculine triumph lit his face and his handsomeness took my breath away.
He pulled me up into his arms, hugging me tight as he thrust up into me. His rough pubic hair abraded my clit in a way that had my nails scrabbling at his back through his suit, my teeth sinking into his corded neck to anchor me to him as I threatened to float away.
But no matter how hard he fucked me like that, I couldn’t seem to orgasm again. Frustration built inside me along this intense, itchy need to climax again.
“Please,” I begged incoherently, clawing at Tiernan’s head as if I could force him to break me open around this burning energy inside me one last time. “Please.”
“I know what you need,” he promised, pulling away from my grasping hands.
I watched blearily as he moved to the nearby craps table with his trousers hanging open around his wet, red cock. He grabbed a glossy wooden stick with a flat golden end from the felt top that I’d seen the dealers use to push chips around on the table. He tested the weight of the implement against his palm and then glanced over at me with dark intent rich in his eyes.
“Tiernan,” I said in warning.
“Hush,” he encouraged as he stalked back to me.
Quickly and easily, as if I was a ragdoll, he flipped me over on the table so my torso was pressed to the felt and my legs dangled over the edge, bottom thrust into the air. He was inside me the next second, his air-cooled dick soothing inside my sensitive pussy.
“Brace against the table, little thing. This one is going to end both of us,” he promised as he wrapped one hand around my shoulder for leverage.
On his second thrust, I discovered what he had grabbed the stick for. It slapped down against the bare skin of my ass, lighting my tired nerve-endings in a way that made me gasp and clutch fruitlessly against the felt table top.
“Tiernan,” I ground out between my clenched teeth as he fucked me and beat my bottom with the dealer’s stick. “Oh my God, it’s too intense.”
“Do you want me to stop?” he asked, his civilized veneer crushed beneath the heel of his savage desire. “Or do you like the pain? Does it make your swollen pussy ache for me?”
“More,” I sobbed, crying as sensation crashed through me, obliterating everything I had left. The sting of the improvised crop on my ass ricocheted through me like a battering ram. “More, please, more.”
“Fuck,” he groaned long and low. “I can feel you milking me. Do you want my cum inside you, little thing? I’m going to fill you up until your leaking down your thighs and then I’m going to feed it to you.”
My fifth orgasm overtook me like a predator in the night, overpowering me with ferocious teeth and claws. It tore me apart piece by piece, until I was a shivering, gasping mess hanging over the table like slaughtered prey. The sound of Tiernan’s victorious shout and the feel of him pumping me full of his cum, cock jerking against my clenching cunt, made me nearly pass out from the pleasure and for a moment, everything went blessedly black.