Page 15 of Wicked Little Nightmare

He smirked. “My pleasure, Lakey. Always my pleasure.” Cam stood, pushing me off him before grabbing me and lifting me. My legs wrapped around his waist as he carried me to the couch. “Bend over.”

I obeyed, standing on the floor and bending at the hips until my hamstrings ached.

“Such a pretty pussy, Lakes. Not even wearing underwear. Naughty, naughty girl. You know what? After I fuck you andyou’re full of my cum, maybe we can go on a hunt. Would you like that, baby?”

The thought sent a jolt of electricity straight to my core. I whimpered in response.

“Words, baby, words.”

“Y-yes. Yes, I’d like that.” I wiggled my ass, desperate for him to touch me. To fuck me. Goddamn, to do anything to get rid of the throbbing.

His hand came down hard on my ass cheek. “But there’s a catch.”

“What? What catch?” I was getting irritated at my lack of being full of dick. And now he wanted to play games.

“You’re not gonna wear underwear while we do it.”

Oh God. This man was gonna be the death of me. “Fine. Can you fuck me now?”

A dark laugh escaped him as he smacked my ass once more. “You’ll take what I give you, little one.”

“Oh, fuck me.” I muttered. My irritation turned into desire as his face came down to lick at my clit. “Oh yeah, fuck, right there.”

Grinding my hips back on his mouth, I took what he gave until my legs started trembling.So close. So fucking close, just a little more…

And then he stopped. I was about to berate him when I heard his zip and his pants falling with a light thud to the ground. I waited impatiently until I felt the tip of his cock pushing against my entrance.

“You want this, Lakey?” He teased, rubbing his cockhead over my pussy.

Groaning, I tried to back up onto it, but he moved just at the last second. “FUCK, fine. YES. I want it. Now. Give. It. To. Me.”

He thrust in, one hard stroke and he was balls deep, making my toes curl in delight.Yes, oh God, yes. This is what I needed.His cock was a balm to my thirsty pussy, and I knew I’d be sore tomorrow, but oh, the sweet ecstasy.

“So fucking tight, baby.” Pulling out with a wet pop, he slapped my ass cheek once more before sliding back in slowly. “You sure you can take it?”

“Yes, fuck me like you hate me. I know you want to.” His cock was so big, it always hurt, but more so when he didn’t warm me up. Though, the pain was all part of the pleasure, and the stretch burned until it soothed into a nice ache.

He growled in response, his hands gripping my hips as he started pounding into me with wild abandon. The couch rattled against the wall as our moans filled the room. I gripped the cushions tighter as my climax neared.

“Come on, babe, I want you to cum.” Cam's voice was gritty with lust.

That was all it took, and stars exploded behind my eyelids. He grabbed my hair, yanking hard until I was flush against him, my legs almost giving out from under me.

“Say my name, Lakey. Tell the world who just made you cum like that.”

“Cam, fuck, do it again. Cam, please.” I was begging, but I didn’t care. I wanted more. He consumed me. His darkness met my own in a way no one’s ever had.

My other half. The match to my flame. The only good left in me.

He increased his pace, his cock pistoning in and out of me while his hand found its mark, rubbing my clit hard. His free hand wrapped around my neck, squeezing until I was breathing in small pants. My head started to float and black splotches clouded my vision just as a wave of pleasure tore through my body, ricocheting through me, forcing me to collapse forward onto the couch. He released my neck and grabbed my hips, driving himself home before dumping his cum deep inside me.

His cock twitched as his balls emptied. I loved the sensation of pieces of him staying inside me, living inside my body. I wanted to plug my pussy and keep it there, but instead he slowly pulled out, a wet pop sounding as he slid free.

“Such a good girl. You're all mine, Lakey. Every curve, every fear, every taste of you. It’s all mine. My sweet angel of darkness.” Cam said, his voice rough as he tucked his softening cock back into his pants and zipped up his jeans.

He scooped me into his arms, assessing my neck. “You’ll have some bruises. Sorry baby.”

“Mmm, I don’t mind. My personal necklace, and handmade by you. It’s the best gift I could ask for. Aside from more of those orgasms, and of course my early birthday present. Hard to top a personalized hit list.”

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