Vegas Virgin (Nevada Bad Boys 1)

“Oh God...” She moaned and her body writhed underneath me, panting with the pleasure of my thrusts.

“God has nothing on me.” I let out a laugh as I gave her another thrust.

I slid my cock back several inches and drove it in again, not as hard as it could have been, but enough to feel that twinge of pleasure I craved. I pressed both sides of my palms beside her head and positioned myself between her thighs so I could get a better angle.

Slow and steady until I can really start fucking her.

Several minutes of gentle intercourse followed, but I picked up the pace as fast as I could without really hurting her. I leaned in to claim her lips again with my own, driving my dick inside of her as I did. She was barely able to concentrate long enough for our lips to touch because she was lost in the euphoria of the moment. I leaned back, wrapping both of my hands around her waist.

So fucking good. Her pussy is fantastic.

I held her steady as I drove my cock inside over and over, using every inch of my length with each thrust. I pulled back until my cock was almost visible beneath the mound of her labia and then slammed it inside. The haphazard thrusts became a continuous rhythm and my cock was throbbing with the need to ejaculate. As much as I wanted to feel the release, I was enjoying her pussy too much to stop. I kept myself on the edge, refusing to let go, but I could tell she didn’t have the same level of control I had.

“I’m...” Her breath picked up. “I’m gonna cum...” A loud drawn-out moan erupted from her throat.

“You and me both.” I felt the building pressure of cum swelling in my balls.

Her body roared with excitement and her vaginal walls spasmed as I made her cum. The orgasm seemed to loosen her up a little bit and there was a lot more lubrication so I really started to pound her pussy as hard as I could. She bit down on her lip and I knew she wasn’t going to be done with just one.

“I’m going to fill your pussy with my cum.” I felt my body jerking and spasming.

Another orgasm built up and came out of her like a wave as I talked dirty to her. I was so turned on I couldn’t hold on any longer. I leaned close to her and started the steady thrusts I knew would release my seed. She panted in my ear with the elongated pleasure of her second orgasm. I felt the pressure building in my balls reach a fever pitch and I knew I was at the perfect point—the point where I couldn’t stop myself even if I wanted to, but able to prolong the pleasure if I didn’t ru

sh it.

I just want to enjoy this pussy a little bit longer.

I enjoyed her tightness as long as I could until my cock just couldn’t take any more. I felt the surge rush up my shaft and then I let out a loud grunt as I exploded inside of her. Even though I had masturbated the previous day, it was one of the most powerful ejaculations I had ever felt. It kept going with my entire body shuddering as I released what felt like a lifetime of stored up semen. My body got tight, each muscle squeezing while my cock throbbed and pulsated. When it was finally over, I lay between her legs, pressing my lips to hers with gentle kisses.

“That was amazing...” She whispered. “I thought it would be terrible the first time.”

“With anyone else, it might have been.” I let my tongue drift across her lips. “You’re just lucky you were with me.”

We lay there with our bodies connected until we were both feeling our energy drained by our orgasms. I rolled over onto my back and held her against my chest. The storm outside the cabin continued to rage as nightfall started to settle on Wolf Creek again. I felt myself starting to doze. After nearly an hour, she sat up and I immediately felt a sense of discomfort from our separation. She slid out of bed and walked to the living room, picking up her glass of whiskey and sipping it.

“I didn’t give you permission to leave.” I pushed up on my hands and looked over at her.

“Sorry, I’m parched.” She sipped the whiskey again.

The moonlight caught the outline of her figure and she looked stunning. She really was my beautiful blonde goddess and I was already feeling a desire to be inside of her again. I slipped on my boxers and walked to the living room, wrapping my arms around her.

“One drink and then we’re going back to bed.” I reached down and squeezed her ass. “Unless you want another spanking.”

“I deserved to have my bottom spanked, but I’m not going to do anything to earn another one today. I’ll save up all my bratty behavior for tomorrow.” She winked and smiled.

Apparently, sex isn’t the only thing my blonde goddess wants to repeat.

After a few kisses on her neck, I poured us both a fresh glass of whiskey. The drink was harsh on my dry throat after our lovemaking but I needed something to drink and the buzz had worn off. I put one back quickly and watched as she nursed her first drink.

Come on, drink it faster. I’m ready to fuck you again.

She finally walked back to the bedroom and placed her glass on the nightstand. I followed behind her as she slid into the bed and opened her legs. The look on her face was pretty fucking clear—she wanted me as much as I wanted her. I climbed back into bed, my cock throbbing before our skin even touched again.

Chapter 7: Heather

I’m not a virgin anymore.

Nineteen years, four months, six days, and I could have counted the hours if the clock on the wall hadn’t been blurry from the darkness. There had been pain, but it was definitely worth it when I felt the power of my first vaginal orgasm—I finally understood what the hype was all about. I wasn’t sure I could just go back to boring old masturbation after that.