Vegas Virgin (Nevada Bad Boys 1)

“Me too...” I moaned.

The tense muscles inside of my pussy started to spasm as my body felt the first stream of his ejaculation. I bit down on the sheets as I let out a light scream of pleasure when my orgasm began.

It was more intense than the ones I had experienced earlier, magnified by the way his cock throbbed against my g-spot while it unleashed the entirety of his lust. My head buckled backwards against my neck as he yanked on my hair. He pulled my head back while he continued to drive his cock inside of me.

Damn, why do I like that so much?

I did my best to push back and bounce against his thrusts, but my orgasm was already overpowering my sense of self-control. He slammed into me hard and then held himself there, at the deepest point where his balls rested against my clitoris. They seemed to almost vibrate as he unloaded the last drop of his pleasure into my exhausted pussy.

When he was spent, his fingers released their grip and I fell forward into the bed. He slowly withdrew and then dropped beside me in the bed. Sweat had formed on the edge of his eyebrows and he had a look of intense satisfaction on his face.

“That was incredible.” I rolled to the side and put my hand on my chest. “I’m almost out of breath.”

“Find it quick.” He looked over at me. “I’m not finished with you.”

“I don’t know if I can take any more.” I shook my head, feeling heaviness in my eyes as the afterglow of the orgasm sent calming endorphins through my body.

“Oh, you can take a lot more, trust me.” He pulled me close and pressed his lips to mine. “You’re mine, whenever I want you.”

How could I say no to that?

I dozed in his arms fairly quickly, completely exhausted by the fury of our lovemaking. I was semi-aware of a shift in the bed when he moved closer and started to run his fingers down my naked body. It tingled a little, but I was beyond the point of being able to lift an arm or even open an eyelid. It was hard to tell if it was happening in real life or if I was dreaming. I finally felt the deepest sleep pulling me into a dark embrace.

I DIDN’T SLEEP VERY long, despite the exhaustion that settled into my bones. When I woke up and felt the cold on his side of the bed, I fully opened my eyes and looked around the cabin. I could hear him in the kitchen, so I slid out of bed and walked into the living room.

My stomach had a bit of a cramp and a hunger pang—another part of my penance for throwing my food on the floor earlier in the day. Only a few hours had passed, but it seemed like so much more. I still didn’t understand what came over me when I chose to take my anger out on his plate and the food he fixed for me, but there was a soreness in my bottom to remind me of the price I paid for that temporary bit of bratty insanity.

And it’ll probably happen again if I misbehave—I’m not sure that is a bad thing.

“Ah, sleeping beauty has risen.” He smiled as I entered the living room and yawned.

“Yeah...” I nodded. “I’m famished.”

“I should send you to bed without supper after the stunt you pulled earlier.” He narrowed his eyes at me.

“I’m sorry...” I replied.

“There’s plenty of food in the fridge. Help yourself.” He motioned towards the fridge behind him. He had already piled some food on a plate and was digging into it with his fork.

The kitchen was filled with various items, but none of the junk food I preferred was present. I settled on a tomato sandwich, topped with some lettuce. As much as I would have liked a couple of pieces of bacon to complete the ensemble, I didn’t feel it was appropriate to ask after what I did earlier so I topped it with salt and pepper.

“This stuff is so fresh.” I bit into it and felt the fullness of the flavor—it was so much tastier than what we normally got at the grocery store.

“I grew them myself. I have a small greenhouse out back that I use when the weather is a little cold. I’ll have to can whatever is left after the storm, so enjoy it.” He smiled as he watched me bite into the sandwich again.

It was a great sandwich, even without the protein, and I felt full after it was gone. I sat down in the living room and watched the television for a moment, staring at the various news from around the area. The storm was going to be legendary before it was over and they were predicting another day of snow. The local weatherman had completely failed to predict the storm that was coming and my friends were likely holed up in their cabin with booze supplies running low.

Not me. I could drown myself in alcohol and barely hurt his supply.

A look at the well-stocked array on Shane’s counter suggested he was well beyond the capabilities of the experts to determine what was needed in such a situation. I really had been extremely lucky and it felt like a twist of fate in my favor that had landed me exactly where I needed to be. I stood up after staring at the television and walked to the window.

“Are you trying to melt the snow with your gaze?” He laughed as he watched me stare.

“No.” I shook my head. “I’m in no hurry to leave.”

“Does that mean you’re about ready for bed?” He had a certain hint of excitement in his tone.

“Not yet...” I turned and walked over to him.