Vegas Virgin (Nevada Bad Boys 1)

I took her to the bedroom and started removing her clothes. She was a radiant goddess in the moonlight, a glimmer of heaven that just couldn’t be ignored. By the time I crawled into bed on top of her, I was hard and focused on enjoying the moment. There was a hunger in her kiss and a lust in her eyes. She was no longer a timid virgin—she was a woman who needed the passion of our embrace.

Chapter 9: Heather

Shane seemed like an animal when he took me to the bedroom. I was so hungry for his touch that I didn’t care if it was gentle or rough—I just wanted him. I knew he didn’t want me to leave, and I really didn’t want to go, but it was too complicated to stay.

How can I explain it to him ?

I had enjoyed our time together and I wanted to be there with him, but the weight of my life was on my shoulders. I just wanted one more night, one more feeling of passion before we parted ways. When he descended between my thighs and I felt his cock against my pussy, I couldn’t wait to feel him inside of me again, even if it was the last time.

The thoughts of what the sunrise brought evaporated as his cock entered my pussy. I reached out and clamped my hands behind his head, feeling the first thrusts. They hurt because my pussy was still sore and it was like a reflection of the storm in his eyes. Even though there was discomfort at first, it didn’t take long for his thrusting to start moving across my g-spot and bringing back the pleasure I craved.

He placed a hand on my shoulder and one on my ribs as he started to passionately drive his cock into me and my hips joined his thrusts, trying to keep up with his fury. I stared into his eyes, watching the storm continue to build behind his dark round orbs. He pressed his lips to my neck and kissed me with a fervor that made me even more excited.

“Show me how much you want me.” I begged.

He took it as a sign to pick up the pace, and I was quickly overcome by the rapture of my body’s erupting pleasure. His hands moved to my breasts, squeezing them as he continued to fuck me. My mind flashed to all the moments we had together and I wondered how I would ever live without him.

There was so much I didn’t know about him and there was plenty he didn’t know about me, but none of that mattered when I was in his arms. Nothing seemed to matter except the moment we were in. I felt myself bouncing against the mattress as he moved inside of me, going deep with every thrust.

“Harder...” I squeezed his arms.

He slid his arms behind my back and lifted me up, leaning back on his knees. He used the tremendous strength in his legs to bounce me there against his hips and I could meet each thrust. When he slowed down, I took over, planting my feet on each side of his legs and wrapping my hands around his neck.

I lifted myself up and down, riding his cock like it was the only thing that mattered, because in that moment, it was. He leaned back further, letting my legs buckle at the knees so I was straddling him. His hands rested on my hips as I tried to satisfy the ache inside.

“You’re so beautiful.” He said. “I could stare at you forever.”

I couldn’t respond because my body was enthralled in the moment. The first sensations of an orgasm were starting to build. After I rode his cock for several minutes, he lifted his knees and started thrusting upwards. The pleasure was so overwhelming I sank down against his chest.

He wrapped one arm around my back and held my ass with the other as he drove himself into me. They felt like they were powerful enough to send me toppling off the bed if he wasn’t holding me so tight. The first sensation of orgasm quickly started to give away to a full-blown moment of bliss. I could feel his cock throbbing inside of me, getting harder as his panting growls gave way to exacerbated moans of pleasure.

Damn this is good...

I knew I didn’t have much left before I went over the edge, but it felt so amazing that I pushed for more. His powerful thrusts suddenly turned to quick ones and I couldn’t hold myself back. The tingling sensation gave way to spasms and then my whole body erupted in an orgasm.

My head rolled back and I let out a scream of pleasure. He started to pick up the pace with his quick thrusts as my pussy clenched his cock while I came.

“You feel so good.” He muttered as the first stream of cum erupted from his cock.

The lubrication of our combined excitement made it easier for him to slide inside of me, picking up the pace even more. I felt another orgasm coming and I just held on as he pummeled my pussy until it was complete.

Holy shit.

I was a blubbery, slobbering mess by the time it was done, especially as the remainder of his load came out in long streams while I erupted. I collapsed into his arms and felt the sticky sweat between us. The fire had warmed up the cabin a good bit, but our lovemaking had burned brighter than the inferno of the logs. We stayed there in silence, just enjoying the exhaustion of our embrace for what seemed like an eternity in the afterglow. I felt myself drifting away to sleep and I didn’t even care enough to move to the pillow—I just fell asleep in his arms. I didn’t wake up until the sun was already illuminating the cabin.

He was still asleep, still holding me. As much as I wanted to get up and see how the snow looked, I wanted to stay there more. I fell asleep again and was eventually awakened by the sound of breakfast and coffee going at the same time. I stumbled out of bed and walked to the window.

“I can see the road.” Those words would have been filled with excitement when I first got there, but they contained very little emotion after our time together.

“Yes.” He replied. “I called ahead on the radio and made sure your car was towed. They can get it running, but the window is going to have to wait. They’ll put some plastic on it so you can drive it if you want.”

“So, this is it.” I looked over at him.

Has he finally come to terms with the inevitability of my departure?

“Yes.” I could tell his mood was darker than what I had seen before.

I ate breakfast with him and had a couple of cups of coffee before making my way to the shower. I hoped he would join me, but there was no sign of him. The damp towel on the wall suggested he had showered before me and when I left the bathroom after I was done drying off, he was completely dressed.