Vegas Revenge Wedding (Nevada Bad Boys 2)

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.

Shane Black was amazing. I didn’t believe there was another man on the planet more deserving of being my first. I didn’t care if we barely knew each other—I knew what I wanted. He was a real man, but he was the kind of man that would probably break my heart if I gave it to him. I wasn’t sure I could avoid it, especially with what we had shared. I wondered if I was anything more to him than an opportunity to get laid.

Will you even remember me when the storm is over and I go home?

I didn’t want to dwell on it. I wanted something else—a lot more. I wanted to feel him inside of me again, to feel the closeness of two bodies becoming one. I wanted to feel the pleasure overwhelm the pain again. I let my knees drift apart and stared directly at him, locking eyes with his hungry stare.

“I can’t wait to be inside of you again,” he whispered as he sank against me and started kissing my neck.

“I’m ready...” I moaned in his ear as my fingers ran through his hair.

He lifted me off the bed with one hand and pressed his lips to mine. I loved the roughness of his kiss, a hunger that felt like it couldn’t be satiated. I let my lips part and his tongue slid between them, contacting mine. I felt like every kiss I had up to that moment was amateur hour compared to the way he kissed me. It was like he wanted to pillage my mouth and there was so much fire and passion I struggled to concentrate on anything else.

It felt like more than a kiss—it felt like his whole body was connected to mine when our skin met. He held me tight and caressed my body, sending shivers that collided with the heat. He knew exactly where to plant his lips to make me burn with desire for his touch. He held me suspended in air, captivated by his touch, ravaging my body with his tongue.

All I could do was hang on and enjoy the ecstasy. I did my best to keep up but his experience was dominating every attempt I made. I slid my hand between his legs and started to stroke his cock. I might not have been an expert of every sensual spot of the male anatomy, but I knew how to get a response. I slid my hand up and down his shaft, pushing the head against my pussy, which was already wet again.

“You’re not a virgin anymore.” His lips drifted across my ears as he spoke.

“No.” I leaned against his neck. “I want you again.”

“You’re going to have me. It’s time for you to really get fucked.” He leaned back with a hungry look in his eyes.

Yeah... Talk dirty to me. Tell me what you’re going to do.

He held me up with one hand on my ass and one on my back. I stayed suspended there for a moment, our flesh pressed together, but then he flipped me over and pushed me face first into the bed. A hand slid under my stomach and lifted my hips until I was on my knees in front of him, but he kept one hand on the back of my neck, holding my face against the bed.

“I like it rough sometimes.” The hand on the back of my neck wrapped around my hair.

Do I like it rough? Oh God, I think I like it rough. I’m so turned on that I’m going to orgasm before he ever fucks me.

His hardened cock pressed against my pussy as he positioned himself. I felt a new surge of desire resonating from within me. He slid me closer, driving his cock inside as he did. It went in hard and fast with no time for me to adjust to his girth. I winced for a moment, but he quickly withdrew—only to follow up with an even harder thrust. Several quick ones followed, and I felt myself starting to adjust.

“That feels good...” A moan of pleasure roared across my lips.

“I bet it does.” He landed a hard slap on my ass and it reignited the fire he had created there earlier. My body reacted with a quiver and the sting quickly turned to pleasure.

The sensation from that angle was different and it felt like his cock never left my g-spot. The stories of how great it felt could never have prepared me for the pleasure it caused me to feel. After a few dozen thrusts, I was fully adjusted and I was moaning every time he drove himself deep. I was enjoying it so much I found myself pushing back against him, trying to force his cock deeper each time.

“Don’t stop...” I moaned through drawn, panted breaths.

“I don’t intend to.” He picked up the pace. “Not until I fill you with cum again.”

Yes!

The roughness of his thrusts were so hot I thought I would spontaneously combust from the feeling that was building inside of me. My g-spot was almost pulsating with pleasure as he slammed his cock into it hard and fast. As soon as I felt the sensation crash into my body, he was withdrawing his dick and slamming it again. The hand that was wrapped around my hair kept me pinned to the bed and I could barely move, but I continued to try and lift my hips against his thrusts.

My pussy may never recover from this, but I don’t care.