His Virgin Bride (The Bad Boy Collection, 1)
The Bad Boy Collection, 1
Kurtis is used to getting what he wants. Women fall at his feet, and he can simply pick which woman he wants for that night. Tillie Powell, however, is completely different. She has never fallen for his tricks, and she’s not impressed by his wealth.
When he finds out that a guy he doesn’t like wants her, Kurtis snaps. No one can have her but him. The problem is, he’s also found out she’s a virgin. Will Tillie believe he’s interested in her or only to pop her cherry?
He takes her away to his beach house for the summer and propositions her. He won’t try to take her virginity but she can experiment with him without fear of him spreading vicious rumors.
Can Kurtis turn Tillie into his virgin bride and make her fall in love with him by the end of the summer? Or will he be the one bad boy who can’t be reformed?
Be Warned: anal play
I’m crazy, insane and crazy.
Kurtis was a horn dog. He didn’t stick with the same woman more than once, and here he was offering her the chance to experiment. Tillie held onto him, and when they made it to the base of her bed, he paused, giving her a chance to breathe. When she came out onto the balcony, she’d been thinking of ways to ask him to experiment with her. He’d been interested, and that kiss had set aflame a desire she didn’t know she had. Tillie wanted to explore it, and Kurtis was a friend.
She hadn’t expected this.
One summer with Kurtis, and in return he would let her catch up on her teenage years of experimenting that she missed out on.
He tugged his shirt off, throwing it to the floor. His body was thick with muscle showing that he worked out a lot. Ink decorated his arms, and they looked more like tribal tattoos than anything. They were black, and stood out against his tanned flesh.
“Do you like what you see?”
“Don’t do that to me. I’m not interested in being mocked, not by you or by anyone.”
“Consider me silent from now on,” he said. “Well, silent to a point. I’ve got to say, Tillie, I like to talk about what I like.”
“I’m starting to get that.”
“For instance, I love the fact that I don’t have to hold back in touching you.” As if to prove his point, he reached out, pulling her toward him. They were only separated by a few inches, and yet that had been enough to give her a little space. His hand roamed over her ass, sliding between her thighs, making her gasp. Kurtis cupped her between her thighs, but he didn’t linger. He grabbed her hand, and pressed it against the front of his jeans. The hard ridge of his cock filled her palm, and she gasped. “That’s what you’re doing to me. I can reach out and touch you whenever I want. You’re mine to play with.”
“That makes you mine to play with as well,” she said.
“Yes. You can play with me all you want to, Tillie. In fact, I look forward to it.”
“What are you doing?” she asked, when he started to push his jeans down. His cock sprang free, and Tillie couldn’t believe she was looking at Kurtis, naked, with his cock standing out, long, thick, and proud.
“You see what you do to me.” He placed her fingers around his cock and started to pump the shaft.
He was soft, yet hot and hard. She hadn’t seen a cock in the flesh before, and it was shocking her.
“I’m so turned on. Your hand is fucking perfect on my body. I don’t want you to stop.” He began to move her hand up and down his shaft, making her take her time, and explore him. She stared at her hand, which was covered by his much larger one. He was showing her how to stroke him. Kurtis stopped, and guided her thumb over the tip, stroking through the clear pre-cum that was leaking out of the top.
Suddenly, he pulled away from her, and Tillie looked up. He reached out, and gripped her shirt. She’d never been naked in front of anyone, and so she placed her hands over his in an attempt to stop. She wasn’t completely ready for this.
“I’m going to see you naked very soon.”
Tillie nodded, and pulled out of his arms.
“Look at me, Tillie,” he said.
She stared into his blue eyes and watched as he took a seat at the edge of her bed. “You can trust me. I want to see you naked. You don’t need to be scared.”
Fingering the bottom of her shirt, she quickly tugged it over her head, and dropped it to the floor. Next, she wriggled out of her shorts, and stood before him in her lacy white underwear.
“Fuck me,” he said.
She chanced another quick look at him, and was shocked by the apparent lust shining in his eyes.