It all started when Kiera gave the bad boy her virginity...
Kiera knew Reese Trenton wasn't for her, but she couldn't stay away. He was rough around the edges, tattooed and pierced, and fiercer than any guy she had ever met. He knew too much about sex, got drunk, and started far too many fights. He was a bad boy, but Kiera still wanted him in the worst kind of way.
Reese's life is lonely, despite always being surrounded by people. He's only wanted one thing, and that is Kiera Sheppard, the girl he has watched from afar for four years. As they grow closer, Reese wants to give her everything and show her he is worthy of her love. But his sordid past tears their bond and he doesn't know if he can redeem himself and show her she is the most important thing in his broken life.
He positioned his hips between her open thighs and he pressed his jean-clad erection into her panty-covered mound. Her skirt had ridden up her thighs, but modesty wasn’t what was on her mind right now. A moan spilled from her at the intimate contact. What would it feel like to have his bare flesh against hers? The thought had her spearing her hands in his hair and pulling him closer. His warm tongue slid along hers, stroking, mimicking the exact sexual act she wished they were doing. A slow steady thrust of his hips had her panting against his lips and lifting her own hips for harder contact.
“Please, Reese,” she murmured against his mouth. “I want to feel you all over me.” Kiera had no idea where these words came from. She certainly wasn’t versed in how to tempt a man, but it came so easily with Reese. His hand slid down her side and stopped on her outer bare thigh. He was so hard, like a steel rod behind the fly of his jeans. Ever-so-slowly he moved his hand over the top of her leg. He kept trailing his fingers high and higher, twisting his hand until his finger brushed along the crease where her leg met her pussy. Heat surrounded them, causing rivulets of seat to bead between her breasts. They tilted their heads at the same time, and their tongues delved deeper between each other until she felt like she was lost in everything that was Reese.
“You taste so good, Kiera.” He trailed his lips over her jaw and down her neck to where her pulse beat frantically. He continued a slow, steady press of his hardness against her. Could he feel her wetness soaking through her panties? This was unfamiliar territory for her, but she didn’t want it to stop. His fingers still rested at the edge of her panties, not moving, just rubbing back and forth.
“Touch me, Reese. Touch me harder.”
He groaned against her neck, his body tense, and his breathing ragged.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to hear you say that.” It was so strange to hear him say those words, but she was sick of questioning it and how she felt.
“Please.” She lifted her hips, hoping her would appease her. It didn’t matter that she begged him for this, because she was past the point of being shy and embarrassed by her actions and words. Her breasts ached and felt so incredibly heavy. Kiera pressed them against his chest, her nipples hard and sensitive. Decay surrounded them, but this felt right, and she wanted to give herself to the bad boy.
“Tell me to stop, Kiera,” he asked, but he moved his fingers below the waistband of her panties.
“No, Reese. Touch me.” She breathed out, screaming inside that he gave her a little taste of what she craved.
Closer and closer he came to the spot that tingled and throbbed for him, and when he finally let his fingers slip along her wet slit she bit her lip and moaned. The force of his shaking body atop hers could have rivaled an earthquake. Sliding the digits up her cleft to her clit, he rubbed the engorged bud back and forth, causing her to cry out in ecstasy. She should have felt mortified by the way she twisted her hips and ground herself on his hand, but the pleasure was too much, too intense. Never had she felt anything like this, and he hadn’t even penetrated her. What would it feel like when he pressed all those hard inches into her? She could tell he was so very big by the way the heavy weight pressed against her. It would hurt, she was sure, but she didn’t doubt the pain would morph into pleasure and make her breathless. She should have been embarrassed by the fact that wet, slippery noises surrounded them as he worked his fingers against her pussy.
“You’re so wet for me.” He moved the digits down her slit and teased the pad of his thumb along the opening of her body. Her legs shook as she braced her feet on the ground. He licked and nibbled at her throat, the sting from his teeth causing a wave of pleasure to slam into her. When he dipped just the tip of his thumb into her she cried out against the side of his face. He only pushed inside of her to the first knuckle, but the sweet sensation that coursed through her had lights flashing before her eyes.
“You’re so fucking tight and hot, baby.” He didn’t push any further into her, just held poised at her entrance. “And soaking wet.” Her inner muscles clenched down, and he groaned. He turned his face and captured her lips in a searing kiss. He slid his tongue into her mouth at the same time he pushed his thumb to the next knuckle inside of her. In and out he moved his thumb and tongue, fucking both her mouth and pussy at the same time. With a twist of his wrist he removed his thumb and placed it at her clit, and pushed his index and middle finger back inside of her. Back and forth he rubbed her clit, making that bundle of tissue swell even further and her imminent orgasm churn inside of her. It was so intense that she knew if he kept it up she would climax right underneath him. Holding off the inevitable because she didn’t want it to end, she focused her attention on the feel of his scruff along her cheeks.
“Don’t hold back, baby. I want you to come.” His voice was a rough growl. He moved his thumb faster and faster on her clit and lifted his head to stare down at her. He held her eyes with his. Her mouth parted, and her eyes widened as the pleasure was just too much to contain any longer.