Page 50 of Reckless Temptation

He did, slamming his shaft all the way into me over and over. Back and forth, he moved his hips so he could spear into my wet pussy.

My orgasm drew closer and closer. I couldn’t catch my breath. I couldn’t think. All I was left with were the sensations of him stuffing me and pushing me so swiftly to coming. With a blinding intensity of pleasure, the pain of his dick stretching me suddenly shifted to euphoria.

Blissful pleasure rocked through me. And with an intense orgasm, my first, I felt like I was falling and soaring, broken and completed, all at once.

I cried out, arching my back as the strong sensation of release claimed me. So hot. So fierce. So wet. The sounds of my juices and the suction of him plunging his cock into me dragged out the thrill of being so naughty with him like this.

He grunted, rocking into me harder and faster until he followed me. Coming fast, he groaned and kissed me as his dick twitched inside me.

We hadn’t used a condom.

We hadn’t used protection.

Bare like this, with only our lust enveloping us, he came deep inside me and flooded me with his cum.

Goosebumps spread out over his back. He staggered against me, resting his brow against mine. And still, I clung to him.

The enormity of what just happened would hit me later.

I’d had sex with Nick Grant.

I caved, letting this bad boy fuck me against the wall.

Outside, thunder continued to boom and rattle the ground. Torrents of rain pattered on the windows.

As we stood there, catching our breath and shivering from the rush of endorphins from coming, it still seemed like the rest of the world couldn’t reach us.

That in here, just the two of us, we weren’t enemies. He wasn’t my bully in here, but my lover. I wasn’t the target of his cruel intentions, but his recklessly willing girl.

All too soon, he stepped back and helped me stand. No matter how slowly he moved, I couldn’t help but wince at his slipping out of me.

“I’ll be right back,” he said, his voice rough. “There’s some towels…”

I watched him as he lowered his gaze to his dick. Blood glistened on the long, thick shaft. Mixed with our cum, the evidence of my virginity shone under the dim light in the pool house.

“You’re a virgin?” he asked quietly, his tone almost accusatory as he lifted his face. Glowering at me, he waited for an answer.

“I…” I swallowed, missing the heat of his body. Now shame hit me hard, the humiliation and embarrassment that I’d given him my V card like this. “I was,” I retorted weakly. Clearly, I couldn’tclaim it anymore. He’d fucked me. I’d let my bully slam into me ruthlessly, and I hated how good it felt.

He furrowed his brow as he backed up. Shaking his head, he didn’t comment as he sought out the towels in the bathroom.

I gave him my V card.

Nick.

Nick Grant, the campus bad boy.

My bully.

Without him here and tempting me, reality crashed into me.

What the fuck have I done?

Panicking that I’d just made the biggest mistake of my life, I shoved my skirt down and hurried toward the door.

Rain sheeted down. Thunder still boomed.

And I ran. Right into the storm and on the quickest way off the Lorsen property, I ran as fast as my shaky legs could carry me.

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