Chapter 11

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A Night With The Bad Boy

I sat up in bed as Vincent exited the bathroom, his clothes now off and his lower body wrapped in a towel. I blushed badly and covered myself with the blanket. Oh god. I thought, trying to find a weapon. I'm not ready for third base. He walked over to me and laid down next to me, pulling me close to him and kissing me. I kissed him back, starting to relax a little. I liked being close to him, his warmth surrounding me and calming me.

He ran his hand up my shirt and pulled me even closer. His hand was cold, sending a shiver throughout my body. I bit my lip, a little afraid of what he was going to do to me. He kissed my neck and his hands slid on my ass, gripping it tight. I bit my lip more and gripped his hair. No one has ever touched me like this before and I didn't know it felt this good. He took off his towel and tossed it aside, his junk was really big and it stood up.

I covered my face and tried not to scream. He pulled me against him and rubbed my hair. "Relax Kat." He whispered into my ear, his voice sexy and low. I held onto him and looked him in the eyes. "That thing is too big." I said, my hands shaking. He smiled and pulled me on his chest, holding me tight. "Don't worry. He won't bite unless you want him too." He said, laying with me. I relaxed a bit and laid my head on his chest, listening to his heart beat. Unlike mine, it was slow and steady like any normal heart beat. I was the only one nervous here.

I ran my finger down his chest slowly, making sure that he was real. That this wasn't one of the dreams I used to have. He bit his lip and took off my top, exposing my bare skin and breasts. "I love how you aren't wearing a bra." He said, teasing me. I blushed and covered my chest embarrassed. "B-Because you aren't supposed to sleep with one." I said, stuttering and trying to relax again. He laughed and kissed my stomach, both of his hands rubbing on my breasts.

I moaned a little, this weird feeling starting to come all over my body. What is this? I thought, wrapping my legs around his waist. This feels so good. I gripped his hair, pulling him back up and kissing him. It was like I wasn't in control of my body anymore, it just moved on it's own. His towel had come off again, his junk was even bigger than before. I stared at it a little and looked away, realizing that wasn't a very good idea. He took off my pajama pants and played with the strap of my underwear. I was almost completely naked, not that it mattered. He had already seen me completely naked the first day here.

I let him take them off, my hands holding onto his shoulders as he got on top of me. "I'm a virgin." I told him, giving him a hint to be gentle. He winked at me and slowly entered my pussy with his dick. So much pain came over me and it felt like he was going to rip me apart, I clawed his back and cried a little. "No..take it out..please it hurts." I begged as he kept thrusting inside me. But he didn't take it out, and the more he thrust the more the pain started to go away. My eyes rolled back in my head as pleasure started taking over my body. Oh my god. I thought, pulling Vincent's hair. Yes..yes..

"Yes.." I moaned, closing my eyes and leaning my head back on the pillow. He smirked and sped up, his hands holding me gently. I screamed in pleasure, my body shaking uncontrollably. I couldn't think or control my emotions anymore. I felt weak and sensitive, something was coming out of my pussy. Vincent looked at me and smirked a little. "I see you came." He said, pulling out and laying with me. His dick was covered with my cum and it was still big. Seriously? I thought. How is he still horny? I laid there and closed my eyes, unable to move. Vincent held me against his chest and kissed my forehead. "How'd you like your first time?" He asked, rubbing my breasts.

I buried my face in his chest and moaned a little, not able to handle anymore pleasure. "So good.." I whispered, unable to talk that well. I was breathing rapidly and my body was still shaking. Vincent held onto me until I finally passed out in his arms.

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