My Bad Boy's Diary

~Fifty-Two~ the first time

*WARNING: Sexually explicit content, reader discretion is advised.

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Dalton kissed me, holding my face cradled between those rough hands of his.

"Are you sure?" He asked me softly, and he brushed the tip his nose lightly against mine. "Are you sure you want it to be me? You can never take it back, you know."

I smiled up into his big brown eyes. "I'm sure." I promised. "I love you."

"I love you, too, Brooklyn." He gathered me tight against him and I closed my eyes as he took my innocence.

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It was everything I had ever hoped and dreamed it would be.

It hurt a little at first, as he broke through my virginity, but it honestly wasn't as bad as I was expecting.

Then it was feeling pretty good, then it was feeling amazing, then it was feeling mind-blowingly awesome.

Like, he made me make truly embarrassing sounds; little whimpers and groans that I couldn't control, it was so good.

He played with me for hours; moving me, rocking me, riding me and positioning me in different angles as he experimented with me. We were discovering what I liked, he informed me, flipping me over onto my tummy.

I could only groan in response, opening my legs for him with a certain shamelessness that made him chuckle.

That sound of smug male amusement made me flush all over and I tried to close my legs. But he pounced upon me, pinning me down as I had been aching him for to do for so long; and he took me, over and over and over again.

It was the best night of my life; as he put me atop him to teach me how to move with him, as we kissed and came together so sweetly we both moaned and gasped like we were dying.

Tears of blissful relief were sliding down my cheeks and I thought that his eyes seemed like they were shining with unshed moisture, but I couldn't quite be sure.

I wondered if it was the best night of his life, too.

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I laid on my side, snuggled back into Dalton. His heavy arm was draped over me and it was the most amazing feeling in the world; lying here in his bed with him.

He would squeeze me closer every now and then and kiss the side of my head.

"Did you enjoy yourself?" I asked softly, stroking my fingers lightly over the back of his hand. "I'm sorry I'm not-"

He rolled me over, glaring down at me sternly. His hand dropped to cup my right breast. "You're amazing. It was my pleasure." He touched the edge of my jaw and kissed my lips. "I can't wait for the repeat performance. You're so tight and-"

I elbowed him, blushing. "Okay, okay, I don't think I'm quite ready for your play-by-play. I'll just wait to steal your next journal to read all about it."

He rolled his eyes, but he was smiling. "I'm kinda glad we stole each other's journals; it really brought us closer. And it's been exciting and shit, having these secrets together, getting to know each other on such a deep, sick level. More couples should consider exchanging journals."

I laughed aloud. "So we're a couple now, huh?"

"Oh, shut up!" He growled playfully, tickling me until I screamed so loudly, he had to clamp his hand over my mouth.

My wide eyes stared up into his and he slowly removed his hand.

"You're mine." He told me quietly, his fingers gently stroking my face. "You're so damn beautiful."

I wrinkled my nose. "I'm not even wearing any makeup, don't look at me!" I threw my arm dramatically over my eyes.

"Exactly." He pried my arm away form my face. "I know what your face looks like, Brooklyn, hate to break it to ya. And you're beautiful."

I glowed and snuggled into him happily.

"I've known what you look like naked for over a year now, though your tits have gotten bigger recently."

My head shot up like a rocket and I wrenched my neck painfully in the process. "What?! How?!"

He grinned down at me roguishly. "You like to dance around naked with the curtains open sometimes, don't get mad at me about it. I figured you wanted to give me a show..."

I was too embarrassed for words for a moment. "I-I-no! I didn't! I thought you weren't home, your house is dark sometimes, but I guess you're just lurking inside trying to catch a peep at the neighbors!"

He chuckled. "Well, only you, babe, to be fair."

I wanted to be mad, but I burst out laughing instead. "You're such a pervert! And you say I'm the weird one!"

"Whatever, "Little Miss Sunshine"."

We both laughed, but then my smile faded as that name rang a bell through my soul.

"Dalton...I need to know. You promised to tell me the truth about what happened a few years ago; between you and Cole...and the girl named Sunshine?"

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I knew better than to push him, but it was just what I did. I pushed and I pushed and I pushed, especially if I felt like there was a mystery to be solved.

Dalton got up, leaving his bed with me in it, and went to his closet to get dressed. A fresh pair of boxers, jeans, and a new gray T-shirt.

He raked his hand back through his curls and I was ready to eat him alive all over again.

"Please, honey, don't be mad." I swung my legs over the edge of the bed as I sat up, clutching the dark red sheets to my chest.

He glanced over at me and sighed. "Are you sure you really wanna know? Never mind, I know, dumb question. Of course you need to know, you bulldog. Come on, if I'm gonna tell you this story I'm gonna need a beer and a joint."

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So what do ya'll think happened with Dalton, Cole, and this girl Sunshine they used to know? Stay tuned to find out!

*Just a reminder that this is a work of fan fiction and I take no credit for the original plotline references to the Wattpad sensation, "Troublemaker". Be sure to download the Episodes game app to play the interactive version of the story for free!

HRH