His Virgin Bride

By: Sam Crescent

The Bad Boy Collection, 1

Chapter One

Kurtis Spencer watched as the woman who’d been begging to suck his cock actually did. She took him deep into her throat to the point where she almost gagged, then came back up. The bitch was a pro. He’d seen her around college, and he couldn’t remember what her fucking name was, didn’t give a shit about it either. She wanted to suck his dick, and he wasn’t going to argue. No guy in his right mind turned down free head, no matter who was giving it.

Sinking his fingers into her hair, he pushed her down, making her take him just a little deeper. Fuck, that felt a lot better. The bathroom opened, and in walked one of his friends, Danny.

“For fuck’s sake, man, we’re right out there waiting for you.”

“So fucking what? I’m not turning down the opportunity of my dick getting sucked.” He was close to coming anyway. He wondered if the bitch at his feet would spit or swallow. Kurtis preferred it when they swallowed as it saved on the mess he had to clean up.

“At least we know you’re not fucking dead.” Danny turned to leave.

“If you want some of the action, whack it out, man,” he said.

“I don’t step out on Cynthia. I’ve told you that shit.” Danny didn’t stop and left him alone.

Danny was one of his closest friends, along with Steve. They had grown up together, shared fucking everything together. The moment they hit college, Danny and Steve had found two girls, and had settled down in the last three years. They’d been with Cynthia and Collette for three years now. Their time for partying and having fun lasted all of three months. It didn’t matter to Kurtis that his friends still partied it up with their girls. As far as he was concerned, college wasn’t the time to settle down, or to spend it with just one girl. He’d not.

There were too many delectable women for him to taste, and he intended to taste them all.

“Fuck, baby, that’s right. Suck my dick, fuck yeah.”

He closed his eyes, close to reaching that point where there was really no return. Holding her head into place, he filled her mouth with his spunk, and groaned as he did. Well, she swallowed him down like he was a chocolate flavored lollipop.

The moment it was over, he pulled his dick out of her mouth, and tucked it back in.

“So, do you want to go to my place?” the woman asked.

“No, darling, I don’t think so.”

“I just sucked your dick.”

“So? You were the one begging for it. If you wanted something else, you should think twice about pulling a man into the bathroom, and going down on him.” He gave her a wink and left the room.

Making his way back to the table he saw that Cynthia and Collette had arrived. If they’d arrived, it meant that Tillie Powell wasn’t far behind. His two best friends had fallen for two women in the same little group, and they also came with a third.

He didn’t stop on his way to the table, and he took the seat.

“Hey, guys,” he said, smirking over at Danny, who scrunched his nose at him.

“Hey,” Cynthia and Collette said, but their gaze was focused on the bar.

“Am I missing something?” Kurtis asked.

At first he’d not been well liked by the two women in front of him, and he couldn’t give a shit about that. He was who he was, and no one was ever going to fucking change him. Over the last three years Cynthia and Collette’s complete hatred of him disappeared. He was part of their little group, with Tillie as well. They’d wanted him to date Tillie, but she’d refused to date him, or to have anything to do with him other than to be friends.

It was a first for him. Tillie had shot him right down from the beginning. She didn’t want to be his girlfriend, or even a forced fuck.

“Oh my God, he’s going to do it. I’m telling you, he’s going to ask her out,” Cynthia said, reaching over the table to tap Collette’s hand.


Both women were grinning while his friends just shook their head.

“What am I missing?” he asked.

Glancing behind him toward the bar, he saw the focus of their attention. Tillie was standing by the bar. He should have known she’d be here, but what was pissing him off was the sight of Brandon fucking Sparks talking to her. Brandon was a rich, preppy boy who thought he could have whatever he fucking wanted. For the past couple of years, he’d gone through the sorority sisters like they were fashion.

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