His Virgin Bride

By Sam Crescent

Kurtis is used to getting what he wants. Women fall at his feet, and he can simply pick which woman he wants for that night. Tillie Powell, however, is completely different. She has never fallen for his tricks, and she’s not impressed by his wealth.

When he finds out that a guy he doesn’t like wants her, Kurtis snaps. No one can have her but him. The problem is, he’s also found out she’s a virgin. Will Tillie believe he’s interested in her or only to pop her cherry?

He takes her away to his beach house for the summer and propositions her. He won’t try to take her virginity but she can experiment with him without fear of him spreading vicious rumors.

Can Kurtis turn Tillie into his virgin bride and make her fall in love with him by the end of the summer? Or will he be the one bad boy who can’t be reformed?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Evernight Publishing
• Release date: Sep 1, 2015
• ISBN: 9781772334777

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Copyright© 2015 Sam Crescent

ISBN: 978-1-77233-477-7

Cover Artist: Jay Aheer

Editor: Karyn White

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This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

DEDICATION

This is for all the women who love a bad boy, and just know they can tame them in some way.

HIS VIRGIN BRIDE

The Bad Boy Collection, 1

Sam Crescent

Copyright © 2015

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.

What?

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.

What’s Tillie talking to that dick for? he asked, angry at seeing her talking to the guy. In all the years he’d known her, which was only three, he’d never seen her pay attention to other guys. She didn’t go looking for dates or even try to get their attention. Looking at her, he saw that Tillie had finally revealed a little bit of skin. She usually wore long jeans, shirts that were two sizes too big, and her long chestnut brown hair covered her face. What he saw before him now was not anything like the Tillie he’d come to know. She wore three quarter length jeans that showed off her ankles, and a shirt that showed off a great deal of her tits. Three years he’d been her friend, and he’d never once seen a glance of the nice full body that was on display.

She wasn’t model thin, and he’d put her at a size sixteen or maybe even a bit bigger. Kurtis didn’t care about her size. He’d fuck them big or small. Tillie had shot him down, even though he’d offered her a pity fuck. She could have gone round campus saying she’d fucked the popular Kurtis Spencer. Tillie didn’t want that name, so he hadn’t pressured her.

He started talking to her during their English class. They’re partners or something, and he asked her out. Tillie, of course, turned him down, but he’s coming in again to ask for more, Collette said, giggling.

Kurtis didn’t see what was fucking funny, not by a long shot. Brandon wasn’t the kind of man that should be hanging around Tillie. He was an asshole of the highest order.

He’s an asshole, Kurtis said. Tillie shouldn’t be hanging out with him.

It’s not your decision. If she likes him, I think she should go for it, Cynthia said.

He didn’t have to listen to this shit.

About to storm off, he stopped himself when he noticed Tillie walking toward their table. The new clothes she was wearing enhanced her figure to perfection. All her curves were on display, and he wanted to touch them, to draw her close, and hold her.

Hey, guys, she said, placing their drinks down. She was carrying a tray, and set all of their drinks down. Before he got a chance to say anything to her, she was off again, handing the tray to the bartender. She didn’t stop to make conversation and was back with them within seconds.

What should we drink to? Cynthia asked.

Our last year in college, Tillie said, whooping as she did. She grabbed one of the shots from the tray and downed it in one. They were on their summer vacation, and college was out for the next few weeks.

Kurtis couldn’t keep his eyes off Tillie. She looked different.

Downing his shot, he quickly grabbed another. Tillie hadn’t even looked in his direction.

Come on, spill, Collette said.

What? Tillie frowned, looking at her friend.

Glancing over at his friends, he saw they were both listening in as well.

Come on, Brandon, spill about him, Cynthia asked.

Nothing happened. He offered to buy me a drink, I turned him down nicely, and that was it.

He’s asking you out, and you can’t just turn down free booze.