Spoiled Matilda: A Fertile First Time

Matilda is a spoiled, bratty bottom who needs a real man to take her innocence.

She’s a spoiled tease who always gets her way. He’s a bad boy bartender from the bad side of town.

He’ll give her what she needs, even as she pouts. He’ll tame the haughty seductress. Her first time will be raw, hard, and unprotected.

She wouldn’t have it any other way.

♡ Excerpt ♡

“You wouldn’t say that to me if you knew who I was.” Arrogance and self-pity darkened her tone as she stared at him, her breathing hitched.

He bent his knees and pressed it forward between her thighs, edging them apart as he stared down at her. His masculine aroma mingled with the scent of liquor from the bar he tended, as he helped himself to her body, fondling and squeezing her breast.

“What makes you think I would give one shit who you are either way? You’re just an ungrateful little brat to me right now. And I’m gonna see to it that you show some gratitude,” he rumbled into her ear, before biting her lobe.

If some random guy at the club had said that to her, she’d have tossed her drink in his face before storming off.

But when Kaden said it, he was whispering it to a part of her that only he had been able to unlock.

Her black miniskirt rolled up as she squirmed against his leather-clad thigh, her wet panties radiating her feminine heat. She growled as he nibbled her ear, and felt his strong hand threaten the thin, delicate mesh over her cleavage.

“What, you want a thank you?” she asked, as if it were the most outlandish thing she’d ever heard.

His hand gave her breast a final, firm squeeze, before sliding up to her neck. That strong grasp that had choked out the creep now giving her slender stalk of a neck a firm grip, before he tilted her head to the side.

“More than that,” he rumbled, kissing down her neck, giving it a little bite as his dick began to swell inside his tight leather pants. That thick outline on display, as it snaked down his trouser leg.

She tried to disguise the moan that escaped her as a haughty harumph, but it was getting a lot more difficult to pretend that she didn’t want this. That she wasn’t goading him into giving her precisely what she needed.

She swallowed as he kissed the hollow of her throat, the delicate gold chain around her neck doing nothing to impede him.

“Sounds like you’re the one that always gets what you want,” she huffed.

“That’s right,” he husked roughly, as he pressed his thigh up between her legs higher, before abruptly shifting. He grasped her other arm, and hoisted it over her head. He pinned both with one hand easily, they were so big after all. “And right now, what I want… is something only you can give me,” he remarked, putting his hand on her thigh, then snaked up in under her skirt with an achingly slow caress.

It sent shockwaves through her, and all her petulant protests were stilled on her silver tongue.

He was touching her in that way that she was too naive, too inexperienced, to have even fantasized about. Something about his control, his certainty, his confidence, it made it so much more electrifying, and this time, she didn’t swallow her moan.

“What makes you think I’ll give it to you?” she managed, her ego struggling to maintain control when her body was begging her to surrender.

That strong hand caressed the waistband of her black lace panties and garters. He unsnapped one garter, then began to tug her panties down, peeling them away from her slit.

“Who says it relies on you giving it to me?” he remarked, kissing his way along her jawline to her lips, where he bit the lower morsel, and suckled upon it with a lewd, low moan.

He was winning. She’d known that for a long time, and perhaps that was why it all felt so delicious. A slow, teasing surrender.

Back in Willowdale, she had a reputation as the girl that went around with older men. Too good for guys her own age. Stuck up. Repressed.

Truth was, she was a virgin, and she was playing a game with a man who had won at it many times before.