Love At First Kiss (Love Comes First 1)

“Take your shirt off,” she begs. “I want to see your body.”

Without hesitation, I rip my jacket off my shoulders and then yank my shirt open. I hate this stupid tux, but at least it has snaps on the shirt that fly open without any unbuttoning.

I can see the heavy lust in her eyes as they roam over my tattooed arms and big chest. I don’t get out of the office much, but I do make sure to go to the gym every day. All of my brothers do.

And it’s worth it now. All those reps, all that sweat, that pain… it’s all worth it to see the look of arousal in Arya’s eyes. She drags her fingertips down my flexed abs as I continue to fuck her harder.

“And the winner of the trip to Hawaii,” Mr. Brown says from somewhere in the hall, “is Nolan Cline with a very generous donation of two hundred and fifty thousand dollars.”

The crowd claps and I grin, knowing they’re probably looking for me to accept the prize, but little do they know I already have my prize. I’m balls deep in it right now.

Mr. Brown moves on and I shut out his voice, focusing on Arya’s little whimpers instead.

Her warm juices are spurting out with every hard thrust I give her. It feels incredible.

I never needed sex before tonight, but now, after this, I don’t know how I’m going to go ten minutes without feeling her juicy cunt wrapped around me.

“Oh, Nolan,” she starts whining. “I feel it… coming…”

I grit my teeth and start pumping my hips harder, slamming my rock hard cock into her virgin pussy. She’s crying out too loud. If we can hear the crowd, they might be able to hear us. So, I place my palm over her mouth, muffling her screams as I slide into her warmth over and over again.

This is her first time and I probably should be more gentle, but I can’t seem to stop myself. My fingertips dig into her bare flesh as I claim her pussy, fucking her like I’m laying ownership on it.

“I’m gonna come,” she gasps in desperate pants. “I’m gonna come.”

I feel my heavy balls tighten at her words. Her hot walls are closing in on me, pulsing, milking, tightening all around me. I can’t hold it back any longer.

The crowd claps, roaring in approval.

It feels like they’re cheering for us.

“Come on my cock,” I beg as I grab the back of her neck and thrust in hard. I root every long inch in deep as the tightness in my veins snaps and everything comes undone.

“And now for the main prize of the evening…”

Arya is screaming against my palm as her pussy erupts on my cock. Our orgasms hit at the exact same time. Our bodies already so in tune.

We cling onto each other, our bodies shaking as the blissful pleasure builds and rips through us. The intense sensations are blinding. They take over and I can barely register what’s happening around us.

The lights going on over our heads. The wall behind me, which wasn’t a wall, but a red curtain, lifting. The shocked gasp of the crowd. The dropping of the mic.

The realization hitting…

My brain comes back online and I gulp as I slowly turn around to see Mr. Brown’s shocked face. My pants are around my ankles, so he’s staring at my bare ass with the entire hall of people watching from behind him.Chapter SevenArya1.3 seconds later…“What is happen—Oh my God!”

I yank my dress up and quickly tuck my boobs away as Nolan jerks his cock out of me. He pulls his pants back on lightning fast.

There are hundreds of people watching us. Hundreds.

Guests, waitstaff, bartenders, the DJ—they’re all starting to snicker and laugh as Nolan yanks the bottom of my dress back down.

But Mr. Brown is not laughing. He looks like he’s about to have a stroke as Nolan turns around with his shirt off and his belt unbuckled.

“We were just giving her a test run,” he says as he taps the shiny red hood of the car. “She’s a smooth ride.”

I’m not sure if he’s talking about the car or my… never mind. It’s the car. Probably.

The crowd starts cheering and clapping as I awkwardly get to my feet. Mr. Brown is getting redder and redder with every passing second. Nolan warned me that he was very conservative and getting caught like this is the worst thing that we could have done.

Nolan spots a hanging rope and he yanks it down which makes the curtain fall like a guillotine. Suddenly, it’s just us two again. Alone in the room. His hot seed still making me glow from the inside out.

It was incredible, but the moment is ruined.

“What do we do?” I ask in a panic as I grab his shirt off the floor and hand it to him. Even in a situation as dire as this, I still take a second to admire his shoulders and arms one last time before his shirt covers them. That’s how fucking gorgeous he is.