Love At First Kiss (Love Comes First 1)

“You want to be an actress?” I ask her.

She nods with a shy smile. “I know, it’s silly, right? Everyone says that it’s unrealistic, but I just—”

“It’s not unrealistic,” I interrupt. “And it’s definitely not silly. I just met you and I could spend the next hours, days, or weeks staring at your breathtaking face. You’re the most interesting and beautiful girl I’ve ever seen. You can do whatever you want.”

I just wish I could do whatever I want to her. Hopefully, by the end of the night, I’ll be able to.

She turns and stares at me with new eyes. I can see the desire in them, just like she can see it in mine. Our eyes are locked for a long heated moment. My hand feels like it’s touching fire against her skin.

“So,” she says with a frog in her throat, “to pretend… We should probably be holding hands.”

I nod as the heated tension between us thickens.

My skin gets all tight and tingling with every long second that passes with us like this.

“And maybe…,” she shyly adds, “kiss?”

She licks her lips and the sight of her wet pink tongue gliding over those plump juicy lips makes something inside of me snap. Her big tits are heaving up and down behind that dress as her sparkling blue eyes drop down to my mouth.

I’m not going to hold myself back with this girl any longer. She’s mine. It’s time to make sure she knows it. To make sure she knows just what that means.

“You’re ready to be my girl tonight?” I ask as I lean a little closer. Her bottom lip drops as I hover my lips over hers. I can taste her warm sugary breath and it spurs me on even more. It emboldens me. It lets loose the possessive primal instincts that have been building inside of my tight body.

“Yes,” she whispers. I moan as I taste her words.

“Good.” My hand tightens possessively on her thigh as I grip it a little harder to show her my dominant side. “Then, I’m going to treat you like you’re my girl. I’m going to touch you like you’re my girl. I’m going to love you like you’re my girl.” My hand starts slowly moving up her leg and she arches her back and lets out a whimper. “And I’m going to make you come hard like you’re my girl.”

She gasps as my hand arrives between her legs and I cup her hot damp mound.

“Oh, Nolan,” she moans as she thrusts her tits up.

I can already feel her wetness seeping through the thin cotton of her panties. She gets even wetter as I rub her mound from her engorged clit to her tight little asshole.

Her legs spread and she lifts her ass off the seat to give me better access as I play with her pussy.

“My girl is not allowed to wear panties,” I say in a low thick voice as I dip my fingertip into the side waistband and start tugging them down.

She doesn’t stop me. She just starts breathing harder, faster, urging me on with her lust-filled eyes.

I pull her panties down her thighs and groan hungrily when I see the wet spot that was covering her young fresh cunt. As quickly as I can, I pull them off and then bring them to my nose and inhale. The smell of her heat and wet need fills my lungs and I growl. It just comes out of me from somewhere deep and primal.

She watches with unblinking blue eyes as I stuff her wet panties into my jacket pocket. They’re mine now. She’s never going to see them again.

“My girl has to keep her legs open until I’m done with her,” I say as I grab her knees and wrench them apart once again. “She has to know that her pussy is mine.”

Arya gasps and starts panting as I slide my hand back under her dress. This time my hand cups her bare mound and I nearly die when I feel how silky soft she is.

My fingers slide through her slit when I add a bit of pressure to my hand and the fingertip of my middle finger presses up against her wet hole.

“You’re my girl, right?” I ask as I slowly dip my fingertip inside her tightness, making her body tense up.

“Yes,” she gasps. “I’m your girl.”

“And your pussy is mine?”

Her mouth opens, but she doesn’t say a thing. My eyes are locked on hers as she nods up and down.

“Say it,” I growl.

“This is your pussy,” she whispers with a moan. “It’s all yours.”

“Good,” I say as I slide my finger deeper inside her wet tunnel. I come up to a barrier and my heart stops when I realize that it’s her cherry. She’s as pure and innocent as she looks. She’s untouched. Unsullied. Unbelievable. “You’re a virgin?”