Todos los capítulos de LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT: Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

Game night at the Delta Kappa house was absolute madness. The living room had been transformed into a full-on viewing party with a massive projector screen showing the replay of tonight’s huge rivalry game. Aaron Blackwell had been the undisputed star. The senior quarterback had thrown three perfect touchdowns and even ran one in himself. The team had crushed their opponents by twenty-four points, and the entire house was losing its mind. Music blasted from every speaker, people were screaming along with every highlight, and red Solo cups were being passed around like they were going out of style.I stood near the back of the packed room, my heart hammering so hard I could feel it in my throat. I was wearing the tight red dress I had chosen specially for tonight. It hugged every curve, the neckline low enough to show off the swell of my breasts and the hem short enough to make my legs look endless. My palms were sweaty. I was shy, nervous, and so excited I could barely stand still. I

Aaron kissed me deeply, his tongue tangling with mine as I tasted myself on his lips—sweet, slick, and sinful. His hands were surprisingly gentle on my trembling thighs as he helped me down from the teacher’s desk. My legs were shaky, barely able to hold my weight, my entire body still humming and buzzing with the aftershocks of the powerful orgasm he had ripped from me with his mouth. My pussy still fluttered and clenched around nothing, dripping wet and sensitive.He looked down at me with those intense green eyes, dark and stormy with raw lust, but there was also a surprising patience and tenderness in his gaze that made my heart stutter.“You did so well, Harper,” he murmured softly, brushing a stray strand of hair from my flushed, sweaty face with surprising gentleness. “But we’re not even close to being done yet. I want to take your virginity properly. I want to make your first time unforgettable. Slow at first… I want you to feel every single thick inch of me stretching you ope

Aaron kissed me again, slow and deep and devouring, his tongue sliding sensually against mine in a lazy, possessive dance that made my head spin. His large, warm hands roamed greedily over every inch of my trembling, sweat-slicked body—cupping my breasts, squeezing my ass, stroking my thighs—as if he couldn’t get enough of touching me. I was still shaking uncontrollably from the intensity of my last orgasm, my pussy pulsing and fluttering around nothing, aching with that delicious emptiness now that he had pulled out. But he was still rock-hard, his thick, veined cock pressing insistently against my stomach, hot and heavy, slick and shiny with our mixed juices—my creamy arousal and his earlier load still leaking from me.“I want more,” he murmured hotly against my swollen lips, his voice a deep, gravelly growl thick with raw, insatiable need. “I’m nowhere near done with you, Harper. Your tight little pussy feels too fucking good, too perfect, too addictive to stop now. I could fuck yo

The chandelier above the long dining table cast a warm glow over the crystal glasses and delicate bone china. Soft light sparkled off the silverware and the deep red wine in our glasses. I sat at the far end of the table, legs crossed tightly beneath my emerald silk dress, trying my best to appear composed. Inside, my heart hammered wildly against my ribs.Russell Harrington sat at the head like a king on his throne. At forty-eight, he was still strikingly handsome — silver threading through his thick dark hair, a sharp, commanding jawline, and that calm, authoritative presence that made everyone around him sit up straighter. He was twenty-two years older than me, and there were moments, like tonight, when it felt as though he had purchased me along with this sprawling mansion, the designer wardrobe, and the luxurious life that came with being Mrs. Russell Harrington.Two of his most important business associates had joined us for dinner. Mr. Viktor Lang, a tall, imposing German inves

The stretch was exquisite agony.Viktor filled my pussy with deep, measured thrusts while Elias worked his thick cock past the tight ring of my ass, inch by relentless inch. I gasped sharply, my fingers clawing at the polished mahogany table as my body struggled to accommodate both men at once. The dual fullness made my head spin — a burning pressure that blurred the line between pain and overwhelming pleasure.“Easy, chérie,” Elias murmured, his French accent thicker with lust as one hand stroked my back soothingly. “Breathe. Let us in. You were made for this.”Viktor’s grip on my hips tightened, holding me steady as he sank deeper. “So fucking tight,” he growled, his cold blue eyes now dark with raw hunger. “She’s squeezing me like a vice. Your wife is incredible, Harrington.”Russell stood beside the table, cognac still in hand, watching with that satisfied, almost paternal smile. He reached down and brushed a strand of hair from my sweat-dampened face, his touch oddly gentle compa