บททั้งหมดของ LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT: บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 90

SAMANTHAI leaned my back against the wall, watching my Dad hurriedly packed up the files on his study inside a black briefcase. For the past 18 years of my life, I didn't know the nature of my Dad's job, he only told me he was working as an agent for an exclusive company and I had always seen him working on tons of files whenever he was around.That was all I know.Today was one of the days my Dad would get an urgent call from an unknown source and hurriedly packed a few things from his office and leave; he would definitely come back after a month or two and I was already used to him been away for a couple of weeks, leaving me alone in our not-so-big house.“Dad,” I called out, moved away from the wall and walked up to him. “Can’t you stay for breakfast before leaving?” I whined, hoping Dad would at least slow down on the packing and have breakfast with me.I was rather disappointed when Dad didn't spare me a glance. He stretched out his hand, glanced down at his wristwatch and shook

SAMANTHA Later that evening, after I had spent the whole afternoon trying and failing to shake off the tension Matt had left me with, he knocked on my bedroom door. I had just finished unpacking and changing into a simple tank top and shorts when his voice came through the wood.“Sam? There’s a party at Jake’s house tonight. Whole crew from school will be there. You should come with me.”I opened the door and found him leaning against the frame, freshly showered again, wearing a black button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up and dark jeans that sat low on his hips. His curly brown hair was still slightly damp, and that familiar cocky smirk played on his lips.“A party?” I asked, trying to sound casual even though my stomach flipped. “With your friends?”“Yeah. It’ll be fun. Drinks, music, swimming. You’ve been cooped up here all day. Come on, it’ll help you settle in.”Part of me wanted to say no. The smart part. The part that knew being around Matt and his usual crowd of girls was

Matt stood frozen in the doorway, his eyes wide with complete shock. He stared at the filthy scene in front of him. I was completely naked on the bed, legs spread obscenely wide, three fingers still buried deep inside my soaked pussy. My chest heaved up and down as I panted. The whole room smelled thick with the scent of my arousal.“I… uh…” Matt stammered, every ounce of his usual cocky confidence completely shattered. His face flushed a deep, burning red that spread all the way down his neck. “I didn’t know you were in the middle of… something like this. I swear. I only came back to check if you were really okay. You seemed pretty upset when you made me leave the party, so I turned around after just a couple of blocks. I thought maybe you wanted to talk or… shit, I’m so sorry.”I yanked my hand away from between my legs so fast that it made a loud, wet, embarrassing squelching sound. Then I scrambled frantically to pull a pillow over my completely naked body, trying desperately to c

Matt kept pounding into me with hard, relentless strokes. His thick cock stretched my pussy wide open with every deep thrust. The bed creaked loudly beneath us as our bodies slapped together. Sweat covered both of us. The room filled with the wet, filthy sounds of him fucking me.“Fuck, your cunt is so tight,” he grunted, gripping my hips harder. “Taking every inch like a good little slut.”I moaned loudly, my nails digging into his back. “Harder, Matt! Don’t stop! Your cock feels so fucking good inside me.”He slammed into me faster, his balls slapping against my ass with every thrust. I wrapped my legs tighter around his waist, pulling him even deeper.“Right there! Oh god, right there!” I cried out. “I’m gonna cum again! Your dick is hitting so deep!”Matt growled and fucked me even harder, his hips moving like a machine. “Cum on my cock then. Squeeze it. Milk every drop while I pound this wet pussy.”The pleasure built fast and intense. My thighs shook uncontrollably. My back arch

“Don’t stop me tonight, Andrew. I’ve been waiting too long for this.” The words hung between us, heavy and final. For a heartbeat, I thought he might push me away. His hands tightened on my waist, fingers digging into the soft flesh just under the hem of my tank top. His cock—fully hard now, straining against his jeans—throbbed hot and insistent against the thin cotton of my shorts, right where I needed him most. “Lola…” His voice was gravel-rough, torn between warning and want. “This is crazy. You’re my—” I cut him off by rolling my hips in a slow, deliberate circle, grinding my pussy down along the thick ridge of him. A soft, needy sound escaped my throat as the friction sparked pleasure through my clit. “I’m not your anything right now except the girl who’s soaked for you,” I whispered against his mouth. “Feel me.” His breath hitched. One hand slid up my back, under my tank top, palm hot against my bare skin. The other stayed on my hip, guiding me this time instead of just holdi