All Chapters of SEX AT FIRST SIGHT: Chapter 81 - Chapter 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

"You sure you don't mind me kicking your ass again tonight?" Andrew asked with that easy grin of his as he shuffled the deck of cards between his long fingers. I dropped onto the couch right next to him, letting my bare thigh press against his. "Keep dreaming. Tonight I’m winning everything." It was just the two of us in the house. Mom had left for her business trip that morning, and the quiet felt different now. Heavier. Friday night stretched out in front of us with nothing but time. Andrew was twenty-nine, stupidly hot, and had always treated me like his favorite friend instead of his stepdaughter. At twenty-one, I was used to people assuming we were dating whenever he drove me to campus or we grabbed coffee together. I never corrected them. Telling my college friends the truth felt too shameful, too awkward. So I let them think whatever they wanted. Lately though, the lie had started feeling dangerous in a completely new way. Every time he laughed at something I said, or leaned