Love At First Sight (Love Comes First Book 2)

by Olivia T. Turner

  “Oh, fuck,” I moan as I feel the need to defile this girl increase by a thousand percent. I didn’t want to think about another man with this girl, with my girl, but now I know that I’m the first to see her like this, to touch her like this. I’ll be the first one to bury my hard cock between her legs. I’ll be the first one to feel how tight and wet the walls of her ripe little pussy feel squeezed around my shaft.

  “I know I’m a bit too old to say that,” she says, looking ashamed. I kiss her hard on the lips as I grind my erection against her thigh.

  “That’s the best thing I’ve ever heard,” I tell her as I begin to kiss her neck. My lips leave a wet trail along her collarbone as I slide my hands into her straps and peel them off her shoulders. “This pussy is mine. I want to be the first one inside it.”

  She’s all heavy breaths and moans as I grab her dress and yank it down. Her big tits spill out and I take a long moment to admire her perfect little pink nipples as they stand up straight for me. The light of the moon is casting her body in an unworldly glow. I’m worried this girl is not real. That I’m going to wake up tomorrow and this will all be a dream. How can a girl as perfect as her exist in real life?

  “Yes,” she moans as I caress her breasts with my possessive hands and slide her hard nipples into my mouth, one at a time. Her hands snake into my hair, gripping it as I slide my tongue along the curve of her breast.

  I could spend all night on these gorgeous tits, but my cock is aching for more and I can almost taste her wet virgin pussy on my tongue.

  My mouth is watering as I start kissing my way down her dress while hiking it up to her waist. She spreads her legs for me and moans as I grab onto the sides of her black panties.

  “Are you wet for me?” I growl as I stare at her mound that’s only covered by a thin strip of material. A thin strip of material that’s getting wetter with every heated second that passes.

  “So wet,” she whispers as she sinks her hands into her thick hair and closes her eyes.

  “What do you want me to do to this virgin kitty?”

  Her mouth opens but only a heavy breath comes out. Her big tits are heaving up and down as her hips start grinding the air. She desperately needs something between her legs.

  “I’m going to fuck you hard, Carrie,” I tell her in a deep dominant voice. She gasps. “But first I want to taste your sweet virgin cunt and shake your body with an orgasm so you’ll be nice and loose for my big dick.”

  Her lust-filled eyes snap onto mine. They’re full of need and want. I’m not going to keep this beauty waiting any longer.

  I tug her panties down her smooth slender legs that I’ve been dreaming of all day. My eyes are locked on her cunt as the wetness makes her panties stick for a second before I pull them down.

  “Fucking hell…”

  I can’t breathe as I stare down at her naked pussy. She’s spread for me and those soft pink lips are glistening like flower petals after a morning dew.

  I’m trying real hard to resist the unstoppable urge to whip out my hard cock and thrust it into her tight little hole. I take a few deep breaths to calm myself as I stare at her tight opening that’s barely showing. I’ve never seen anything so pretty and so tempting.

  “You’re beautiful,” I tell her as I slide her panties all the way off. “I can’t wait to taste you.”

  She starts to get up on her elbows as I dip my head between her legs. I yank the words from her throat as I drag my flat tongue up her sweet folds with one long slow lick.

  Her back arches and she lets out a whimper as I lay on the short cold grass and start devouring her virgin cunt. It’s not long before she’s grinding her heat against my mouth and begging for me to keep going. I love that I’m turning this good girl—this innocent virgin—into a moaning, whimpering, sex-crazed little slut.

  The sweet warm smell of her pussy is gripping my core and making me even more obsessed. That’s it. I’m never letting this girl go. She’s mine forever.

  This beauty is all the way under my skin. My heart is pounding with a possessive need to claim her as I lick the warm juices from her tight hole and then snake my tongue up to her hard clit. I trace it with the tip of my tongue, give it a few flicks, and then suck on it until she’s gripping my hair in her fists and arching her back.

  A flood of warm juice oozes out of her virgin hole and onto my chin. I grin against her pussy, knowing she’s close.

  “You’re going to come on my mouth, Carrie,” I tell her as I stare into her eyes. “And then I’m going to take your sweet cherry. You understand that?”

  “Yes,” she gasps, begging me with her desperate eyes to continue.

  “I’m not using a condom.”

  Her eyes widen.

  “No birth control either. I want to fuck you with my raw cock. I want to breed you. You’re mine now, Carrie and I want to fill your ripe womb with my hot seed.”

  “Okay,” she says in a gasp as she grips my hair a little tighter. “I just need you so badly.”

  I dive back in between her legs and start eating her pussy out in a mad frenzy. Her body starts bucking as her whimpers turn into loud cries. She nearly rips the hair from my head as she squeezes her fist and screams out, coming hard on my mouth.

  I lick her through her orgasm, loving that I’m the only one to see her like this. I want to know everything about her, to see her in every type of situation, but this is a good start. We’ll have decades to get to all the rest.

  Her legs start shaking as she crumbles to pieces around me. I’m gripping her ass cheeks and holding her pussy against my mouth as more warm juice leaks onto my tongue. I moan as I drink her down.

  I push up to my knees and start taking off my coat as her trembling body drops to the ground. I’m grinning as I’m watching her wet spread pussy, her naked tits, her barely open eyes that are staring back at me. She’s so fucking perfect.

  I think I’m starting to like golf.

  I peel off my coat, my tie, my shirt, and then start unbuckling my belt as she catches her breath.

  “That was… incredible,” she says as she holds her breasts.

  “That was nothing,” I say as I pull down my pants and underwear. My huge cock springs out, hard and ready for some hot virgin action. “Wait until you feel this…”

  Chapter Eight

  Carrie

  I nearly choke when I look up at Eli’s huge cock springing out of his pants. It’s thick and long and my body is craving it even though I’ve never touched one before. I’m a virgin but my body seems to already know that his monster dick belongs right between my legs.

  My pussy feels like it’s glowing with warmth as he wraps his strong hand around his thick shaft. The heat from my orgasm is still flowing through my body as I watch a clear drop of pre-come seep out of his dick and roll down his shaft.

  His cock is beautiful. My body needs it.

  I wasn’t expecting to be here—practically naked in front of him with my legs spread wide open—when I dragged him out of the reception hall, but it feels right. Everything about being with Eli feels right.

  I want this to happen. I want it to go further.

  He’s staring at the wetness between my legs with a wild look in his hungry eyes. I love that I’m driving him crazy like this. I want him to always look at me the way he’s looking at me right now.

  “You’re making me so hard,” he says with a groan as he starts stroking his big dick. “Our bodies were made for each other.”

  “Then what are you waiting for, Callaway?” I ask him with a grin. “Show me how you fuck better than you golf.”

  There’s a smile on his lips as he climbs over me, his eyes looking straight into mine.

  I wrap my arms and legs around him, wanting him as close to me as possible. He smells so good, like a warm autumn day that you just want to sink into forever.

  His body is a wonder to look at—all hard muscle with a coy fish tattoo swimming along his left pec, stunningly sculpted abs like you
’d find in a Hollywood gym, and a beautiful face that even the coldest heart could fall in love with.

  I’m falling hard for this guy and something tells me that after this, I’ll be in love.

  He kisses me softly on the mouth as he presses the tip of his hard cock to my entrance. I shudder. It feels so large….

  “I’ve been dreaming about this all day,” he says over my mouth, his hot breath washing down on my wet lips. “I’ve been dreaming for a girl like you for years.”

  “Oh!” I gasp as he pushes in a little deeper. I must be so tight for him. It feels like he’s stretching me out even though I’m already wet and ready for him.

  “You’re virgin tight,” he says in a growl as he slides a little further inside. “My cock was made for your pussy, Carrie.”

  I slide my hands along the hot skin on his wide back, feeling his muscles ripple and flex as he holds himself up on top of me. He pushes in another inch and my fingernails dig into his skin as I cry out.

  “Too fast?”

  “No,” I quickly gasp. “Keep going. Please.”

  He inches back out and then slides further in. I’m whimpering and groaning as I feel every thick inch of his cock filling me as I try to get used to his size.

  His back muscles suddenly tighten and he grips me harder. “You’re mine,” he hisses as he thrusts in hard, breaking through my cherry and sliding all the way inside me.

  My mouth flies open—my eyes wide—as I dig my fingernails into his big arms. He feels even bigger than he looks as my untouched pussy clamps down on him.

  The shock quickly wears off as the warmth of having Eli inside me fills me up instead. It feels amazing. Like this is how we’re supposed to be. Like we’ve both just arrived home.

  “Sorry,” I whimper as I remove my fingernails from his skin and slide my hands up his big round arms.

  “I kinda liked it,” he says with a grin as he looks into my eyes. “You okay?”

  “Yeah.” I’m panting and trembling all over, but I like it. I don’t want it to end.

  He starts rocking his hips back and forth, giving me shallow thrusts as he kisses me hard on the mouth.

  “How does my hard cock feel deep inside you?”

  “So good,” I say as I start grinding my hips against him.

  He slides his hand down and starts playing with my clit. I almost come right away, but he takes his fingers away, teasing me.

  “I’m going to fuck you harder now,” he says in a strained throaty voice. “You tell me if it’s too much.”

  “It won’t be.” I can take a little bit of pain. I want to feel every sensation with this sexy man.

  He starts thrusting in harder and faster, fucking me like he’s laying claim on my pussy. He grabs my waist with his strong hand and starts driving into me so hard that my body rocks back and forth on the cool grass. I’m crying out, holding onto him for dear life, and begging him for more.

  I gasp and whimper as he suddenly pulls his big cock out of me. My body feels so empty. So desolate and deserted.

  “What happened?” I ask in a panic as I lean into his body, wanting to feel him plunge deep inside me once again.

  “Get on your hands and knees.” I like this version of Eli. All dominant barks and commands. It’s turning me on even more as I get up.

  “Dress off,” he barks as he grabs it and pulls it off. Now, I’m totally naked. The moon is lighting me up as he stares at all my private parts with a hungry fire in his eyes. “You are fucking incredible.”

  His big hands are on me once again, pulling me down, bending me over until my hands and knees are on the cool grass of the putting green. He postures up behind me, gripping my ass with his powerful hands as I turn back to him with a challenging look.

  “Perfect little pink asshole,” he mutters to himself as he looks between my spread ass cheeks. He leans down and I let out a surprised cry when I feel his hot tongue run over it.

  My heart is pounding with anticipation as he pops back up and grabs my ass. He guides his big cock back inside me and starts fucking me doggystyle on the seventeenth hole.

  I thought missionary felt good, but this is incredible. He settles into a smooth fast rhythm that has my head dropping and my body rocking back and forth.

  “You’re so damn tight,” he growls as his hands grip my ass hard. His full masculine balls are swaying with every pump of his hips, hitting my aching clit at a steady rhythm.

  I’m so close.

  So is he by the sound and intensity of his grunts.

  “I’m going to come, girl,” he growls as he grabs a fistful of my hair. He tugs my head back to let me know who’s in charge as he hits me with long powerful thrusts.

  “You’re going to come on my cock,” he commands. “We’re going to do this together, Carrie.”

  My mouth opens and a whine comes out. “I’m so close…”

  There’s a harsh tightness inside me that’s begging to be released. All of my insides are twisted up, squeezed, tightening…

  “Yes,” he grunts as he slams his big cock into me at a feverish pace. “Come. Now.”

  The tightness bursts and my body erupts in blissful heat as I scream out his name. His hard cock is lodged deep inside of me, pulsing out hot come as his hands squeeze my ass hard enough to hurt.

  I’m coming on his dick as he unloads his seed into my waiting womb. Everything down there is pulsing, constricting, releasing, shooting euphoria through my veins like a drug.

  Just as the pulsing finishes, the world explodes with water all around us, like the earth wants to get in on the action and is coming too.

  “What the hell?” Eli shouts.

  My brain is all foggy from the orgasm that’s still pulsing through me so it takes me a few seconds to realize the sprinklers have come on. They’re everywhere, shooting warm water into the air and drenching us in seconds.

  Eli pulls out of me and I turn and sit on the wet grass to look at him in shock. His wet hair is plastered to his head and water is pouring down his jacked chest. He starts laughing.

  It’s contagious and I start laughing too. Small at first, but it quickly devolves into a deep belly laugh as the sprinklers drench us.

  “I told you I was good at water sports,” he says as he leans in and kisses me.

  I don’t care about my hair, or my make-up, or my dress which is going to be unwearable… I’m just enjoying this moment that we’ll be laughing about for decades to come.

  When we finally get up, Eli hands me my dress. It feels like it was dipped into the pond.

  “Oh, no,” I say with a gulp as he puts on his wet shirt. I can see the coy fish through the thin material. “What are we going to do?”

  “Get dressed,” he says as he slips on his suit. “We’ll sneak out to my car and figure something out.”

  “Okay.” I struggle to pull up my wet dress that now weighs a ton. Eli helps me out and once it’s on, I look into his loving eyes as his arms wrap around me.

  “Thank you,” I whisper as I let him hold me. “That was a nice first time. Better than I could have ever imagined.”

  “I’m sorry the sprinklers ruined it.”

  “No,” I say with a smile. “It was perfect.”

  I stand on my toes and kiss his lips as the water falls all around us like we’re in some romantic movie that I’d watch over and over again with a smile on my face and tears in my eyes.

  We finish the wine bottle on the way back. This time, I’m glued to his arm as we talk and laugh.

  All of that comes to end when we arrive back at the clubhouse. There’s not a cloud in the sky, so if anyone sees us, they’ll immediately know that we’ve been up to no good.

  “Let’s just walk fast,” he says as he holds my hand that’s wrapped around his arm. “We have to pass the reception hall to get to the parking lot, but hopefully everyone will still be inside.”

  Nope.

  As soon as we turn the corner, we see that everyone is on the balcony outside for
the draw of the door prizes.

  Someone points at us and then everyone is pointing. Eli quickly takes off his jacket and drapes it over my head, but I can still hear the giggling and laughing as we rush to the parking lot.

  “And the winner of the new golf clubs,” the announcer says over the microphone, “is Carrie Rivers!”

  “Of course,” I mutter as Eli takes me away.

  “Do you want to go accept them?” he asks with a laugh.

  “I never want to see a golf club again,” I say as we try to escape with the ounce of dignity that we have left.

  The soft grass turns to gravel and I know we’re close.

  “Over there,” Eli says as he pulls his jacket off.

  “That’s your car?!” I ask with my eyes brimming wide. It’s a freaking Ferrari. Red. Gorgeous. That’s all I know about cars.

  “Yeah, come on.”

  Geez, I had no idea that Eli was rich. But then again it makes sense—once he gets the hearts out of his eyes, he’s a really clever guy.

  Just as we arrive to safety, two annoyed voices ring out.

  “Carrie!”

  “Mr. Cline!”

  We both gulp as we turn around and see the two people we don’t want to see.

  My boss is glaring at me with a disapproving look on his face and Mr. Brown is seething as he stares at Eli in disbelief. His son Gabriel is standing behind him, trying not to laugh.

  There are so many eyes on us. I’m soaked. I just lost my virginity to a man I barely know. My mind goes numb as my legs seem to weaken.

  This is all so much. Overwhelm hits me like a punch in the gut as I stand there with my ears beginning to ring.

  Get out of here.

  Something in me snaps. Panic maybe, or my fight or flight instinct. But I just start running to my car.

  Mr. Brown approaches Eli as Mr. Miller follows me.

  “Are you kidding me, Carrie?” he says. “You’re fired!”

  I turn and spit in his face. “Fuck you, you creep!”

  He recoils and wipes the gob of spit off his cheek as I jump into my car and turn it on. I slam on the gas and he has to jump out of the way as I hightail it out of there.