Love At First Touch

by Olivia T. Turner

  I’m in love. I’m obsessed.

  She doesn’t hide her tits or pull her dress back up. She keeps herself exposed to me, she keeps herself covered in me.

  I’m going to cherish this girl for all of eternity.

  But that starts tomorrow.

  Right now, I’m going to defile her.

  Chapter Eight

  Westin

  The elevator opens into the lobby of my penthouse. I take Victoria’s hand and lead her right into the bedroom.

  “On the bed,” I growl as I start yanking off my clothes—tie, jacket, shoes. It’s all flying across the room.

  The lights are off, but the spectacular view of the city through the floor-to-ceiling windows with all of the bright lights and the glow of the moon is enough to light up Victoria’s unbelievable body as she wiggles the rest of the way out of her dress and lies on my comforter.

  “Don’t get shy on me now, sweet girl,” I say as I rip open my shirt, not giving a shit about the flying buttons. “Open those legs and give me another look of your beautiful virgin pussy.”

  She hesitates for a second as I watch from the base of the bed, but then she opens her legs for me, showing it all.

  “God damn,” I whisper as I feel my hands start to shake. I swallow hard, knowing that I’ll be the first one to penetrate those sweet pink lips. I’ll be the first one to cum deep inside her. I’ll be the first one to claim her ripe womb.

  There’s going to be nothing between us. No condoms, no birth control, nothing.

  I’m not just doing this for fun. I’m doing this to breed her. To fill her womb with my seed. To make her mine in the most natural and timeless way.

  Her legs start to close as she gets shy with my heated eyes locked on her most intimate area, and I have to hold back my tone as I tell her to keep them open. I have to remember to be gentle with her, to be soft and loving, but it’s hard when the animal part of me is trying to take over. The primal part of me that needs to breed is in control and I can feel the civilized part of me slipping.

  She spreads her legs wider this time and her big hips start to move on the bed as she impatiently watches me take the rest of my clothes off.

  “I could stare at your pussy for hours,” I tell her as I cement every detail of it into my brain—the soft blonde curls, the wet lips as pink as a rose, the tight crease that’s dripping clear liquid as she waits for me.

  I toss my socks across the room, yank my boxer briefs off, and then climb onto the bed to take what’s mine.

  The only sounds coming from her lips are short quick breaths as I climb over her, letting my cock rest on her wet mound.

  My big arms are flexed as I hold myself over her, staring down into her excited eyes. She’s so damn beautiful with her hair splayed out on the bed, her big hazelnut eyes, her full red lips, her gorgeous tits with her hard pink nipples standing straight up.

  I feel the fire burning fiercely inside me. The searing of desire, the blazing need, the smoldering lust.

  I kiss her hard on her mouth, tasting her once again. Her back arches as I press my hard cock against her wet virgin pussy and grind my hips. This feels good enough to get both of us off, but it’s not what I have planned for her fresh ripe cunt.

  “You sure I’m the first man to touch this?” I ask as I cup her pussy with my hand and slip a fingertip inside her tight hole.

  She moans as her eyes fall closed.

  I know she wasn’t lying to me, I just want to hear it again. I love hearing that I’m the only one who’s been between her legs.

  “Just you,” she gasps as I press my finger in a little deeper. “You’re the only one who’s had their hand there.”

  I let out a groan as I slide my finger out of her hole and up to her clit. She’s so unbelievably tight. There’s no way she’s lying. This pussy is completely untouched. It’s in mint condition and ready for me to break in.

  “You ready for the beast?” I growl as I rub her clit in tight circles. “You want my big cock?”

  She nods her head up and down, the cloud of lust hazing over her eyes. She’s so ready she can’t even talk. Just a little whimper floats out of those sexy parted lips.

  “Your warm cream is coating my fingers, sweet girl. I know you’re ready. I know you want it.”

  “Then give it to me,” she begs. “Please.”

  She lets out a frustrated whine when I take my hand away from her and grab my throbbing dick. I came all over her in the elevator but I can already feel my balls aching as they fill back up, ready to unload into her womb.

  “You’re getting my cock raw, Victoria,” I say as I drag my head up her wet slit. “Nothing between us, understand?”

  “Yes,” she whines. “Just please stick it in, Westin. I can’t take it anymore.”

  I’ve teased her enough. She needs it almost as badly as I do now.

  Her back arches and she cries out as I slip my swollen head through her pussy lips all the way to her cherry. With a grin, I thrust through it, breaking it, tearing it, claiming it forever.

  “Oh, fuck!” she screams as she squeezes her eyes shut. Her nails are digging into my back, but I don’t care. All I feel is the tight warm walls of her pussy clamping down around me, squeezing, clenching as I push all the way in.

  I hold it in there, unable to breathe with the way her virgin cunt is crushing me. She’s so damn tight. There are no words…

  Her eyes open halfway as she tries to get used to my size. Her hands move to my triceps, gripping them as she stares up at me, mouth parted, breathing fast sharp breaths.

  “How does it feel to have your man’s cock in you?” I ask in a deep throaty voice.

  “So good, Westin,” she says as she grabs the back of my neck. “So good…” She leans up and thrusts her tongue into my mouth.

  I grip her big breast and massage it while we make-out. I hope this is distracting her from the pain of being so full of me.

  Eventually, she starts to grind her hips and I know she’s ready for me to ride her.

  She pulls her mouth away and drops back down to the bed, staring up at me with the sexiest look I’ve ever seen—cheeks flushed, chin in the air, eyes glazed over with need. I wish I could take a picture of how beautiful she is at this moment, but really, there’s no need. We’ll be doing this multiple times a day for the rest of our lives.

  “Ready?” I whisper as I start to slide back out.

  She nods her head as I glance down at her heaving breasts, still covered in my cum.

  I still can’t believe this is happening. It feels surreal. It’s like a dream that you didn’t dare to wish for finally coming true. A dream that would be too greedy to ask for, too selfish to even think about—how could I possibly think I deserved a girl this incredible?

  I lean down and kiss her neck all the way up to her earlobe as I slowly slide out, feeling every inch of her pussy stroking my raw cock.

  I keep the tip in as I take her earlobe into my mouth, nibbling on it gently before thrusting in deep.

  “Oh yes!” she cries out as I slam my cock in to the hilt.

  It’s too rough. Too fast.

  I hate myself for thrusting into her like this, but it’s so hard to control myself. I want to be sweet and gentle, soft and slow for my delicate virgin, but I guess I’m not strong enough.

  “What’s the matter?” she asks, cupping my cheek.

  The anguish must be written all over my face. She already knows me so well.

  “I’m trying hard to slow down,” I tell her. “I’m trying to control myself, but I just want you so badly.”

  “You have me,” she whispers on my lips. “Do what you have to do and make me yours. Lose control, baby. I can handle it.”

  “I love you,” I blurt out.

  Her eyes widen a bit and I suck in a breath when I realize what I’ve said.

  “See what I mean about controlling myself?”

  “I love you too, Westin,” she says as her hands move up and down my arms. M
y cock is still wedged deep inside her with her pussy clamping down around it. I can feel it throbbing and pulsating as I stretch her out. “Show me how much you love me. Show my pussy what it means to be your girl.”

  “You’re perfect,” I whisper as I drive my hips out, already losing control.

  I start thrusting in and out at a fast hard pace. She’s whining and whimpering, but she’s urging me on with her eyes.

  “Yes,” she moans. “Fuck yes…”

  I grab her leg and hoist it up so I can sink in deeper with each ruthless drive of my hips. I claim every inch of her cunt, excited for her to cum all over me.

  At one point, my dick slips out and we both let out a desperate cry.

  “Turn around,” I demand as I look down at the redness on my cock. I’m covered in her virginity. Her mark is on me as much as mine is on her.

  I grab her hip, not waiting for her to do it on her own, and turn her on the bed.

  I push her legs closed and slide my cock back into her warm cunt where it belongs.

  “Oh, you’re so deep,” she moans, feeling me even more in this position.

  I slide my hand under her and grab her throat, choking her just a little as her big juicy tits press against my flexed forearm.

  This time my control is gone. I’m merciless as I start thrusting into her hard and deep. My pelvis slams into her soft ass cheeks with every drive. The headboard starts knocking against the wall, harder and harder.

  I feel her pussy tighten around me as her screams get louder, more frantic, more out of control.

  “Christ,” I hiss through clenched teeth as she erupts on my cock, cumming all over me. I feel her inner walls clenching and pulsating, trying to milk my cum out as she screams my name.

  I tighten my grip on her neck, letting her know that her alpha male is in control as I thrust in deep and hold it there. Her legs are trembling as the orgasm consumes her.

  I hold my cock in deep, enjoying the feel of her virgin pussy cumming on a cock for the first time.

  My plan is to power through it, to hold myself in there, so we can keep going, but it feels too good. Her little whimpers are the last straw. They push me over the edge.

  I thrust in and out one last time, pushing my cock as close to her womb as it will get, and then let go with a roar.

  The intensity stuns me. It rocks me to my core. I hold onto her desperately as I transfer every drop of my seed into her ripe waiting womb.

  Just when I think my balls are empty, one more stream of cum surges out of me, coating the walls of her virgin cunt.

  When I can’t hold myself up any longer, I drop onto the bed and pull her into my embrace. My eyelids are so heavy, but I don’t want to miss a moment.

  I struggle to keep them open as I breathe in her delicious scent, as I treasure the softness of her skin, and as I cherish the warm feeling of love growing in my chest that will never go away as long as I’m alive.

  But it’s not long before we both drift off into sleep—happy, satisfied, and completely in love.

  Chapter Nine

  Victoria

  We both call in sick for the day to enjoy our new budding romance over a three day weekend. There’s nothing I want more than to lay in bed with Westin, order take-out, and feel him deep inside me in every way and position possible.

  Last night was incredible.

  I never understood why everyone was so obsessed with sex, but now I get it. I really get it.

  It’s all I can think about. On the drive back to my place, I kept catching myself glancing at the bulge in Westin’s pants, wondering if it will get hard and long if I start stroking his leg. Even in the elevator, I had an intense urge to hit the emergency stop button so we could have a quickie between floors. The camera stopped me, so we ended up making out instead.

  He’s taken over my brain. He’s taken over my body. Every second I crave him.

  We step into my condo and he’s all over me, kissing my neck and feeling me up with his wandering hands before I can even close the door.

  I came to get a few clothes and some toiletries to last me on our three day sex marathon. Not that I’ll be wearing any clothes…

  My shirt is on the floor and my tits are out when there’s a loud knocking on the door.

  “Go away!” Westin shouts as he moves from sucking one hard nipple to the other.

  Fuck… I can’t even think straight with his hot mouth on me like this. My mind is all hazy and overloaded with sexual thoughts.

  I’ve been a virgin for twenty-seven years and one night with Westin has awoken the sexual Kraken within me.

  “Open up, Vicky!” a muffled voice shouts from the other side of the door.

  Westin whips his head around to the sound of the masculine voice. “Who’s that?”

  I grab my shirt and yank it back on before he goes all possessive beast mode again. “My brother,” I say as I tuck my breasts back into my bra.

  I take a deep breath, smooth my hair out, and open the door.

  “Yes?”

  Gabriel storms past me, but then he jerks his head back in shock when he sees Westin in my condo. He recovers quickly and nods to him.

  “Hey, Westin.”

  “Gabriel.”

  “What the hell kind of stunt were you two trying to pull at my show last night?” he asks with a sharp edge to his voice.

  “I’m sorry about that,” I tell him. “I really am. It was an accident.”

  “You call bursting in on a runway an accident? What the hell, Vicky?!”

  “We were trying to escape the security guard.”

  His face twists up in confusion. “What?”

  “It doesn’t matter. The point is it was an accident.”

  “You ruined my show! The critics hated it and it was all your fault.”

  “Whoa!” I say as I put my hand up. “We did not ruin your show. We all know you didn’t need any help from us to do that.”

  “What’s that supposed to mean?”

  “Those clothes were ridiculous!” I can feel my tone rising. All these things I’ve been holding back are starting to burst out of me. “Eighty million for that monstrosity? Are you kidding me, Gabriel?”

  “It was an investment!” he snaps back. “It was supposed to make money!”

  “And how much of that eighty million dollars did you make back? How big was the order that the ‘largest buyer of designer clothes in Europe’ placed?”

  He’s silent as he glares at me.

  “Was it zero?”

  He drops his eyes as a look of shame passes over his face.

  “Did you sell any clothes?”

  He doesn’t answer.

  “Oh, Gabriel,” I say softly. “You know this wasn’t what Dad had in mind when he let you take over.”

  He runs a hand through his hair and lets out a deep sigh. “I know. I just wanted to have my own thing… to be successful like him.”

  Westin quietly backs away and gives us some privacy. I’ll have to remember to thank him for that later.

  “I’m a failure,” he says as he drops his chin to his chest. He can’t even look at me. “It’s all been a big colossal, massive failure. I’ve put Dad’s life work in danger. I let our employees down. I let you down. That’s what hurts the most.”

  My brother is breaking before my very eyes. I wrap my arms around him and pull him in for a hug as he starts to crumble.

  “Dad should have put you in charge,” he says with a cracking voice. “That was his one mistake.”

  “The company is not dead,” I say as I rub his back. “We still have some clients and we can try to get the others back. We should be working together on this. Drop the clothing business and out of control spending and get back to the basics. Build on the foundation that Dad left us, not burn it down and start a new one on the ashes.”

  “See?” he says as he finally looks at me. “You’re better at this than I am. You’re the one Dad should have groomed to take over.”

  “A
ww,” I say as my heart swells in my chest. It’s been a while since my older brother has said something nice about me. “I hate that we’re fighting all the time. I want my big brother back.”

  He hugs me this time and says he’s sorry. “I was trying to be a man that Dad would be proud of but I screwed everything up. I miss him so much. I feel lost without him here.”

  “So do I. I miss him too, but we still have each other to lean on. Let’s not fight anymore.”

  We hug each other as the tears come and I realize that we haven’t had a moment like this yet. A moment to grieve together over our father’s passing.

  It feels nice and I feel closer to him than I have in a long time. Maybe since he punched Alex Sullivan in the face after he threw a snowball at the back of my head when I was nine years old. It’s nice to have my big brother back.

  “I’m stepping down as CEO,” he says with a firm nod. “That’s a decision that Dad would be proud of. He always taught us to know our limitations.”

  “Who should we promote?” I ask, running through the executives at work in my mind.

  “You,” he says. “You have it all, Vicky. Strength, smarts, tenacity. You’d make an amazing leader. A leader Dad would be proud of.”

  And just like that, my nightmare is over and a new chapter at our company begins.

  Chapter Ten

  Victoria

  “Are you sure it’s okay that I’m here?” I ask as the elevator arrives on the top floor.

  “Of course,” Westin replies with a look like I’m crazy. “You’re family now.”

  “I’m not family yet.”

  He has that sexy grin on his face that I love and a knowing look in his eyes. “You will be soon. You can be sure of that.”

  I can feel my cheeks blushing as the doors open and we step onto the top floor of Cline Corp. I love it when he talks to me like that.

  The past month with this man has been absolutely perfect and all I want is for it to last. I’m fully in now—heart, mind, body, and soul—and I know I’d be absolutely crushed if he were to end it.