Picture Perfect Love

We stand amidst the luxury of the room, with its four poster bed and the bar in the corner and the plush rugs and the miniature chandelier hanging from the ceiling, all of it looking elegant and inviting.

The sheets on the bed look like they’re silky and soft.

We stand opposite each other, taking each other in with our gazes. Kaleb looks like a beast, standing six and a half feet, his hair glimmering with iron dust. His cheeks are stern and his lips hungry and near-smirking, his whole body alight, ready to take me.

I feel my body answering, my nipples, and my hole tingling.

But what if…

Leave ‘what if’ for tomorrow, my man told me.

But can I take his advice?

I’m so freaking worried I’m going to ruin this.

I’m a virgin.

But he’s looking at me like I’m his prize. Like he’s been struggling for a hundred years to get his hands on me.

I never knew a woman could feel so wanted.

He walks toward me slowly, his whole body trembling softly, a volcano ready to erupt. “I never knew a woman could be so damn beautiful,” he growls, his fingers grazing down my face and then over my body, pressing over my breasts toward my sex. “But you’re perfect, Kelly. Your shyness, your sassiness, your curvy fucking body… how ready your tight virgin slit is for me…”

I gasp as he cups my sex, his fingers shifting beneath my dress and up my bare thigh. He palms my pussy, smearing my lips up and down, wetness smoothing over me.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he snarls. “Always soaked for me, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” I whimper.

“Come on this fucking hand. Fucking come. Now.”

I want to rise to his command like the woman he needs me to be. But I feel a note of shyness trying to pull me back, trying to tug me down and make me be the woman I once was, too shy to put myself forward.

But Kaleb has shown me parts of myself I never knew existed, letting them flourish instead of being stifled beneath my insecurities.

I try to hold onto the message my womb is giving me.

Do what your predator needs. Be the woman he desires. We need his seed.

I twitch on the end of his fingers, bucking my hips, wondering if I can be the woman he needs me to be… the woman I’ve longed to be in my fantasies.

Please, my womb begs me, sending warm shivers through me. Melt for him.

Chapter Sixteen

Kaleb

I rub her pussy through her panties, feeling her thick and juicy lips against my fingers. There’s something so damn sexy about the way her pussy shivers for me, as though her lips and her virgin clit are throbbing.

I grab her by the shoulders and guide her over to the bed.

“You wanna come?” I snarl, letting out the animal inside of me. I can’t help it. She drives me feral. “Bend over, Kelly. Now. Now.”

“Yes, Animal. Oh, fuck, yes.”

My curvy virgin bends over the bed, gripping the sheets, looking over her shoulder at me with her eyebrows quirked. “Like that?”

I move forward and smooth my hands over her ass cheeks, lifting her skirt so I can get a view of the sweet roundness of them. She whimpers receptively when I slide my hand down over her pussy.

I grip her panties and pull them down her legs, revealing the hot pinkness of her young unclaimed hole. I bring my middle finger to her face, captivated by the way she pouts, always anticipating what I need the same way I do with her.

“Suck it. Now. Get it good and wet for your virgin slit.”

“Yes, yes,” she moans.

“You are such a good fucking girl, Kelly.”

She wraps her lips around my middle finger and starts bobbing her head up and down, moaning as she sucks it from the tip to the knuckle and back again. I can’t help but imagine my massive dick pressing between her lips instead, her eyes widening in lust and fascination as I fuck her pretty sassy mouth.

I pull my finger from her mouth with a popping sound and bring it to her pussy and slide it in, groaning when I feel how hot and wet she is.

She gasps and shifts against me.

“Look at you,” I snarl, moving my free hand over her ass cheeks, savoring the way they ripple alluring with each euphoric shiver of my queen. “You’re a horny thing, aren’t you?”

“Yes, yes, for you.”

I finger her pussy even quicker, slipping another finger inside and massaging her ass cheeks at the same time. She moans and bounces against my fingers, looking back at me with nervousness mixed with ecstasy in her eyes.

I stare back at her, You’re going to take my damn dick. I hope she gets the message.

Because she’s too captivating for me to stop now.

Fuck.

I’m an animal.

I own her.