“Fuck,” he says, with a note of savage resignation in his voice, like the only thing he can do is what he does…
He stalks over to me and grabs my shoulders, shoving me softly up against the door and leaning down to bring his lips to mine. I gasp as I feel the sweet roughness of him again, opening my mouth so I can taste him, my man, the alpha I’ve fantasized about so many times.
He groans and slides his hand down my body, into my bathrobe, and over my skin. I cringe a little when he moves his hand over my belly, but he doesn’t snatch it away like I always thought a man would if he ever touched my soft curvy body.
Instead, he snarls with even more passion, smoothing down toward my sex.
I cry out when his finger comes into blistering contact with my clit, unable to keep on kissing him.
“I came here to tell you we couldn’t do this,” he growls, his lips close to mine as he paints me with his words. “But then you open the door looking like a fucking sex goddess. Goddamn, Kelly, are you trying to drive me crazy?”
“You still want me.” I gasp, my words strangled as he pushes his large palm against my sex, rubbing up and down so blistering heat shivers up and down my lips. “Even if you know… who I… am?”
“I fucking need you, Kelly,” he snarls. “Even if this is a mess. But I can’t think about that right now. All I can do is make you squirt for me like the horny thing you are. Look at you, twitching and ready to explode. Fuck, you’re already so wet.”
“Hmm.” I shiver against him as fantasies spring to life, his hand moving quicker and quicker with each moment. “Oh, God…”
“Fuck, I need to taste this soaked pussy. Get on the couch. Now.”
I let out a lust-filled cry when he grabs my arm and pulls me over to the couch, tossing me down on the cushions.
“No, no,” I gasp, staring up at him.
He looms over me, throbbing as though he’s going to burst from his shirt at any second like he could explode and then collapse upon me with carnal intent.
Every part of me is hot and sizzling and alive, every part of me is ready for this.
“No? You can’t tell me you don’t fucking want this.” He casually reaches down and pulls my robe aside, revealing my breasts, his eyes going wide as he drinks in the sight of them. “Goddamn, they’re perfect.”
“I do. But not here. I can’t get the couch all wet.”
“Ah.” He smirks. “I see. Which room is yours?”
I gesture toward my door.
“Come here then.”
He reaches down and scoops me into his arms, lifting me up as though I weigh nothing, cradling me to his chest as he carries me into my bedroom. He kicks the door closed behind him and drops me onto the bed.
“Don’t want anybody except me seeing you,” he snarls as he roughly pulls the curtains shut.
He spins back toward me, stalking over, moving with the agile confident movements of a big cat on the hunt, ready to ravage me. I stare up at him, my bathrobe spilling to the side, my cheeks blooming crimson when I think about him laughing at my nakedness.
But his expression is complete captivation, as though every single part of him is laser focused on me.
“Fuck, your pussy is shining, you’re so wet. I need to taste that hot young slit. Are you going to come for me, Kelly?”
“Y-yes,” I whimper as he falls to his knees and grips my thighs, pulling me down the bed and bringing his face closer to my pussy.
He drags his tongue up and down my lips, scorching me so all I can do is throw my head back and let out strangled cries.
I try to keep my voice as low as possible – I don’t want to alert the neighbors – but it’s so difficult when his tongue is making burning paths from my hole to my clit and back again.
My cries turn strangled when he turns his full attention to my clit.
I can’t help but let my hips shift in motion with his tongue strokes, as though the million fantasies I’ve had about this man are taking over and directing my movements.
I buck against him as he presses his mouth even closer against my pussy, sucking my clit into his mouth and pressing his tongue against it hard, possessively, as everything inside of me focuses on the one scorching point of contact.
“Fuck, fuck,” I moan.
“That’s it,” he snarls, his breath fire hot against my sex. “I need to taste how badly you want it. Fuck, you’re such a horny thing, aren’t you?”
“For you, for you,” I sing when he returns to licking me.
He does it even faster now, his tongue attacking my needy clit from every angle, moving so quickly I know I won’t be able to stand it for much longer.
I can’t believe this is my best friend’s dad.
And then I explode.
Fireworks erupt in my belly and surge through me, making my entire lower half set ablaze, making everything inside of me pulse with the orgiastic release of the moment.
He growls as his tongue goes into overdrive, as wave upon wave of hot release squirts out of me.
I squirm around on the bed, my bathrobe and the sheets sticking to my sweaty skin.
“Oh, oh, oh,” I cry.
I collapse backward, panting in the aftermath of the explosion.
Kaleb stands, a giant presence over me, his intense eyes searing into me as he reaches down and starts adjusting his belt. There’s something animal-like in his gaze, as though he’s reached a point of no return, as though he can’t stop himself now.
“What are you doing?” I whimper, as nerves rise up inside of me, warring with the lust.
“What do you think?” he snaps fiercely. “Your creamy hot hole is nice and ready for me now. I need to fuck you, Kelly. I need to feel how tight and needy and hot you are.”
“But…”
“But what?” he growls, his hand pausing on his belt. “Look at you. I can see how badly you need it. I can fucking taste how badly you want it.”
He’s right. I do, more than anything.
“But I can’t do it, not like this. It’s too sudden.”
“Sudden is good when we feel this way about each other.”
“Not if you’re a…”
“What, Kelly?” he asks and reaches down, sitting me up and kneeling down so we’re staring into each other’s eyes. “What’s going on?”
I look down, shame pricking me.
I’m twenty freaking years old.
I want to do this with him so badly.
But I know I’ll freak out.
It’s too fast.
“I’m a virgin, Kaleb.”
Chapter Eight
Kaleb
My cock feels like it’s going to burst into flames when she says the word virgin.
When I first laid eyes on her, I knew she was mine – and mine alone – and now this confirms it.
No other man has felt what I’m going to claim, the sweet tasty hole I’m going to make mine.
No other man is ever going to touch my woman.
If somebody tries, I’ll snap their goddamn neck.
“Fucking hell, that makes me want you more.”
Her eyes widen as she gazes up at me.
She has no idea how sexy she looks with her silky bathrobe wide open, the fabric falling to the sides to show me her round perfect tits, her pink-as-fuck nipples, her wide hips, and her perfect wet pussy. Her hair is a tangled mess around her shoulders, her cheeks lust-red from her orgasm.
“What?” she gasps.
“You heard me,” I growl. “But I can’t fucking think straight right now. I need to feel that body. If you’re not ready for sex, fine. But I need… Bend over, bend over now. I need to use that ass.”
“Kaleb…”
“Now.”
My voice cracks sharply in the room, an urgent whip in the air.
She whimpers and rolls over, climbing onto her knees.
“Now stick that ass out.”
“Like this?” she murmurs, arching her back so her round ass sticks out
over the edge of the bed.
I reach down and move her bathrobe, gathering the fabric around her hips, so her bare flesh is on perfect display. I stare in fascination at her voluptuous beauty, and then I reach down and unclasp my belt, yanking it lose and freeing my manhood.
It springs up, all ten-some inches of it.
Kelly lets out a cry as she stares at me over her shoulder. “You’re huge. Oh, God, you’re massive.”
“Moan for me when I fuck those ass cheeks. Beg me to come. I need to feel it.”
“I will. Okay. Yes, yes.”
I lean down and bring my shaft to her ass cheeks, grabbing them and squeezing them around my cock. She moans as I start pumping my hips, the friction of her ass cheeks sliding up and down my length, my engorged helm glistening with precome.
I groan loudly the faster I pump the fleshy round bulbs, completely lost to the moment, unable to think about anything else apart from the way her ass cheeks shiver and shake under the motion of my possessive pumping.
“Fuck, fuck,” I growl, fucking her faster, fighting the temptation to slip my manhood down and explore her tight-as-fuck hole.
But now I know she’s a virgin I don’t want to take her like this…
Well, I do, I need to.
But I want her first time to be special, for her to remember when she gave herself wholly to me, when she dedicated herself to me and proudly proclaimed no other man would get to touch her.
She moves with the motion of my thrusts, squeezing the sheets in her hands as though she’s taking pleasure from giving it.
I understand that well.
I almost exploded when she started moaning and I can feel her lust quivering in her hole, fluttering all needy against me.
I have no idea how long I indulge in her ass cheeks, but then my hot seed starts to surge up from my balls into my shaft, I know I can’t stop now even if a war started outside.
“On the ground. On your knees,” I snarl. “Need to. See. Your fucking. Tits.”
“Yes, yes, okay.”
She does as she’s told like the obedient virgin she is, turning and sliding to the floor, staring up at me with her innocent eyes and her perfect lips pursed.
“Grab those fucking tits.”
“Like this?” she moans, burying her small hands in her large breasts, squeezing so her beautiful shapely flesh moves around her fingers.
“Yes, yes, yes…”
I growl as I jerk my cock and aim it down at her, as a thick hot stream of come explodes out of me and spatters against her breasts.
“Rub it.”
“Over my tits?”
“Yes.”
“Okay, Kaleb. Anything for you.”
Her whimpering voice causes more and more seed to pump out of me, my whole body honed down to the end of my cock, tingling and buzzing.
Finally, it stops and I savor the moment, gazing at her shimmering breasts, soaked in my come. She makes a gorgeous picture even if the primal part of me flares with rage at wasting my seed anywhere but in her hot hole.
“Jesus,” she whispers, standing up. “I can’t… oh, Kaleb, that was…”
I nod, knowing what she’s saying without having to hear her put it into words.
“It was everything,” I growl. “It was the beginning.”
She flinches, and then nods, biting her lip. “Yes, yes. I’ll...go and get cleaned up.”
I nod again, even if I wish she wouldn’t get cleaned up, even if I wish she’d stay sticky and covered with my seed forever. But she’s probably got the right idea.
“Okay,” I say, “and then we’ll talk.”
She leaves the room and I pull up my pants, dropping onto the bed and adjusting my belt.
I know without a doubt my need for Kelly wasn’t only fueled by lust, because even now – as lust-free as I’m ever going to get around her – I know I need to make her mine.
I need to be with her forever.
The idea of another man claiming her virginity drives me insane.
Which is a problem.
Because there’s no turning back now.
And I still have no damn clue how my daughter is going to react.
Kelly sits on the bed with her hands in her lap, wringing them as she glances over at me. I can’t sit down, my body too full of energy, too full of the desire to claim her the way I need to.
It’s insane how swiftly my lust for her reignited once she’d left the room.
If I thought emptying my seed was going to bring me any relief, I was damn wrong.
“What did you mean, this is the beginning?” she murmurs.
I smirk down at her, pacing across and reaching over to tuck a wild strand of hair from her face. “You knew what I meant when I said it. I could tell.”
“I think I know,” she murmurs. “But I could be wrong.”
I force myself to sit down next to her, even if it’s difficult with all the energy surging through me. I feel the same way I used to before a big fight like I have to do something, do it right now.
I take her hand in mine and stare hard into her eyes.
In the back of my head, a voice tries to hiss at me, telling me this is wrong, telling me I need to think of Nat. But I can’t allow that voice to dominate my consciousness right now, because I know I’m not going to be able to heed it. I’m not going to be able to take the instructions seriously.
The fact is I need Kelly more than I’ve ever needed anyone, more than I knew it was possible to need anyone.
“When I first walked into that photography studio,” I tell her. “I knew I wanted you, needed you. But not just for a fling. This will sound crazy, but I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you.”
She gasps, her free hand rising to cover her lips.
Tears glimmer in her eyes. I think she’s going to say something, but she stares at me, waiting for me to go on.
“That’s why there was so much chemistry between us,” I snarl. “I know you felt it too. I’d always thought I’d know the woman of my dreams when I saw her, and there you were, looking back at me. It was perfect, one of the most perfect moments of my life.”
The other was when I held Natalie for the first time, but somehow I don’t think mentioning that right now is the best idea.
I give her hand a squeeze. “I thought it would be easy from there because I could sense the same need in you. I tried to hold back from kissing you, but it was impossible. And then when you kissed me back…”
I let out a gruff shivering noise, fighting the urge to kiss her again. I know it will lead to more if I do, and I have to get this out before I allow myself to descend into my burning lust.
“And when you told me you were a virgin, I knew it was meant to be. Listen to me… I’ve never believed in fate or any of that crap, but you, Kelly, you make me believe. Because you feel the same, don’t you?”
She paws at a tear sliding down her cheek, nodding. “Yes, I do. So freaking much. I can’t believe you’re saying all this. It’s like you’re describing my feelings back to me.”
“You belong to me,” I snarl. “You’re mine for the rest of our lives. If any other man ever tries to come near you, tries to infringe on what we have, I’ll snap his goddamn neck. I own you, Kelly.”
“Yes,” she whispers. “That’s what I want, Kaleb. I can’t believe you’re saying all of this.”
There’s a pause as we gaze into each other’s eyes, as we silently agree this is what we want, this is what we need. It would be a perfect moment if it wasn’t for the bomb waiting to go off, tearing through our certainty and turning it to ash.
It would be a perfect moment if it wasn’t for my daughter.
“But…” She trails off, her eyes brimming with meaning.
“I know.” I sigh darkly. “But what the hell are we going to do about Natalie?”
“I don’t want to hurt her,” she says. “I couldn’t dream of hurting her. We’ve been best friends for so long. It would make me feel like
the lowest of the low for the rest of my life.”
I smirk, trying to bring some levity into the moment as I lean forward and kiss the edge of her mouth. “We wouldn’t want that, would we? Since I plan on being there, that would make things very annoying, eh?”
She smiles despite herself, turning to meet my lips, but halfway through the kiss, I feel the shape of her smile change. She pulls away. “Tell me you mean this, Kaleb. Tell me this isn’t some kind of a joke, a trick, or something.”
“What?” I snarl. “I swear on Natalie’s life. I mean this. I want you. Forever. I want children with you. I want a life. I want a future.”
She nods, reaching forward and touching my forearm with a soothing squeeze. “Okay. I just had to make sure. I believe you. I know you wouldn’t swear on her life if you didn’t mean it.”
I lean forward to kiss her again, but then she leans back, turning toward her bedroom door.
I hear it too.
Somebody’s walking into the apartment.
“Hello?” A man’s gruff voice calls. “Angie? Angie? Where the fuck are you?”
His voice is aggressive, presumptuous, the sort of voice I recognize well from my time in fighting. It’s a bully’s voice.
“Who the fuck is that?” I ask, turning to my woman.
All the color has drained from her face, her mouth falling open in a twisted grimace.
“It’s my mom’s ex-boyfriend,” she whispers. “Lennie. He’s bad news, Kaleb.”
I rise to my feet, rage pumping through me.
“This bastard would’ve caught you on your own if I didn’t show up. How did he get in?”
“He’s a lock picker… among other things. He’s a real shady character. They met when she was doing research for a novel. She’s always liked bad boys, but he took it a little too far. Once he… It doesn’t matter.”
“What?” My tone grows cold. “What did he fucking do?”
She shivers as his footsteps come closer. “He came into my bedroom while I was sleeping and said some really sick stuff. Luckily Mom managed to get him out, he was so wasted. She dumped his ass soon after. But he can’t take no for an answer.”
“Motherfucker.”
I march toward the door, instincts primed, ready to do serious damage.
Picture Perfect Love: A Steamy Standalone Instalove Romance Page 5
