Picture Perfect Love: A Steamy Standalone Instalove Romance
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“Good girl. So… this date.”
“You were going to tell me where you were taking me.”
I smirk. “Yeah, but it’s so easy to get distracted around you.”
“Hey, the same goes for you, Animal.”
I laugh, shaking my head. “Oh, so you’re going to throw my old MMA nickname at me now, eh? That’s it. I’ve got to think of something for you.”
“Nuh uh. I think Kelly and Animal has a nice ring to it.”
“What about Kaleb and Sassy, huh?”
“I am not sassy.”
“You can be,” I say, sliding my hands down to her round perfect ass, and pulling her close to me. “And I love when that side of you comes out.”
The word love hangs in the air.
The thought of going the whole hog and saying I love you should be ridiculous.
But somehow it doesn’t feel that way.
“What are you doing for the rest of the evening?” I ask her.
She shakes her head. “Nothing. Mom’s out. I was going to do some sketching, but I’m finding it difficult to focus.”
I nod, laughing gruffly. “I feel the same. Let me arrange the security and then I’ll take you somewhere.”
“How is the security going to work?” she murmurs. “Mom is super strict about her personal space. She says it’s a writer thing.”
“I can have them tail her from a distance. They’ll do the same with you. Or you can stay with me, for every single goddamn moment, until I figure out a way to sort out this Lennie prick. Your mother doesn’t even have to know they’re there. I’ve worked with this firm overseas, in all sorts of dangerous neighborhoods, to keep my workers safe while building my gyms.”
She ponders it for a moment. “I think I’ll tell her. She’ll understand once I tell her what Lennie did. And from a distance is perfect.”
“Alright then.” I take a step back and reach into my pocket, taking out my cell phone. “Go and put on a dress for me, Sassy. But if it’s too damn short, I’ll rip it off you and bend you over the couch and fuck you until you’re squirting down those thick beautiful thighs.”
She moans, biting her lip. “God, Kaleb. Do you know how crazy you make me when you talk like that?”
“Not as crazy as you make me.”
“I’ll look for something,” she murmurs, turning away from me.
I take the chance to drink in the sight of her ass, so full and perfect, made for grabbing and spanking and making slick with my precome before I drive into her waiting hole.
Fuck.
I better take her somewhere private.
I don’t think I’ll be able to restrain myself otherwise.
But first I need to arrange the security.
I make the call.
Chapter Eleven
Kelly
I emerge from the bedroom half an hour later, my heart thumping crazily in anticipation of Kaleb’s reaction.
He stands at the window, his back turned to me, his shirt showing the faint outline of his muscular back muscles as they bulge and shift.
“Okay, great,” he says into his cell phone, holding it to his ear.
I walk on my two-inch heels, the tallest I can manage. I’ve straightened my hair and applied a tiny bit of makeup, and changed into a glittering purple dress I bought on a shopping trip with Natalie a few weeks ago. It cuts just above the knee and it doesn’t show any cleavage, but it’s still louder than anything I’d normally wear.
“Alright, bye.”
Kaleb turns as he slips his cell phone into his pocket.
For a second I think I’ve done something to upset him. His powerful jaw tense and he stare hard, his eyes glimmering. His fingers twitching at his side.
But then I look down and see the solid outline in his pants, his massive meaty length pressing against his zipper like it could explode. Shivers course through my body, my pussy tingling wetly when I remember how huge he was when he was grinding himself between my ass cheeks.
“Fuck, Sassy.”
“Hey.” I pout at him. “What did I say about that, Animal?”
“You give me a nickname,” he growls, stalking across the room, his voice trembling as though he’s finding it hard to restrain himself. “You better be ready to take one.”
I giggle, intensifying my pout. “But you really are an animal.”
“And right now you look damn sassy… Sassy. Give me a spin, Kelly. You look absolutely fucking perfect.”
“A spin? Okay.”
Nerves flutter through me, but beneath them there’s a chord of confidence as I do as he says, spinning around…
And then his hands are on my legs, sliding up my dress and smoothing over my ass.
I gasp and grip the edge of the couch, bending forward in shock and lust and need.
“Fuck, that ass. Your goddamn ass.”
All I can do is moan as he grabs my ass cheeks, pushing them together, and then he slides one hand down and palms my pussy. I’m still sensitive from before, from the way he consumed my clit and my lips, but even so my clit awakens and sends surging heat up and down my body.
“Fuck, fuck.”
“You’re so fucking ready, aren’t you?” he snarls. “I can feel how bad your body wants to squirt. You’re a horny virgin.”
“Yes, yes,” I gasp, the weight of all my fantasies crashing into me, the way they always will when my man touches me.
I always imagined I’d be nervous and my body would take some coaxing when I finally got intimate with a man, but then I never imagined it would be Kaleb, that my wildest dreams would come true.
He steps away and lets out a growling noise, the sort of noise that makes me think he’s going to suddenly spring back at me, a mass of primal rage and lust and possessiveness mixed together, his hands pressing hotly against my ass cheeks as he slides himself past my panties and burrows inside of me.
I turn toward him. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.”
His face is dead serious like he’s still debating grabbing me.
I’ve never felt anything like this sudden infusion of being wanted. It makes me feel drunk, my legs shaky, my whole being collapsing inward at this moment.
He was so freaking right when he said we live in the moment together.
We’ve only had a few moments but they have held so much, my womb screams at me. So much precious bonding expanded within those minutes. Our bodies are gifting our minds with this love.
I beat back the instinct.
I can’t let myself fully love him until I know Natalie is okay with this.
But I want him so bad.
Maybe another woman would be angry when he said I belong to him, but I want to belong to him, be his one and only.
I want – need – to be the woman who brings his children into this world.
I feel it shiver deep inside of me. I shift. My panties are so wet.
“I can’t do anything else,” he says passionately, walking right up to me again. He burns so hotly. “Because then I won’t be able to stop. Just now I almost tore those fucking sopping panties down and shoved my dick into your hot wet virgin slit. I was so fucking close. I feel like a beast around you.”
“See?” I say, trying to sound playful even as my body responds to his words. “I told you. Your Animal.”
“And look at you?” He reaches over and strokes his thumb along my lip, tingles dancing across my body. “You’re fucking Sassy.”
“Are you saying we bring out each other’s true nature?” I whimper, as his thumb sends even more buzzing electricity around my lips.
I’d feel like an idiot for saying anything like this to anybody else, but there’s something about being with Kaleb that allows this part of me to beat out of its cocoon and flutter into my personality.
“Yes,” he whispers, the sound still savage despite the hushed tone. “We definitely fucking do. And that’s why I can’t keep going. You drive me insane. Your beautiful ass was made for bounci
ng on my abs as I rammed you hard, and then leave you whimpering on the bed, still squirting cream as I harden again and fuck you into another orgasm.”
I gasp, my pussy flooding at the thought. I squeeze my thighs together.
I want to leap on him here, but it doesn’t feel right.
Mom could change her plans and come back here.
Natalie visits here too.
“I don’t think I can. Not yet.”
“Don’t worry.” He turns away slightly, as though restraining himself. “The night is long, my horny young virgin.”
I nod, his words surging through me.
Big beautiful ass.
I never imagined he’d like my build.
“What is it?” he growls.
“It’s… nothing.”
“Kelly, tell me.”
I let out a sigh. “What you said. About my body. It was… nice. Unexpected, I guess.”
“What?” He narrows his eyes at me. “Look at you. You were built for me to claim, every curvy inch of you. The way your gorgeous ass looked grinding against my cock was perfection. And your fucking tits…”
He slides his hand up my dress and palms them over the fabric. My bra grinds against my nipples and tingles start to dance around my breasts, spreading a buzzing sensation.
“You horny thing. Do you think you could cream that tight young pussy for me just from me rubbing your perfect tits?”
I bite my lip, trapping a moan that threatens to turn into a scream if I let it go.
I can’t believe how receptive my body is to him, sparking and buzzing, as though every point of contact is thrumming with electricity. I can’t believe how my nipples blaze like they could set my bra fire.
“Oh, fuck,” I whimper.
“Is that a yes?” He rubs me harder, claiming me with each movement. “I don’t even need you to answer. Look at you, all sparked up and ready to catch on fire.”
“But if you…”
“Want to claim your hot slit?” he snarls.
“Yes,” I gasp.
“You better hurry up and cream like an obedient virgin before I go full fucking Animal again.”
It’s like his words are some sort of trigger for me, sending the certainty of what we’re going to do somewhere deep inside of me, sizzling against my womb, as the tingling in my breasts becomes so deafening I can’t focus on anything else.
I slump back against the couch and he moves with me, his fingers pinching softly through the fabric to pay special attention to my nipples. I vibrate against him, rubbing myself against his hardness, as though I really have become Sassy like he branded me.
I let out a moan and writhe for him, caught up in the feeling of being sexy, of being wanted, of being all the things I always dreamed he’d see me as.
“That’s it,” he growls. “Good fucking virgin. Come for me.”
“Yes, yes, yes,” I gasp when the wetness breaks in my pussy, like a big ball of pressure is being released and seeping hotly through me.
I squeeze my legs together, the feeling new and exciting as my pussy pulses and my nipples feel like they’re going to turn to ice. But they’re too hot for that, burning up so the pleasure melts through me in irrepressible waves.
I collapse against the couch once the orgasm has passed, reaching up and grabbing onto his muscular shoulders, feeling how solid he is against my hands.
“Fuck,” I whimper.
“Jesus Christ,” he growls, leaning down and pressing his lips against my cheek, and we press close, steamy and hot as he pushes against my stomach to mash our bodies together.
“Fuck.” He breaks away, stepping back. “We need to go. You’ve got a horny as fuck young virgin body. I can feel how badly you want it. But not as badly as I fucking need that soaked slit.”
“Okay,” I say, stepping away from him with effort. “But I should probably change my underwear first.”
His stark ice blues shimmer, a look of tension passing across his face. “I’ll wait out here. Otherwise, I’ll have to fuck your pussy, ready or not.”
I walk toward the door, my heartbeat pounding through me, as though trying to send me messages through the neediness of my body.
Take-him, my heartbeat sings. Fuck-him. Melt, melt, melt for your man.
But I remember how huge his manhood was too vividly.
And we can’t, not yet, not until Natalie knows.
But do I really think I’m going to be able to resist him for the whole night?
I can’t believe I was bored such a little while ago.
This has turned into the most eventful night of my life.
Chapter Twelve
Kaleb
“Where are you taking me?” she moans from the passenger seat, as I cross over the bridge and head into the upscale area of the city, with its high rises glinting in the moonlight.
Lights flash up and down the road as I drive, but the traffic isn’t as dense up here.
“I know a restaurant where we can get a private booth.”
She lets out a whimpering breath as we come to a stop at a red light. I glance over at her, captivated all over again by the sight of her thick juicy tasty looking thighs, with her hands folded in her lap. She isn’t showing any cleavage, but the shape of her breasts shifts with her breathing, enthralling me.
“I know,” I growl, reading the anxiety flickering in her eyes. “But if we don’t want to tell Natalie yet…”
“I get it. It’s best to be somewhere private.”
This conversation causes a jagged feeling of guilt to swirl through me, twisting in my gut, taunting me with insults aimed at my status as my little gnat’s father.
It’s fair.
This is wrong.
I should tell her before I take her best friend on a date.
But it’s like my body physically won’t allow me to leave Kelly. There’s a beast deep inside of me, fueled by my seed and my need to put babies in my queen’s womb, roaring at me to never get too far away from her. I have to protect her, be close to her, no matter what.
Because there are predators out there, weak fucks like Lennie, and if they ever try to touch my woman I’ll crush them into the dirt.
“We can tell her,” I say.
She glances at me, a note of her signature sassiness in her expression. “We’ve already discussed this.”
I grin wolfishly and lean over, kissing her cheek just as the light changes. “You’re going to be such an amazing mother.”
Out of the corner of my eye, I see her wringing her hands. “Why do you say that?”
“Because you can be soft when you need to be and stern when you have to be.”
She smiles at me. I can feel the heat of her affection even as I focus on the road, taking the turn that will lead us to the underground parking of the high rise restaurant.
“I’ve always wanted a family. But I always… it doesn’t matter.”
“What?” I growl.
“You’ll make fun of me.”
“I won’t. I promise.”
“I always wanted it to be with you,” she says in a quick rush. “I had such a huge crush on you…”
“Wait?” I glance at her, at the redness of her cheeks, the blush creeping down her neck and disappearing into her dress, making my already heavy balls feel somehow weightier. “Really?”
“Majorly,” she murmurs. “Did you really never know?”
“Of course not. To be honest, I barely remembered your name until I saw that selfie of you at the photography studio, as your phone background. I was just happy Natalie had a friend. If that makes me sound like a self-involved piece of shit, so be it, but I had my business and my fighting to take care of.”
“It’s okay. Obviously, I knew you never noticed me. But these past couple of years, ever since high school – while you’ve been away – I guess you could say I’ve been having crazy fantasies about you.”
My cock stiffens even more as I drive us toward the underground parking lot. I reac
h over to the keypad and press a couple of buttons.
“Whoah, fancy,” she murmurs. “Are you a regular or something?”
“Something like that.”
I drive through the busy underground parking lot, to a separate internal garage, where I stop and reach out to swipe my thumb along another keypad. The door opens and the lights automatically switch on as I guide the car into the private garage, over by the gleaming silver elevators.
“Wait a second,” Kelly says once I’ve brought the car to a stop. She turns to me. “Do you own this place?”
I shrug. “I own a large percentage of it, yes, including most of the offices and the top-floor restaurant.”
Her mouth falls open and she stares. Her eyes are light and captivating, but I struggle to believe she can feel the same captivation that moves through me every damn moment, consuming me right down to my bones.
“What is it?” I chuckle. “I thought you knew I had money.”
“Yeah, but there’s having money and then there’s this. This is incredible. And you have your charities… you’ve used your MMA money well.”
I nod a note of pride thrumming in my chest. I never normally allow myself time to dwell on my achievements. A man must always keep looking forward if he’s going to get anywhere in life, but I can’t deny the truth of her words.
“Others bought cars, houses, jewelry, and then it was gone. I bought cars, houses… not so much jewelry, but you get the point. After I invested it intelligently. A man with a small fortune can make an even bigger fortune if he puts his mind to it. Fighting gave me my start, but real estate is going to give us our future, Kelly, leaving you free to pursue your art.”
She leans back against the window, head tilted adorably. I could spend the next several years studying all the different expressions my sassy girl's face can make. “Since when did you know about my art?”
“Since I sat outside your apartment earlier, trying to convince myself to leave.”
I’d sat there for half an hour, staring at her building, one voice inside of me screaming at me to retreat while the other – powered by the atavistic desire inside me – snapped at me to charge in there and claim her.