Picture Perfect Love: A Steamy Standalone Instalove Romance

by Flora Ferrari

  She bites her lip for a moment, nodding. “I have been thinking of working on my own children’s book. I’ve got this idea… It’s nothing right now, just a little story about a girl who falls into a pond and ends up in this weird fantasy land. I don’t know. I need to iron out a lot of the details.”

  “Exactly.” I reach over and take her hand, squeezing it softly, but with an undercurrent of supportive domination, I’m sure she’ll be able to feel through my touch. “And I’m offering you the time to iron out those details. You don’t need to split your focus. You don’t have to take me up on this offer, but I think it would be the best thing for your career, for your talent, for your life.”

  I break off passionately, following up with a dark chuckle. “Goddamn, Sassy, I didn’t mean to give you a lecture there.”

  “No,” she says, answering with passion. “I love how much you care. I love that you want to support me. It means so freaking much.”

  “Always,” I growl.

  She giggles, her eyes shining as though she remembers a joke she heard.

  “What is it?” I ask.

  “Oh, nothing. I’m just thinking about something Mom used to say after she broke up with Lennie.”

  “What?”

  She runs her thumb over my knuckles softly, each tiny point of sensation enough to send shivers of belonging up my arm. I’ve never felt something so intimate and real and good and mine. Everything about her burns with the rightness of what we’re doing.

  “She used to say that trusting a man is always a mistake. And especially if a man promises you money, he’s going to use you and abuse you. But she’s wrong. Sometimes it works. Sometimes it fits. We’re different, Kaleb, aren’t we?”

  “Of course we are.” My voice is borderline feral, my body pulsing with the need to find this Lennie bastard and beat him into a twisted pulp for daring to twist my future mother-in-law’s mind so much. “I would die before I hurt you. I would kill before I let anybody try to hurt you.”

  Because I love you, I almost roar, which would be insane.

  She would laugh at me.

  Yet it’s true.

  But…

  Natalie, Natalie, her name whispers at the edge of my mind.

  And then it’s like my woman has read my mind. “My dad’s cancer came quickly and he left quickly. He passed within a few months.”

  She pauses, glancing at me like she’s debating whether or not to go on.

  I nod firmly at her.

  “I want to hear this.”

  Whatever it is, I’ll always want to hear it if it’s my queen speaking and I’ll always be there to give her solace if she allows doubts to creep into her mind, as she will, if doubt slithers into mine.

  Not doubt that we belong to each other. There is no uncertainty there.

  We both know it, soul deep.

  But doubts that we’ll make it out of this without destroying Natalie.

  There has to be a way.

  “It was so sudden,” she goes on, forking her food before letting her fork drop for a moment. “Mom wrote a poem for his funeral. And in typical Mom fashion, she talked about how it had scorched through his body like a wildfire. It was a little crass, but she wrote it with emotion, starkly, truly, you know?”

  I nod, enraptured by her words, learning more about the woman I’ve claimed as mine.

  “That’s really how it was. When I went back to school, I sat on my own most of the time. I never was any good at making friends. And then one day Natalie comes traipsing over, a big grin on her face. She tells me she’s broken her doll and if I want to help put it back together again, only, we have to make it fun. So we did. We made a mighty mess of it.”

  She giggles, shaking her head as tears glimmer in her eyes, but they’re warm and welcome tears of a happy memory. I can tell by the way her lips arch upward in an adorable smile.

  “It turns out the doll belonged to the school bully, a little brat who was always making our lives hell. Natalie had stolen it and this was our revenge for how she always bullied me for sitting by myself. From that day on, we were inseparable. I was seven, Kaleb. I’ve been her best friend for more than half my life.”

  “She’s been my daughter for the same time,” I say, nodding. “I know exactly what you mean.”

  “I want this. I want everything you’re discussing. But how can we have it when…”

  “What if we play a game?” I smirk when she trails off, taking on the same ironic tone I did in her apartment when I spoke to her about coming on the date.

  Her lips quirk. She knows exactly what I’m doing. She knows that I’m using this light tone of voice to subtly tell the logical parts of her to ignore all those concerns for now, for the moment, which feels like it’s all that exists anyway.

  “When the two of us are together, I feel like nothing else exists,” I tell her. “So let’s pretend nothing does. It’s just me and you, Kelly. For tonight. Tomorrow morning, we’ll deal with everything. We’ll work out how to climb these hills. But all I want to think about tonight is how lucky I am that I get to spend it with you, with my woman, and that you feel the same way.”

  My words take a physical effect on her, seeming to make her sit up in her seat, as though she’s being infused with all the potential magic of what we could be.

  “Are you saying what I think you’re saying?” she murmurs.

  “Yes.” My voice comes out ragged and beast-like. “I’m saying I’m going to explode if I don’t claim your body, properly claim it, like a man is supposed to do with his woman. I can’t wait until…”

  I trail off. I was going to say until we tell Natalie.

  But right now all I can think about is my woman.

  “Nobody else exists,” I growl, reaching over and tucking hair behind her ear, in the way that makes her blush captivatingly. “Just us. Just tonight.”

  She turns toward my hand as I move it over her cheek.

  Reaching up, she touches my palm and presses it close to her skin, letting out a shivering breath. “I want that, Kaleb, Animal. I want it. But what if…”

  “Let what if be a concern for tomorrow,” I say. “And I don’t want to hear any talk about how you won’t be able to take me, either. Trust me. I can read your innocent virgin body. You were made for this dick.”

  The way her cheeks bloom red tells me I’ve plucked a chord inside of her, and it provokes an answering infusion of stiffness in my pants.

  “Either way, I’m taking you to the finest hotel tonight. You said your mom is out for the night?”

  “Yeah, that’s right.”

  “There’s no way I’m letting you stay at the apartment on your own now. Not after that Lennie prick showed up. So we’ll stay together. I can get two rooms… if you want?”

  She looks at me, shy and then sassy, sassy and then shy, and finally, a smile spreads across her lips.

  “No, I think one room will be fine.”

  My balls ache. My length stiffens.

  This is it.

  The night I claim my woman.

  If I can convince her she’s ready.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Kelly

  I can’t believe this is happening as we ride the elevator up, my whole body trembling as we get higher and higher like we’re going to fly away any second.

  The weight of my fantasies pushes down on me, burning through me, my clit pulsing in neediness and my hole getting all wet and tingly.

  But even as I grip onto my man’s hulking arm, even as I repeat his words in my head – nobody else exists – nerves dance around me.

  They come from the memory of his massive manhood and how solid and meaty it felt between my ass cheeks.

  The nerves arising from the feeling that he’s not going to be able to claim me how he wants.

  He stares down at me, his face hard. “Are you excited to see the room?”

  He got the presidential suite, the most expensive room in the place. My nipples graze with blazing friction
against my bra at the thought. He wouldn’t have gotten somewhere so expensive if he knew how badly I might disappoint him.

  What if I completely freak when his massive throbbing dick is inside of me? Or I can’t take him at all?

  I want to be sexy, moaning and shifting in all the right places, but I’m not sure I can live up to that ideal.

  The doors open with a beep, bringing a long sleek marble hallway into view. Kaleb, standing beside me in his dominator’s suit with his gleaming silver hair and his perpetual smirk, places his hand on the small of my back and guides me into the suite.

  I walk beside him with my skin tingling all around his touch, silently screaming at him to move lower, down to my ass, to squeeze it and play with it the way he did when he had me bent over for him. My lips tingle and send shivers all through me at the thought.

  He leads us to a wide living room, with a large flat screen inlaid into the wall, and floor to ceiling windows that open onto a balcony with a hot tub and a red brick sauna. The view of the city is astounding, sparkling up at us.

  “If I wasn’t so damn protective of you,” Kaleb growls in my ear, his hand finally smoothing down to squeeze my ass, sending more whirring signals around me. “I’d take you on the balcony and fuck you in that damn hot tub. But if anybody else saw you – some nosy bastard with a drone or binoculars, I’d have to hunt them down and fucking execute them.”

  Something deep thrums inside of me, the primal piece of me which almost melted when he told me how he turned into an animal when he was a boy. I know he’d awaken that part of himself again if another man tried to claim me, and I’m so freaking glad he’s the only man I’ll ever want.

  “Come on.”

  He takes my hand and pulls me down the hallway – past several rooms – and to the one at the end. He pulls me inside and kicks the door closed behind me.

  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.

  She cries out as she squirts down my fingers, bucking wildly as I finger her deeper, pushing her against the bed. She screams and throws her head back, and then bites down as though she’s ashamed of the noise, as though she let it out by accident.

  And that just makes me even harder, the fact she’s whimpering and screaming even as her shyness tries to hold her back. She can’t contain her pleasure.

  I grab at my belt, growling as I gaze down at the sight of her round ass. It’s like my entire universe has honed down to that one perfect sight, her ass cheeks framed over the bed, the way they were earlier only this time she’s going to take my pulsing length.

  I pull my belt loose and yank down my pants.

  My cock springs free, rock hard with veins moving up and down the shaft. It comes to rest against her ass cheek, looking huge, far too big for the tight pink slit of her virgin pussy. I grip my shaft and slide it over her ass cheeks.

  “You’re so hard,” she whimpers, still looking at me over her shoulder as though she’s unsure if she can take it.

  “You do this to me,” I growl. “Feel how wet your pussy is. You’re so ready for this. Here, Kelly. Back up onto it. Show me how much you can take. When I feel your little pussy telling me you love it, I’ll fuck you how you deserve.”

  I bring my tip to her hole,
growling when I feel the warm wet kiss of her entrance against my helm, begging me to slip in further so I can feel the same warmth down the rest of my length.

  “Just sit back?”

  “That’s it,” I snarl.

  “Okay, okay…” she pants.

  She inches back onto my cock.

  I resist the urge to arch my back and thrust into her with everything I have, even if every instinct in my body is roaring at me to do that, to do it now, to fuck her until my abs are bouncing off her round ass cheeks.

  She moves down an inch and I gasp, biting down as her pussy makes a tight band of tension around my helm.

  Her tight virgin hole grips onto me, as though begging for relief.

  “Fuck, you’re big. You’re… oh, you’re filling me up, Kaleb.”

  “Fuck,” I snarl. “You sound so sexy when you say stuff like that. But who’s this for?”

  I grab her ass cheeks, squeezing hard as she inches back in small motions, my cock slowly disappearing into her ultra-tight pussy.

  She’s perfection.

  She feels like heaven.

  “Just… you,” she gasps. “Only you. Always you. Oh, fuck, fuck. Is it all the way in?”

  I look down at my massive cock, half-buried in her wet pink slit, the rest of me burning to feel how slippery and warm she is.

  “No,” I growl. “Half.”

  “Oh, God… just fuck me, Kaleb. You said our bodies need this. Show me.”

  I squeeze down even harder on her ass, almost exploding right there, my cock quivering with the need. “Are you sure? Once I start pounding this hot fucking soaked hole, I won’t be able to stop.”

  “Yes. I want to be yours. Claim me.”

  “Fuck.”

  She lets out a scream when I explode into action, hooking my hands around her hips and yanking her down toward me as I thrust up with my cock, pushing until I’m pushed right up to the hilt. I hold myself there, savoring the feeling of her pussy clinging onto my thick cock, every part of her pussy holding on for dear life.

  “Fuck, fuck,” she whimpers, her voice shivering.