Claiming His Forever: An Instalove Possessive Age Gap Romance

by Flora Ferrari

  I can read everything about her through touch alone.

  Surely that means that we were made for each other long before we ever met.

  “Hungry?” I ask.

  She frowns as I lead her into the center of the restaurant. I’ve had the lights arranged so that everywhere but our table is dim, visible but not as bright as where we’ll be dining. Soft jazz plays from the speakers set within the walls, further setting the mood.

  My blood pumps hotly as she walks just ahead of me, my eyes fixated on her calves and the way they twitch with her footsteps. I can tell she doesn’t usually wear heels, and that just makes me want to take her even more.

  She’s unschooled. She’s naive. She’s my untouched virgin, and her every movement drives me feral.

  “Kimberly?” I say, walking around to her chair and pulling it out for her. “It’s polite to answer when somebody asks you a question, especially when that somebody happens to own you.”

  She laughs strangely. Maybe I can’t read her as well as I thought, because this is lost on me.

  “Something’s wrong,” I note, as I slide into my chair.

  She bites her lip, causing my cock to pulse harder.

  It’s already pushed up solidly against my pants, threatening to explode with more and more potency each moment. My seed swills around inside of me, hot and frantic and eager to erupt into her tight willing cunt.

  Her womb was made for me.

  I’ll claim it soon.

  “I don’t know,” she murmurs.

  I smirk, reaching across the table and touching her chin. I direct her gaze to me.

  “What don’t you know, you shy, beautiful thing?”

  “If I’m hungry—if I should be hungry.”

  “Tell me what’s wrong,” I snap. “You’re acting just like you did earlier when I asked what size clothes you were. Fucking hell, Kimberly, do you really think you have to play games with me? You belong to me. You can tell me anything. You can tell me your innermost secrets, desires, fears. Everything. So speak.”

  She whimpers.

  I fight hard to resist the urge to slide my thumb into her pretty virgin mouth, fuck it the same way I will with my manhood, make her whimper and moan some more.

  She really does have a perfect throat-fucking face, my beautiful queen.

  “I guess I’m just surprised,” she murmurs. “That you’d want me. Somebody like me.”

  “More riddles,” I sigh, sitting back and staring hard at her. “Say what you mean, and say it plainly.”

  “You want it plain?” she snaps, admirable fire flaring in her eyes.

  It’s the sort of fire I need in the mother of my children. She’s going to fulfill her role perfectly.

  “How’s this for plain?” she rages. “I’m fat, Kristian. I’m fat, fat, fat.”

  I stare at her for long moments, trying to work out if this is some sort of joke. My eyes move to her breasts, to the ample voluptuousness of them, to her cleavage which screams out for tit-fucking and breastfeeding.

  Disbelief twists inside of me like a jagged blade.

  I don’t understand how she could say this.

  Anger flashes awake inside of me.

  I glance around the restaurant.

  We’re alone. I designed it that way. The staff are deeper within the building, ordered only to appear when I send one of my associates a text message. We’re too far up for anybody to see into the floor to ceiling windows and, anyway, the angle would make that impossible.

  We’re entirely alone—the perfect circumstances for punishing Kimberly for saying such a goddamn ridiculous thing.

  “Stand up,” I snarl. “Right fucking now. Up, Kimberly. Up.”

  CHAPTER NINE

  Kimberly

  “What?” I moan, stunned at the way his eyes flare, his lips twisting into a conqueror’s grimace.

  He leans forward, wearing his steel-blue suit like armor. His square jaw tight and his quicksilver eyes brimming with a hundred unspoken statements, all of them having something to do with rage, the kind of unbridled rage that makes me wonder if I’ve got this wrong.

  Is this man going to hurt me?

  Do I want him to hurt me, just a little, in a safe, loving way?

  My insides twist and tingle and my clit buzzes.

  “Stand. Up. Now.”

  His temples pulse and for a moment I’m sure he’s going to explode out of his suit. His arms bulge firmly against the fabric. His chest heaves.

  I stand up, legs shaking, and push my chair back. The screech noise seems impossibly loud in the private closeness of the vast room.

  “Walk to the edge of the table, here,” he snarls, pointing to a spot off to the side. “And place your hands down. Stick your ass out and stay like that.”

  My heart starts to pound in my throat as I do as he says, my clit tingling, my lips so hot I’m certain they’re going to burst into flames. I lay my hands against the table and arch my back, pushing my hips out, looking at him out of the corner of my eye.

  “Now,” he growls, slowly rising to his feet, “tell me you’re beautiful.”

  “What?” I whimper.

  His smirk twitches as he walks around me, out of view.

  I gasp and moan when he brings his hand down on my ass in a quick, kissing spank. It’s not hard and yet there’s a subtle sting there, more pleasure than pain.

  He slides his hand up my bare thigh and grabs onto my spanked ass cheek, his finger skirting so close to my pussy I let out another shivering moan. Wetness floods me, soaking my panties. I writhe and whimper and start grinding against his hand.

  “You horny thing,” he snarls, leaning in close to bring his mouth to my ear. His hot breath teases me. “You’re already ready, aren’t you?”

  I look around the restaurant, but it’s empty.

  “It’s just us,” he snarls, as though reading my mind. “If anybody even tried to look at you when you were like this … The sexiest fucking woman in the world, Kimberly, that’s what you are. If another man tried to look at you, I’d kill him. Now, tell me you’re beautiful.”

  “I’m beautiful,” I moan.

  “Mean it,” he growls, spanking me again, that same stinging closeness getting more intense now.

  My hole flares and flutters in need of him.

  I feel like some primal woman pinned under an invading soldier. This man is large and strong and so much better in every way than the boys who I usually interact with.

  He’s a bear whereas all the high school douches are just cubs.

  He’s a beast.

  He’s going to protect me from all the hell in this world. He’ll venture out of our cave and bring meat back for me and the children.

  The children.

  The phrase surges around in my mind.

  Would he laugh if I told him these crazy thoughts?

  There’s a difference between belonging sexually to someone and wanting to have babies with them.

  “Kimberly,” he snarls. “Say it.

  “I’m beautiful,” I moan.

  Another spank, a little harder this time, but there’s still no pain, only star-hot tingles coiling around my thighs and across my ass cheeks.

  “I told you to mean it, believe it, because you are.”

  He spanks me and I fall forward a little, sticking my ass out as I look at him over my shoulder.

  He towers over me, his face flooded with tension, his lips twisted into something between a smirk and a grimace. His ice eyes glare at me, making me feel naughty and deserving of punishment.

  But only his punishment.

  “I am?” I whimper, my ass cheek pulsing from all the contact.

  He raises his hand and brings it down in a whack against my ass cheek.

  I shiver and let out a warbling moan, my hole getting clammy and tight. The tension in my belly squeezes, and I just know it’s my womb getting ready for his manhood, for his seed.

  I try to silently tell her that I’m not ready yet.
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  I’ve never had sex before.

  All of this feels like a crazy fantasy.

  “You’re beautiful,” he snaps. “You’re curvy. You’re voluptuous. You’ve got a body made for pleasure, with so much of you to explore. To degrade yourself by calling yourself fat – by saying fat like it’s a bad thing – you degrade me. Because I own you. I expect my woman to have some goddamn self-esteem, especially when you’re the most attractive girl I’ve ever laid eyes on. Now be a good girl and tell me that you’re beautiful. If you want your reward, that is.”

  “My reward?”

  He wrenches my dress up quickly, shoving it up my back so that my ass is exposed. Then he roughly yanks my panties down, down, until they’re wrapped messily around my heels.

  He slaps my bare ass cheeks, the contact making a flesh-on-flesh slap noise.

  I gasp as goosebumps prick my skin, spreading and tingling tantalizingly.

  “No questions,” he snaps. “Just say what I want you to say. And mean it.”

  I close my eyes, looking inward, wondering if I can ever mean those words.

  But if a man as muscular and handsome and dominating as Kristian thinks I’m beautiful, surely that means something. It means, at least, that he thinks I’m beautiful.

  I open my eyes, staring into his.

  “I want to feel beautiful,” I moan. “For you, Kristian.”

  He grins like a wolf.

  “Good enough,” he snarls. “I can’t hold myself back anymore.

  “I don’t think I—”

  “If I wanted to fuck that tight virgin cunt right here, I would,” he interrupts matter of fact. “But I want your first time to be special. All I need from you now is a taste—a taste and for you to squirt and cream all down those thick luscious thighs of yours.”

  He leans down and touches my calves, lifting my feet.

  I wonder what he’s doing, and then he stands up with my panties in his hand, panties he picked out. I fight the urge to think about how big they look.

  I am beautiful, I assert loudly in my mind.

  Maybe I should really try and believe that.

  Kristian brings my panties to his face and inhales.

  “Holy fuck,” he growls. “Open your mouth, Kimberly. You’re a slut, do you understand, a horny fucking girl? But only for me. You can be a horny nympho, a sexy little whore—but never, ever, for anybody else. And when it’s all over, you’ll know that you’re so much more, that you mean so much more to me. But when I see you like this … Fuck. You look like my own personal fuck toy.”

  I whimper and nod. I can’t talk anymore.

  He’s stuffed my wet panties into my mouth.

  “Bite down,” he growls. “I don’t want there to even be a chance of someone hearing you. And don’t worry, nobody is going to interrupt us. I’d slit their fucking throat just for laying eyes on you.”

  I know that part of me should be terrified by this, but instead, a feeling of safety surges through me.

  This man will protect me.

  He’ll never let me be tricked or humiliated or bullied.

  He kneels down behind me, placing his hands on my ass cheeks, massaging them as he brings his face toward my hole.

  “Fuck, you smell good,” he growls. “Be a good girl and shake those hips if you’re ready to come for me. I’m not a patient man. And right now I’m dying to taste you.”

  I bite down on my panties, shifting my hips from side to side to let him know I want this.

  More than anything, that tightening knot inside of me wants this. My womb is screaming for it, yelling at me to tell him I’m ready for the real thing right now.

  But what if that’s a lie?

  What if he tries to push inside of me and my untouched sex simply won’t take him?

  I can imagine things getting awkward, spiraling out of control until—

  Slap.

  His hand kisses firmly against my ass cheek again, making me whimper and rub against him.

  “Be in the moment,” he growls, his face so close to my pussy now I can feel his breath whispering across my lips. “You’re here, with me. So be a good little girl and do what you’re told.”

  “Yes, yes,” I moan.

  The noise comes out muffled and contorted as I attempt to say it past my panties.

  I know I shouldn’t like the taste of myself in my mouth, but it’s not the taste exactly. It’s more that I know he likes it, and that drives me into even deeper wells of lust, spinning me around, captivating me.

  I’m glad for the panties when he slowly trails his tongue from my hole down my lips, heading for my clit. Otherwise, I might bite my tongue.

  I can feel his face against my ass cheeks.

  He’s pressed so close to me.

  I bite down on the panties, moaning muffled as he trails his tongue close to my clit and then withdraws, dragging the hot tip against my lips. I feel my lips unfolding and shivering and tingling.

  I’ve always had big lips, I think—they’ve always seemed big to me and I’ve wondered if men would be disgusted by them.

  But Kristian is making hungry growling noises as he laps his tongue against my pussy.

  I twitch against him, shivering.

  The intensity in my pussy was already at a breaking point before he touched me, a pent-up mass of it that felt ready to erupt … and that was before his tongue began to tease closer and closer to my clit.

  “I need to taste it,” he growls. “That glorious fucking come of yours. I love how much you squirt. I love how wet and tangy you get. You really can’t control yourself, can you? It’s a wonder you’ve been a virgin for so long when you’re this fucking horny. But I know the truth. You were waiting for me just as badly as I was waiting for you.”

  “Mm-mmm,” I moan, grinding against him, letting him know he’s right.

  “Good girl,” he snaps. “Now fucking come.”

  All at once, I’m sure that I’m no longer here, in this deserted in-the-sky restaurant. I feel as though I’ve blasted off someplace, faraway, and the only way I’m going to return to earth is with a soul-shattering earthquake.

  He attacks my clit with the tip of his tongue, making it erect and hard as he flickers against it, his mouth open wide so that his upper lip is pressed against my ass cheeks with the suggestion of teeth.

  He grips my ass cheeks harder, pushing them together as though trapping himself between my legs.

  He snarls and groans the more he licks, pushing his face deeper into the folds of my pussy.

  He licks all of me now, dragging his tongue against my clit, but also my lips and my hole, before returning to my clit again as though enraged.

  I feel myself throbbing, pulsing, a fireworks show erupting inside of me relentlessly, repeatedly, until I’m not even sure if the girl moaning is me.

  I’ve never felt pleasure like this.

  Wetness begins to seep down my thighs, squirting out of me, my hole beating as though to music.

  Everything is on fire.

  My toes curl.

  Everything tingles and sparkles and I don’t know if I can take it much longer. It’s so intense. It feels like I’m dying and being born again right now, at this moment, with a man who should be a stranger but never can be after this.

  “Good slut—my slut.”

  “Ah, ah, ah,” I cry, the panties falling from my mouth.

  He hardens his tongue and slides it right into my hole.

  I’m shocked at how easily he slides inside of me until my hole is stretched around his tongue and he’s fucking me with it.

  I thought the orgasm was nearing its end, but when I feel the tip of his tongue swirly hotly around inside of me, something punches into my belly, seizing me.

  It’s like my womb is getting as tight as my hole, clawing onto her own portion of pleasure.

  A wet release makes my legs squeeze together, everything tense and feeling very close, as though I could reach out and touch the orgasm if I wanted.

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  My eyes get blur with tears and I cry out. I can’t help it.

  “Kristian,” I moan. “Oh, God, fuck, fuck. Yes, yes, yes.”

  Finally, it settles down, my body trembling a few times with the aftershocks of the orgasm. I collapse against the table and then I’m floating, clear of the floor.

  I’m in Kristian’s arms, I realize.

  He loops one arm under my knees and the other behind my head, cradling me to his chest as though I weigh nothing.

  I stare up at him, his lips glistening with what he just gave me, with what I just gave him.

  “Taste yourself,” he snarls. “Taste how sweet you are.”

  He crushes his lips against mine – his pussy soaked lips – and I feel my heart thumping in triumph because I can feel how much this turns him on, to kiss me after what we just did.

  I wrap my arms around his shoulders, gasping into the kiss, writhing against him.

  “Now say it,” he smirks, breaking off the kiss, staring deep into my eyes. “And mean it.”

  I’m confused for a moment, fuzzy from the double orgasm.

  But then I remember.

  “I’m beautiful, Kristian,” I say.

  And I mean it.

  He smirks even wider, kissing me with surprising tenderness on the forehead.

  CHAPTER TEN

  Kristian

  “This is delicious,” my queen says, after swallowing a mouthful of steak.

  I smirk and reach across with a napkin, dabbing at the grease that slides down her chin. She tilts her head at me with her eyes wide and sassy. But behind the sassiness, I see nerves flaring, the same nerves that awoke in her when I told her to call herself beautiful.

  “You look so gorgeous right now,” I tell her, meaning it.

  I need her to know how beautiful she is, grease or no grease.

  “What, covered in steak juice?” she says, rolling her eyes.

  I nod sincerely. “You could be covered in slime and you’d still be the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. I hope I can make you see that one day, Kimberly. You’re a goddamn angel. You’re my angel.”