Claiming His Forever: An Instalove Possessive Age Gap Romance

by Flora Ferrari

  My seed roars at me from some primal place, telling me to claim this perfect woman and make her a mother. The most animalistic way to do that is to bend her over, hike up that dress, and push myself inside of her, pushing her panties to the side.

  Then I’d grab onto those large beautiful bouncing ass cheeks as I ram my heir into her needy body.

  I force my hand to the small of her back, gesturing to the bed with the other.

  “What do you think?”

  She turns to me.

  My hands graze around her hips, up, and I can’t help but massage her breasts. I grab thick handfuls of them through the material of the dress. Her skin gets that horny shade of red, the same blushing tone that touches her cheeks.

  I can see how wet she is just by looking into her eyes.

  “I—love—it,” she moans as I play with her nipples, gripping them through the dress, tickling, driving her wild.

  “I need to see that ass,” I tell her.

  I grab her arm softly and close the door with my other hand, and then I lead her across the room.

  She walks at my side like the obedient, horny virgin she is.

  I push her softly onto the bed. She leans down, placing her hands on the sheets. She grips handfuls of rose petals as she presents her ass to me, sticking it out.

  I stare, balls throbbing, at the way her hips curve into the round bulbs of her ass cheeks, wrapped up in a prom dress like a gift.

  I groan, stalking forward.

  She whimpers when I bring my hands to the backs of her legs. I want to see every single shimmer of her pleasure, right up until the moment she gives in to it and she can’t take it anymore.

  I’ll watch each pulse, as though time has slowed down.

  And then, only when she’s the neediest she can get, I’ll let her melt into glorious release.

  Her dress gathers as I press into her thighs firmly, feeling the impossible heat of her.

  The tip of my cock aches, rubbing against my pants.

  I can feel tension right from the helm to the base, a solid iron bar of it, burning.

  I need to feel that sopping soaked cunt.

  I smooth the dress over her back so that it stays ruffled up there, revealing the violet underwear I picked out from her.

  Fuck, the light is making the material slightly see-through.

  I can see her big juicy lips smashed in there, and her hole.

  I let out a groan and a grumble when I see the wetness of her hole, seeping into the fabric. I almost snap my hand down to my cock and start pumping, but I need to see her shiver for me.

  My taste buds tingle in anticipation of her cream.

  I need to taste her, how tangy, how fresh she tastes.

  I’m going crazy just thinking about it.

  “You’re soaked,” I growl, hooking my fingers into her panties and sliding them down, placing my hands against her bare ass cheeks.

  I stand close now, my groin close enough to press forward and grind into her if I wish. I smooth my hands over her ass cheeks.

  Her skin is goose pimpled, the horny excitable thing.

  “Do you like it?” she murmurs, looking at me over her shoulder with a mixture of nervousness and bravery.

  But the bravery is winning.

  Her smile quirks.

  She wants this as badly as I do.

  She wants this searing act and she wants what comes afterward. We were made for each other by some unknown entity, and we bonded, and now this is how I claim her.

  She’ll never touch another man.

  I’ll own her, every damn second of her life. I own these round spank-me ass cheeks and I own that soaked cunt, and I own those breasts that are begging to be palmed right now.

  “Do you like it?” I growl, sliding my finger down and into her hole.

  I slide into the first knuckle, my fingers facing up so the backs of them touch her ass cheeks. Even that makes me so solid, the feel of her ass cheeks pressed against my knuckles as I start pumping my fist.

  “Yes, yes, yes,” she moans, as I fuck her greedy little pussy with my middle finger.

  “Who do you belong to?” I growl.

  With my free hand, I lean forward and reach around to palm her breasts.

  I slide my hand into her dress and cradle her, massaging her breasts and pushing her with more slick force against my finger. She loves it, pulsing with the movements, gripping onto my forearm, and holding it against her.

  I’m mauling her, owning her so she can’t escape.

  She’s mine.

  I’ll make her come anyway I damn well please.

  I slide another finger inside of her, her pussy quivering and loosening just a little bit for me. But not much. I can already feel how tight she’s going to be around my massive cock.

  I’m going to open that hole and own it, driving so deep inside of her, her womb will have its own orgasm.

  It’s only fair I get her nice and wet first.

  “Come on these fingers,” I snarl. “Do it now. Do what you’re fucking told.”

  I finger-fuck her harder, leaning back so I can watch her. Her hair has fallen to the one side, letting me see the way her lips twist, her cheeks blossoming rose-red. Her eyes are open and turned to me as if begging me to stop and begging me never to stop at the same time.

  Her moans are loud and shivering, and I can tell she’s close.

  “Ah, ah,” she cries.

  She pulses and arches her back, pushing her pussy against my fingers. My knuckles flatten her round juicy ass cheeks, and then she starts trembling uncontrollably against my hand.

  I can tell my Kimberly has learned the art of orgasms in the past, but thank God I’m the one who found her first before anyone else could enjoy it.

  She starts grinding against my fingers, her natural instinct taking over.

  Her body knows that she wants children, too. Her body knows how important this is.

  I feel my fingers getting wetter and I lean back, groaning as thick white come starts to squirt all over my fingers. I rub it against her pussy, making her lips and her clit wet and glisten in the light.

  Her hole opens for me, vivid pink, begging to be filled.

  “Oh my God,” she gasps. “I needed that so bad, Kris. I’ve been thinking about you all day.”

  “Good,” I smirk. “Because I can’t wait any longer.”

  “I’m so scared you won’t fit,” she murmurs.

  “I’ll fucking fit,” I growl. “Now back that virgin ass up. I need to feel how tight and hot you are. Properly feel it.”

  “Hmm-mm,” she moans, arching her back and sticking that ass out, framed by her prom dress piled atop her back.

  I reach forward and pluck her underwear from her, snapping it. It’s such a delicate thing.

  It’s just that ass, that pussy. They’re all that exists.

  I can’t stop looking at the way her hole is already a little open for me, all wet and shiny with her orgasm, ready to be plunged into.

  I undo my belt and pull my pants down, and my boxer briefs.

  My massive cock bobs up weightily. I stare down, wondering if I’ve ever been this hard before.

  My veins are bulging against my skin, my helm massive and goddamn soaked with precome.

  I’ve never felt this need before.

  I step forward and grab my shaft, gripping the base of my cock to guide myself toward her hole, with the other hand I press against her wide ass cheek, feeling her quiver with the contact.

  I press myself into her, feeling her hole become a tight band of tension around the head of my cock. The heat is soul-searing, exploding at the end of my cock, her wetness begging me to slide in the rest of the way.

  “Slowly,” she whimpers.

  “I will,” I grunt. “Just back that ass up in your own time, baby.”

  “Really?” she moans.

  “At first,” I growl. “Get your virgin cunt ready to really be owned.”

  “Okay,” she moans. “Oh,
oh God. You feel so big.”

  “You feel perfect,” I growl.

  She must shred the rose petals with her hands. She grabs the sheets so hard, moving that round ass toward me.

  I massage her ass cheeks, watching as her tight hole takes inch upon inch of my cock.

  “Oh, fuck,” she whimpers, when she’s almost right at the base of me.

  Everything is tense and taut and ready to explode.

  “Just—just fuck me, Kris,” she moans.

  My overfilled balls tense up, willing me to pump the rest of the way into her.

  “I’m going to fuck you hard, Kimberly,” I warn her. “Be careful what you ask for.”

  She shivers, turning to look at me over her shoulder, her eyes wide, needy, beautiful, horny and shy and brave at the same time somehow. “I want it hard,” she moans. “I want you to own me, Kris. I want you to make me yours.”

  My balls pulse like a heartbeat.

  She couldn’t have said anything more perfect.

  I drive my hips forward and push myself the rest of the way into her. Right at the base of my cock, her pussy goes so tight, squeezing the entire length of me. I can feel the whole surface of my cock being squeezed inside of her, my virgin is so gorgeously tight.

  I pull out of her, and then drive in again, pumping her to my base.

  She moans and bucks forward with the impact, and then catches herself, whimpering and shivering.

  “Yes, yes,” she cries.

  “Does it hurt?”

  “No,” she moans. “Not anymore. God, it feels good. It feels hot.”

  I drive my cock up to the base again, lingering for a moment with all of me speared inside of her.

  She quivers against me, the walls of her fire-hot cunt clutching me.

  I grip her shoulders and start pommeling her now, making use of that pussy like we’ve fucked a hundred times before.

  I tried to be the noble bastard, but right now I can’t stop myself. I just need to fuck her tight wet slit hard and fast.

  Her pussy sings for me as I drive into her, making wet noises.

  “I’m sorry,” she moans.

  “Don’t you fucking dare,” I snarl, thrusting her so hard she falls against the sheets. “Your body’s letting me know you like it. Push against me, Kimberly. Show me how badly you want to be fucked.”

  I slow down and she thrusts back, finding my rhythm, and then I pick speed and so does she. It’s like we’re fusing together. The only things that exist are the primal parts of us, the parts that know this ends in a family.

  I feel my abs smashing against her ass cheeks as I lean forward a little, driving deeper into her.

  She pushes against me, her hands fisting the sheets.

  There’s something so mind-fucking about the way she claws at those sheets, as though she’s looking for a life raft. She’s drowning in this moment with me, and she wants to sink, deeper and deeper because she knows I’ll always save her.

  An engagement ring would look perfect on that hand of hers.

  Suddenly, her pussy gets even tighter. I feel her clutch me so, so hard, as though her body is massaging my cock to try and get me to explode inside of her.

  “You’re fucking squirting,” I groan, staring down at the thick length of my cock as it explodes in a hot river of white cream.

  “Ah—ah—ah,” she moans, her breath hollow.

  She’s gone somewhere else. All she knows is that she’s coming, hard. This is the only moment that matters.

  She looks so damn needy as she does it.

  The thick squirts push against my cock and slide up to her ass cheeks, her cute tight asshole. I reach down and smooth the cream over her cheeks, like oil, making her ass shine for me.

  I spank her glistening ass, loving how quick it turns red.

  Kimberly starts to moan, finally getting her breath back.

  “Oh, that was—oh, it was deep. It was so deep. It was so good.”

  “Who owns you?” I snarl, fucking her so hard now the whole bed starts to make noise.

  The headboard slams against the wall over and over.

  “You,” she cries.

  She can’t push back anymore. All she can do is take the full force of my body against hers.

  “Fuck, fuck,” I gasp. “You’re my—”

  “I’m your anything,” she moans, her pussy getting tighter, hotter.

  I’m close.

  I ache for her.

  “I’m yours, Kris,” she cries.

  Her ass cheeks are hypnotizing me, the way they bounce off my abs. They’re so round and meaty and sexy. My cock disappears between her ass cheeks, right to the base, ramming more of her own squirting cream into her.

  More and more—holy fuck, no way, she’s creaming again.

  “Come with me,” she cries, voice choked.

  “In, in,” I grunt.

  “Huh?”

  “In,” I snarl an animal noise, hardly a word.

  A moment later, she moans, “Oh, baby, come in me.”

  “Yes,” I snap, the headboard slamming against the wall and the whole bed smashing against the floor as I take this cunt, as I make it mine.

  “Come in my pussy.”

  I growl and my woman knows what that means. It means keep saying things like that. It means I’m in charge now.

  “Come in my virgin pussy, Kris,” she moans. “Come in my tight virgin cunt.”

  “Argh,” I roar.

  One of the bed legs snaps and the mattress tips to the side.

  I fall forward, keeping my cock in her the whole time as we collapse atop the bed. I handle her like a rag doll, only caring that my cock stays inside of her no matter where we end up.

  My boiling shaft is pumping more and more hot seed into her each second, my balls gasping with relief as I erupt inside her.

  I roll on my back, Kimberly sitting atop me.

  I dart my hands up and yank her dress down. Her breasts are bulging out of her bra, looking like they were made to be palmed and stroked.

  I push her bra aside and prop her up against me, taking her weight, and then I lean down and bite softly into her breast.

  I bite and bite as the last shivers of my release leave me, and my cock finally starts to wilt.

  I release her breast, staring down.

  A pale red mark, already fading back to her skin tone.

  I look into her eyes. She’s smiling. Her features are flooded with relief.

  “Tell me I did okay,” she says.

  My cock gives a quiver when I slide out of her.

  I fall sideways on the bed, bringing her with me.

  She giggles and we land facing each other.

  “You know you did better than okay,” I smirk. “You’re just fishing for compliments.”

  “So is it me and you forever now, Kris?” she murmurs.

  “Always,” I tell her. “If that was your first time, damn, I can’t wait to see what you’re like when you’ve had a few years. Fuck—I don’t even know if it’s even possible for you to be better. You were so perfect.”

  Her smile quirks when she feels my cock harden again, brushing against her thigh.

  “So soon?” she moans, biting her bottom lip.

  “You drive me crazy,” I snarl. “I can’t help it—”

  Suddenly, the main door to the room bursts open.

  I tilt my head, listening.

  Footsteps—in the hallway.

  I leap off the bed and pull my pants up, rushing to the door. My hand darts out and grabs a golden vase. It’s heavy, but I can handle it easily.

  I slide behind the door, silently. My senses heightened, piqued.

  The footsteps are getting closer.

  “Get in the ensuite,” I grunt across the room, keeping my voice low. “Lock the door.”

  “Okay, Kris,” Kimberly says, moving to the edge of the bed. “But what if something happens to you?”

  “Don’t worry,” I snarl, as the footsteps approach the door.
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  I bring my finger to my lips, shushing her, and then nod toward the ensuite.

  “Boss,” Maury says from the other side of the door, his voice shaking. “You better let them in. They’ve got guns. They’re going to kill me.”

  “Yeah,” another voice laughs. “Better listen to him, Kris, my man. Wouldn’t want this to get messy.”

  “Who the fuck are you?” I snarl.

  “I know who he is,” Kimberly says, her voice trembling.

  I glare at her.

  Get in the ensuite now.

  “It’s Aaron,” she murmurs. “Aaron Fitzgerald, the jock who tricked me on prom night.”

  My blood runs cold.

  What the fuck is happening right now?

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  Kimberly

  Kris gives me a firm nod of his head. His grey suit is crumpled from our lovemaking, our sex, our wild fucking. My body is still reeling and all of this feels like a dream.

  We were just holding each other, his manhood swelling between us.

  I felt a glittering certainty in me that, the second time, we would fall back into that melting state again. We’d collapse and hover there together like we did the first time.

  My body longs for it, my womb pulsing through me, sending shivering sensations surging around my sex.

  But now my high school bully is at the door.

  “Kimberly,” Kristian snarls, nodding to the ensuite door, hefting the gold vase as though it’s weightless. His silver hair is swept to the side, his quicksilver eyes stark and wolfish and intense. “Now.”

  “Okay, okay,” I breathe, running for the ensuite.

  I fumble with the handle and let out a gasp. I feel so clumsy, my head foggy from the jarring switch in atmosphere.

  Aaron is here.

  Is he here for me?

  I push open the bathroom door and walk inside. The heated flooring turns on and lights blink awake, showing the marble tiles, claw foot tub, rock sauna, and Jacuzzi, all laid out like a spa.

  I turn, closing the door, leaving a small window for me to watch.

  I can’t not watch.

  Something might happen to Kristian.

  “Kimberly?” Aaron laughs after a long pause. “I fucking knew I recognized her. Kimberly Grayson. I’ll tell you, life is full of weird coincidences. The last time I saw Kimberly, she was all teary-eyed because I said I’d go to prom with her. Ha, can you imagine? Goddamn, she was so gullible.”