Page 37 of Claiming His Forever

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.

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