Claiming His Forever Read Online Flora Ferrari

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Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 46487 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 232(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
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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.

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.



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