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Goldie Locks: Steamy Standalone Instalove Romance

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“Like this?” I ask her, knowing she’s craving something thicker and hotter to fill her up.

She moans so loudly, making me think it’s too much, but she purrs just as loud after a moment, starting to twist and flex her hips as she lifts her behind and takes all she can, begging for more.

I trace my fingers across her lips, letting her taste her own arousal then sliding out of my own clothes I moan with her, feeling her near nakedness against mine.

The lace is so fine, it’s like she’s wearing nothing, and the gossamer waves of the little see-through little robe she has on teases my aching head before it presses against her warm belly when I kiss her.

Holding myself up over her with both my arms, I can feel one of her hands tracing up an arm, gripping as much of my tense muscles between her fingers while her other hand finds her prize.

I let Phoebe take charge of my throbbing manhood, guiding what she feels most comfortable with inside seeing as this is her first time.

She’s so wet, so warm down there, and using my swollen head she circles her own quivering hole as I feel my dick starting to twitch and jerk as it responds not only to her touch but what it feels once it gets deeper inside her.

Her eyes suddenly widen and I swear under my breath.

Fuck she’s tight, and for a moment I think it is too much too soon for her. But a wave of warmth washes over my length and with a look of determination and sheer ecstasy, she manages to take more of me.

Her hips start to roll again and I feel mine matching her own rhythm, there’s a slight pressure that makes her wince and then we both feel it.

Her deep, low moan almost drowns mine out as I feel myself sliding balls deep into her sweet, sweet pussy, which quivers and flexes as she starts to buck harder against me straight away.

For a shy girl, there’s nothing shy about her lovemaking and in a matter of moments, I’m learning a thing or two myself.

Chapter Fifteen

Phoebe

It’s so big.

Everything about Max is so big, I try to tell him all this but I can only wheeze little breaths in between my own excitement.

My hands and my body finally taking over from my brain.

The one thing I desperately need is for Max to claim me as his own properly. To fill me with everything he has, to make me his woman once and for all.

To fill me with his babies.

The thought should scare me, but who am I kidding? I felt it inside me the instant I saw him in the hallway.

He’s perfect and there’s no way I’m letting the perfect man slip through my fingers.

My first time is with the man I know I love before I even tell him so. But for now, it’s our bodies doing the talking.

There are no words to really speak between us that can describe any of this.

It takes a little doing, to begin with, but despite the obvious size differences between me and Max, we fit together perfectly.

Like a key into a lock made especially for it, Max’s huge muscular frame against my curvy softness is what each of us has been craving all along.

If the man’s a wizard with his tongue down there, his huge cock inside me, his strong arms embracing me and his sheer poetry of movement proves he really is a god among men.

My frenzied pace eases into something smoother, but in no way less intense once he reaches a new spot inside me that we both feel.

Both of us know in an instant that we’ll always be together, always like this, every chance we get.

“Oh, Max,” I groan loudly, shaking my head in disbelief that anything could feel so good. That anything could make me feel so complete.

“Say my name,” he demands. “Because I’ll say yours, Phoebe, forever. Because you’re mine now,” he says in a low voice, shuddering when he has his own euphoric wave of pleasure ripple inside of me gripping us both as I feel him grow even harder.

He grunts and looks up, swearing again at how good I feel under him, my hands finding his buns of steel and gripping all I can I squeeze hard as he circles my newfound sweet spot until it feels like I can’t take it anymore.

But I can take it, I crave it already right while I’m getting it and I know Max is hooked as much as I am.

We slow and then speed up, he’s gentle and when I want it a little rough, thrusts harder on top of me, something I can’t get enough of.

His naked skin on mine, with each of his muscles flexing over my softness. He is growling with satisfaction until I can feel myself about to lose control



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