Goldie Locks: Steamy Standalone Instalove Romance

Both of us looking, searching, and reaching out for each other with our eyes long before our bodies reunite.

I feel my cock twitching, seeing her so turned on is almost too much for me to take and I feel all my hardness reach a new level as I make a low growling sound.

Staking my claim over what’s rightfully mine.

My hand strays to my aching dick, making Phoebe moan even louder before she pouts, begging me to please her first.

As if I need telling.

“I need you here, Max,” she gasps louder, still trying to murmur something else, but my body’s over hers, my thick cock brushing against her body as I make my way down to her slick valley.

She’s only able to grip my hair, steering me towards her sweet, sweet pussy which quivers under my lips before I cover all of her in one swift movement.

I devour her, greedily at first and I’m not ashamed to say it.

I want her so bad, need so much of her on me, inside me, and all over me all at once, it’s like a frenzy of passion before I sense how close she is again.

I slow my pace, determined to make this last as long as I can for her. Giving my queen all the pleasure she deserves while I savor her. Honor her, worship her perfect body.

Feeling my face between her silky smooth thighs, my stubble gently teasing her to new levels of excitement along with my tongue as it frees her clit from its hood, I vow to pleasure her daily.

Every chance I get.

She’s bucking her swollen nub harder against my probing tongue and I shift my hands from her chest and belly to spread her open wider, making her swear loudly. Grunting my name as she puffs the words I’ve longed to hear.

“Max… I’m gonna… “I’m…” But I can feel her body starting to tense already, the shudders of her pre-climax coursing through her system.

A torrent of her sweet essence fills my lips and I let out a low groan as I grip her heart shaped ass with one hand, squeezing her while spreading her open and showing her what it means to be a woman adored as the last pressure on her swollen clit brings her to orgasm.

Her back arches and her breath catches, stopping for what feels like an age as I relish her release.

If she’s the sweetest thing to look at, the most tender thing to hold, she’s the most delicious thing to taste.

To savor.

At once I know I’ll never get enough of her, but I’ll make damn sure she gets her fill, today. Tonight and every night from now on.

As the waves of pleasure gradually subside, I rest my head on her belly, stroking her body and thighs. Telling her just one thing.

“Mine. Mine”

Moving up to kiss her again I hold her sweet face in one hands, noticing her flushed cheeks and fevered brow as she smiles.

But something’s on her mind, I can tell.

Before I even have to ask, she tells me.

A look of near shame in her eyes as they move away from mine when she says it.

“I’ve never been with a man before, Max. I’m a virgin.”

Chapter Eleven

Phoebe

It’s the hardest thing for me to tell him, but having him so close and especially after what he’s just helped me achieve down there.

It just feels like I’m maybe not what he expected after all. I mean, a man of his years, his experience.

He could have any woman in the world, and here I am a complete first timer and feeling like it shows.

His lip curls into a satisfied grin though, and he holds me closer to him, not saying a word, only kissing the top of my head as he snuggles up against me.

Our nakedness shared on my sofa bed, which I feel creaking under us. Trixie snoring happily on the floor in her own little bed.

It’s like a perfect moment, nowhere near the tragedy I’d expected after my shocking announcement.

“You don’t mind?” I finally have to ask him, worried by his silence.

“Mind what?” he asks back honestly, propping himself up on one elbow. His whole torso flexing against me and making me shiver.

I look down with embarrassment, knowing he doesn’t mind. It’s just me and my own insecurities again.

“I mean, you’re so good at everything,” I venture. “I’m just-”

“You’re just too good to be true,” he says, pecking my lips. “I was worried,” he confesses.

“I was worried when I heard you had a baby. I thought, I thought someone else had gotten to you first. That’s what I was worried about.”

I smile, thinking of Trixie, my little fur baby again.

“Now you’ll be mine. All for me,” he continues, urging me with his eyes to tell him that’s how it’ll be.

“I’m all yours, Max. You’ll be my first and my only,” I tell him, feeling my heart fluttering in my chest.