Goldie Locks: A Steamy Standalone Instalove Romance

by Flora Ferrari

  I can sense it.

  “You’ll come when I say so, and only when you’re on my mouth,” I remind her, teasing her sex with a stiff finger, tracing a line up from her wetness, all the way up her belly to her mouth where she takes it into her mouth and nods.

  “Good girl,” I praise her, wondering just how long I can maintain my control, feeling like I’m ready to explode just seeing her almost fully naked like this.

  It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen let alone had pressed right up against me.

  She’s the most beautiful thing on earth and I tell her so, feeling her bite onto my lip as she kisses me so hard I see stars.

  Her couch is a fold-out bed, still unmade from where she slept yesterday but perfect for the occasion.

  Laying back for me, looking up at me she covers herself shyly at first but opens her legs and moves her arms once I tear off my own shirt.

  She’s shown me hers, now I’ll show her mine.

  She’s writhing on the spot, tugging her own panties to one side by the time I free my thick length from my pants, which I step out of in seconds, completely naked and rock hard before her.

  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.

  “And you’ll be mine forever,” he affirms, kissing me tenderly as we become a perfect knot of naked heat once more.

  “But not here,” he adds finally. “I want our first time and your first time to be special,” he tells me.

  I could burst at the seams right now, my whole body yearning for him to be inside me, but I kind of get where he’s coming from too.

  His own hardness is something else too, and I wonder how much willpower the man has.

  “What about this?” I ask, gripping his length gently, hearing him groan when it pulses and jerks in my hand, a life all of its own.

  He growls a low sound of pleasure, clasping his hand over mine and holding it there as he moves it slowly up and down.

  “I’ve waited my whole life for you, Phoebe. Another little while won’t hurt,” he says.

  “But not too long, I hope,” I hear myself gasping, shuddering again at the sensation of his massive body, his huge thick cock in my hand.

  “Oh it won’t be,” he promises, running a hand across my shoulder and brushing my hair back before kissing me again.

  “We can just stay like this a while longer though if you want,” he says.

  I feel spent from his performance so far, and the night we’ve both just spent awake has taken its toll too.

  Without another word, we cuddle closer and he pulls the covers over us both.

  It’s a dreamless sleep we both slip into for a few hours before I open my eyes again to see his face close to mine, already awake and watching me.

  “Hi,” he whispers.

  “Hi,” I squeak, glad this is still real, scared I might have opened my eyes and found I’d dreamt the whole thing.

  His dark eyes look longingly into mine and I ask him how long he’s been watching me sleep.

  “I could watch you all day,” he says absently, sighing a smile and kissing me again. His body against mine still, like he hasn’t moved an inch while we’ve slept.

  I breathe a sigh too, remembering I don’t have to go to work. We have all d
ay and all tonight plus tomorrow I tell myself.

  The thought makes me smile, then purr as I nuzzle into his arms again.

  As comfy as this is, I know Max meant what he said. He doesn’t want me in this apartment anymore.

  “Is it so bad?” I ask, looking up at him as I lift my head from his chest.

  “Is what so bad?” he asks, frowning.

  “This place. I mean-”

  “No. It’s not that bad,” he assures me, stopping me before I can start to feel sorry for myself again.

  “I just think you and Trixie might be happier somewhere else, with me,” he adds, smiling and those eyes of his blaze with a light that makes me tremble with excitement again.

  “I just know I’d be happier if you were both someplace else with me,” he says.

  “I’ve just spent so long moving from place to place, Max,” I hear myself reflect aloud. “Since college finished. Since all those weird things started to happen. I just… I just felt like here was a place I’d finally gotten away from all that. I got the job at the box factory and things were fine.”

  “Until recently,” he reminds me, looking thoughtful but deliberately not asking me the dozens of questions I know he has about all this.

  “It’s not your problem though,” I tell him, trying to change the topic back to something more interesting as I trace a finger down the line of muscles on his chest.

  He catches my finger and brings it up to his lips, kissing it gently.

  “You’re mine now,” he says again, smiling. “And anything I can do to help you, I will,” he promises. Leaving it at that for now. But I can see from the look in his eyes that he’s far from letting it go completely.

  Hearing him tell me I’m his, knowing he wants to be mine. It makes it seem like I’ve lived another life up until now.

  Like nothing else matters anymore.

  Just me, Max, and Trixie.

  Can it really be so simple though? I mean, I hardly know anything about him. What he really does, where he even lives.

  “I could make some calls,” Max says, thinking out loud.

  “About what?” I ask him.

  “About seeing if we can find you a replacement at that box factory,” he announces, a matter of fact.

  My job? Umm. I kinda need that right now.

  Max keeps talking, drowning out the sounds I make as I try to butt in.

  “I know plenty of people with kids at home, always looking for a first time job that pays well,” he adds. “They could take your place and if you ever really wanted to go back you could,” he says as though it’s already happened.

  As if any of this is going to happen.

  “Max, seriously,” I say louder, finally speaking over him. Sounding more nervous than angry.

  “You can’t just decide I won’t work anymore. You can’t just decide I won’t stay in my own apartment.”

  He looks more amused by the second, which I find infuriating.

  “Why not?” he asks, making me growl with frustration, only because I know he’s right somehow.

  Like he actually has thought all this through. He wasn’t just saying he’d been up all night waiting for me.

  He’s a man who makes plans and achieves things because he makes them happen.

  “You really wanna continue working in a box factory and living in this place?” he asks me seriously. Making me feel a stab of hurt.

  Making me remember my own decisions and choices haven’t done much for me so far except land me where I am.

  “I’m not trying to control you or make you feel bad, Phoebe,” he says gently. “I’m trying to help you. Help us. And if you’ll let me, I can show you,” he tells me, looking like he’s asking me to give him more of a chance than any he could ever take on me.

  “I just-” I try to protest again, but it’s already decided.

  He kisses me to silence me and after I swoon in his arms he finally releases me from his warm embrace.

  “That’s better,” he whispers. “Everything I have is yours, Phoebe. That’s what I mean by you’re being mine. You don’t need to go to that job anymore. Don’t need to stay here either.”

  “You’ll see,” he tells me with a mischievous grin, asking if I want to pack a few things before we go.

  “Go?” I ask, almost panicked by what he’s just suggested. “Go where?”

  “Home,” he says firmly. “I have a few to choose from, but we can see which ones you like best,” he adds casually. Still looking thoughtful, as though all this is completely normal.

  Trixie is awake by now and she leaps up onto the sagging sofa bed, excited that Max is still here. She licks his nose before coming over to me, wagging her little tail as if she’s been taking in everything he’s said.

  At least one of us is excited.

  Me? I’m not sure what to make of any of it, except for one thing.

  I know I’ve fallen hard for Max and saying no to him is the last thing that could cross my mind.

  I’m hooked on being near him, everything about him. He’s making it all sound so impossibly foolproof, so even if things don’t work out or I change my mind, what have I got to lose?

  That’s the look both he and Trixie give me as I laugh nervously, wondering if I even have anything to really pack let alone a proper bag to put it in.

  Most of my worldly possessions are still in packing boxes against one wall. My work uniform and sweat pants with T-shirts are my regular at-home casual wear.

  “Why not?” I hear myself saying. “Why the hell not?”

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  Maxwell

  It’s music to my ears.

  Phoebe is whole. Untouched. A virgin.

  I feel like the luckiest man alive when she tells me but I also feel confused when she gets so stubborn about wanting to keep things the way they are for her.

  I thought she’d leap at the chance to get away from her job, this apartment.

  I guess it’ll take some time for her to see things differently and I remind myself I was prepared to wait. To do things as slow or as fast as she liked, but once I saw her naked for the first time. Once I taste her in my mouth.

  I’m finished, I know I’m more than falling for her. I know she’s the one and I won’t let her go, not for another hour let alone another day.

  She eventually agrees after I give her some assurances. I’ll make sure she has a way out if she wants, but I don’t even want to consider that option.

  Once she sees how she deserves to be treated. When she sees the life she can have, the life we all can, I know she will feel better about it all.

  As much as I can’t believe my luck in finding her, I guess Phoebe feels a similar apprehension at her life changing for the better so suddenly.

  But I know this is right, I know we’re meant to be together. Like its destiny.

  I offer to join her when she says she needs a shower, but I’m reminded of the space issues so content myself to listen to her as I lay back with little Trixie on my chest, dozing again after a while before I hear my cell ringing.

  Fishing it out of my clothes which are scattered around the tiny room, I call my dad back after missing him by the time I find it.

  “Hey Pop, everything alright?” I ask.

  “I was gonna ask you the same,” he says, sounding worried. “I thought you might be coming over to pick up those window locks you mentioned for our newest customer,” he tells me. Always thinking about the business.

  “Yeah, I’m not sure she’s gonna need them now. I think she’s decided to move out,” I tell him, hoping that does turn out to be the case.

  If I have anything to do with it, she will only come back here to hand over her key.

  “Oh,” Is all my dad says, sounding wounded. “It’s just been so quiet lately,” he confides to me and I feel the same old frustration I always do with him sooner or later.

  “First your brother left us and then you went off to do your own thing,” he starts to sigh.


  It used to make me feel bad to hear it, but the tune is so old now I just try to switch off from it.

  “Don’t let me keep you though,” my old man says. “Sounds like you’re about to hop in the shower.”

  He never misses a thing.

  “Uh, no. It’s uh. I’m just at a friend’s place,” I hear myself telling him, wincing.

  Instantly changing his mood from sad and worried straight to his new favorite, matchmaking grandfather to be.

  “A friend eh?” he murmurs with delight. “How many friends does my son have that would take a shower with him in the next room at this time of day?” he muses loudly, making me laugh out loud.

  “Maybe you could bring your friend over some time, Max. You’re not the only one who could benefit from a little company ya know?” he says. The sadness returning to his voice.

  He’s not wrong though. Since I decided the locksmith business wasn’t for me, and after so many years without my older brother to take over either, I can’t help but feel a little sorry for my dad.

  He’s done everything he could to build a family business. But his adopted family just wasn’t ever cut out to follow in his footsteps.

  “Have you heard from Shane?” I ask him, knowing he wouldn’t tell me unless I ask especially. My adopted brother and I didn’t exactly part on good terms.

  “Not for a while,” Dad replies vaguely, knowing it’s a tender spot for both of us.

  Two adopted boys, neither wanting to be locksmiths and both leaving him to follow their own dreams.

  I’ve tried to include dad in everything I do, offered to buy him out, or at least have someone else manage things for him so he doesn’t have to work and worry so much, but he won’t accept a dime from me.

  Wants to do everything under his own steam, come success or failure.

  Sounds like someone I know, because it’s where I learned to be the man I am today.

  “I will come to see you pop,” I promise him. “Just not right now.”

  His dry laugh tells me he’s more than happy with his own interpretation of events.

  “Don’t rush on my account, son. You look after your friend first, then worry about your old man,” he chuckles.