Taking Back Beautiful

by Devon Hartford

  I shiver. Don’t be polite.

  “I believe a woman should be given the opportunity to make up her own mind.” Stroke. Stroke.

  Make up my mind for me because I’m stuck where I sit!

  “That doesn’t mean I’m not going to do something about it.” Stroke. “I believe in clear communication.” Stroke. “I believe in making my intentions obvious.” Stroke. “So you know exactly where I stand.” His cock is standing at full attention.

  Unfortunately for me, I’ve lost the power of speech and have no way to communicate. Where did my words go?

  “When the time is right, when we’ve agreed that I’m going to throw you up against the wall and fuck you until you scream, I will do exactly that. Until we have that conversation, I’m not going to make a move. Out of respect.”

  Let’s have that conversation right now!

  “Until that time, you’ll just have to watch.” He continues stroking himself. “I bet you’re soaking wet right now.”

  Yep.

  “I bet you want to touch yourself.”

  Yep.

  “All you have to do is pull up that sexy dress of yours and let your fingers go to town.”

  Yes, I’ve been wearing nothing but dresses ever since he threw me up against the wall at ReaXion, hoping for a moment like this.

  Too bad I’m frozen in place.

  “If it was me,” he chuckles, “I’d hike that dress up to your waist, tear your panties off with my teeth, and run my tongue all over that wet pussy of yours. I’d make you come so hard you’d think you’d pulled every muscle in your body.”

  I am dying with desire right now. I want to masturbate so badly. But I don’t. I just squeeze my knees together like a good girl and shove my fists in my lap. It offers no relief.

  “And then? When you’re drenched and breathless, I’d ease my cock inside you.” Stroke. “This cock. It would be tight at first, because you’ve never had a cock this big.”

  I’ve never had any cock.

  “But you’d get used to it. Then you’d get addicted.” Stroke, stroke, stroke. “You would want me to fuck you day and night for the rest of your life.” Stroke. “Fucking…” Stroke. “Me and you…” Stroke. “Fucking like wild animals.” Stroke, stroke, stroke.

  I’m wild all right. And I’ve got the furry kitty to prove it. I’m sure it’s rabid, based on how it’s driving me crazy with lust. And it’s probably frothing at the vagina, based on how wet it feels against my panties.

  I squeeze my thighs together as hard as I can and whimper.

  “That’s what I want to hear,” he mutters.

  I bury my fists deep in my crotch, seeking relief.

  “Go crazy, babe.”

  No one has ever called me babe, and it’s easily the sexiest word in the English language. A shiver runs through me. No, that was an orgasm. A small one. But an orgasm nonetheless. And I’m not even really touching myself.

  I have never been more turned on in my entire life.

  And I’m going to do something about it.

  I launch myself from the couch and stumble to the floor right between his thighs. On my knees. I rest my hands on his, mesmerized. He pumps himself up and down. His cock is inches away from my face. If I wanted to, I could easily lick it. But I can’t move because I’m hypnotized by his massive cock and just beyond it, his golden sunshine eyes, which are now burning into my soul.

  “You want this, don’t you, Daphne?”

  Yesyesyesyesyesyesyesyes—

  “You want my cock deep inside you. You want my cum deep inside you.”

  Uuuuuhhhhhhhh…

  “You want…” his face cinches up with intense ecstasy. “This…” he strains. His cock strains too, the dark head beating with heat as it swells. His back arches, his head falls against the easy chair cushions, and he grunts.

  Cum fires straight up.

  Again and again.

  Again.

  And again.

  I squeeze my thighs together and they vibrate as I desperately will myself to orgasm. But nothing happens.

  Slowly, he tips his head forward, his eyes hooded but still burning bright through thin slits. He’s breathing hard, slow and steady. “What do you want, Daphne?”

  Cellos.

  The sound of cellos.

  I whisper, “I want… you.”

  “What do you want from me, Daphne?”

  Staring into his golden eyes, I take a deep slow breath before one quivering word escapes me:

  “Everything.”

  His sunshine smile lights up the universe, “I was hoping you’d say that.”

  Chapter 12

  DAPHNE

  We crash onto his bed.

  My thighs are wrapped around his ass.

  His jeans are around his ankles with his boxers.

  His hard cock is jammed between my legs, thrusting against my damp panties.

  We kiss hard.

  Lips, tongues, teeth, biting.

  It drives me wild.

  He grunts, “Fucking pants.” He spins to sitting and kicks his boots and socks and jeans and boxers right off. Then he spins back and yanks my panties off. His face dives between my legs.

  “Oh my God!” I shout the second his tongue touches me.

  He doesn’t stop.

  I come instantly.

  He does not stop.

  I fall over the edge of a mile high orgasm. It takes forever until I hit the ground.

  When he comes up for air, his face shines. “Fuck you taste good.”

  “It’s not too furry?” I giggle nervously. I don’t even trim. Why would I? This has never happened before.

  “I fucking love it.” His face dives in again and his big arms snake up to my chest, squeezing my boobs through my dress.

  I come two more times before he takes a break.

  “We need to get you out of that dress.” He kneels between my legs. His cock points at me like a gun. “I’m going to fuck you silly.”

  I laugh weakly, exhausted from all the orgasms. “I’m already silly.”

  “I’m just getting started.”

  He helps me pull my dress over my head. He’s gentle compared to a moment ago. “Don’t want to ruin this,” he says. “I think it’s my favorite dress of yours.”

  “It’s the blue color block one I wore on our first date.”

  He smiles tenderly, “I remember. You’re stunning in it.” He sets it on his dresser, folded.

  “You fold your clothes?”

  “Don’t you?”

  “You’re perfect.”

  “I know,” he grins.

  “Didn’t your mom ever teach you humility?”

  “No, but she taught me how to fold clothes. And treat women with respect.”

  “That’ll work.” I was so distracted by the clothes folding, I forgot that he’s never seen me this naked. I cross my arms across my bra. It’s the only piece of clothing I have left. I’m afraid to take it off.

  “What are you doing?”

  I shrug, suddenly shy.

  “Take your bra off. I’ve been dying to see those babies since the day we met.”

  I’m a deer in headlights.

  “Come on, Daph. I’m a boob man. Quit teasing me already. Take that bra off or I’m tearing it off.”

  It’s now or never. I reach behind my back. I’m afraid of what he’s going to say. I unhook the clasp. I shrug my shoulders. The cups fall away and…

  His sunshine smile brightens the entire room. “Fuck, babe. Those are fucking perfect!” He practically tackles me on the bed and starts sucking one nipple while pinching the other.

  I’m giggling the whole time.

  His tongue is all over me. So are his hands. Mine are all over him, especially on his perfect washboard abs. But all of him is so damn hard. Every inch of him. All those muscles. I’m the opposite. Well, my muscles are under a layer of padding. Somehow, we’re a perfect fit. Hard against soft. Opposites attract and all that.

 
The next thing I know, his muscled arms are planted on either side of my head and he stares down at me.

  His hot hard cock lays against my wet folds.

  “What are we doing, Apollo?” I whisper.

  He stares at me.

  “I don’t have any condoms,” I mutter. “Do you?”

  His slow smile burns into me. He slides his hot cock slowly back and forth against my wetness.

  “Do you have any condoms? I’m not on the pill.”

  He shakes his head, drilling me with his eyes.

  “Then we can’t have sex.”

  “Why not?” He’s teasing me.

  I frown. “You know why.”

  “Why?”

  “Because of babies, dummy!”

  “What if I want babies?”

  “You don’t want babies! We’ve only known each other for a few months!”

  “That’s long enough to know I love you, Daphne Armstrong. And that I want babies. With you.”

  “What! Don’t be silly!”

  “I’m dead serious.” His words are dark and determined.

  So is his stroking cock. It’s driving me crazy with lust and something else that starts with L. “We can’t, Apollo.” I’m starting to get scared and you can hear it in my voice. “Wait. You just called me Daphne Armstrong, didn’t you?”

  His sunrise smile rises and lights up my life. “I love you, Daphne. I really do.” Cellos. The sound of cellos. “You wouldn’t know this, but me and you have the same easy thing my parents had. That best friend thing. I’ve never had that with anybody. But I do with you. It’s fucking unreal. I’m more turned on right now than I’ve ever been with anybody. And I’ve been with a lot of nobodies. This isn’t puppy love, Daph. This is the real deal. I want a family. I’m halfway to dead. I can’t keep waiting and waiting. You know why?”

  “Why?”

  “Because I found you. And you’re mine.”

  His cock pushes against my entrance.

  I gasp.

  He eases in slowly.

  “Oh, Apollo, what are you…”

  A pinch. I wince.

  “Relax,” he cellos. “Relax, Daph. I love you. So much. I really do.”

  Like that, he’s in. All the way.

  I am full.

  “I love you too, Apollo,” I whimper.

  He starts a slow thrust in and out.

  It feels incredible, almost too good to be true, but it’s really happening. And I have no idea how he got that huge thing into me. Just snuck it right in under the radar.

  “Oh my god, Apollo, this feels so good…” I moan.

  “I know, babe. I know…”

  He pumps slowly. Impossibly slowly.

  I start to come right away. “Oh, god, Apollo. It’s so… It’s so… oh god! Apollo!”

  His voice strains, “Cum is leaking out of my dick already, babe. I can feel it filling you up. I’m gonna come the rest of the way any second…”

  “Fill me up, Apollo… Please fill me…” I’m whimpering like crazy now as the orgasm starts to build.

  “Fuck,” he grunts. “I can’t—I can’t—FUCK!!” He roars and pushes himself into me as deeply as he can, pulsing into me, his whole body vibrating as he pushes and pushes and pushes, filling me full of his cum.

  “Fuck, Daphne! FUCK!!!!”

  I scream out the biggest orgasm I’ve ever had. I scream so loud and so high I’m surprised I don’t shatter his bedroom window. I’m vaguely aware that what we’re doing is crazy but I’m loving every second of it.

  He wants my babies.

  Our babies.

  #b#b#b#

  DAPHNE

  Two minutes later, he’s pounding me from behind, one hand gripping my hip, the other furiously fingering my clit. When I feel his cum from the last time running down the inside of my thighs, it drives me wild.

  I scream, “Oh god, Apollo! I can’t take it! I’m going to come again!” I do. My thighs and my vagina clench hard. I know from experience that all the exercise I’ve been doing for the past few months makes my orgasms much stronger than I ever thought possible. It’s delicious.

  This time he doesn’t come with me. He just keeps fucking me.

  A few minutes later, I come again, harder than before. It’s so powerful I can’t even keep myself up on all fours so I collapse to the mattress. He falls with me, on top, and just keeps fucking. I open my legs and arch my back so my ass is in the air and he has complete access. The head of his cock rubs across a sweet spot deep inside me that I didn’t know I had. My body starts to buzz.

  It’s like my orgasm never stopped.

  I just keep coming and coming.

  He thrusts and thrusts, swelling larger than before, groaning and grunting like an insane caveman.

  He grabs my hair and pulls hard. He breathes heat into my ear and growls, “You are the hottest fucking woman on this planet. And you are mine, babe. All. Fucking. Mine. I’m gonna fuck you so hard you forget your own name. And I’m gonna fill you up with so much cum, the only thing you’ll be able to remember is my name. Mine. Say my name, Daphne. Say it.”

  “I’m yours, Apollo. All yours.”

  “Forever mine.”

  “Forever yours.”

  “Forever,” he hisses. He starts to grunt like maybe he’s dying but when he starts to pulse, I know he’s coming alive inside me.

  I go right back over the edge of a sky-high orgasm and I scream.

  #b#b#b#

  DAPHNE

  “I’ve been wanting to do this for months,” I purr.

  He lies on his back with his hands clasped behind his head. “Me too.”

  I swing my knee over his waist like I’m getting on a horse. Which I sort of am. Because he has horse cock. I plant my heels on the bed and rest one palm on his muscled chest while I reach between my legs and position him. I’m so wet, he slides right in. But I take it slow. My legs are strong enough now that it’s easy.

  I can’t imagine doing him like this a few months ago. I would’ve been out of breath in three seconds.

  I lift myself up then ease slowly back down. I get into a rhythm, focusing all my attention on pleasuring him.

  The whole time I’m doing it, his entire body is tense and he shakes all over. Even his toes shake. He unclasps his hands from behind his head and holds them up near his face, shaking them too. It’s almost like he’s being electrocuted, it’s so intense. “Fuck, Daphne! Fuck! Your pussy is a velvet vice! God damn it!!”

  “All those squats,” I smirk, loving that I’m driving him wild.

  After a good ten minutes of this, I’m surprised I haven’t killed him with pleasure. I slowly sit down and change up my squatting motion to a grind.

  “Don’t stop,” he begs in a hoarse whisper.

  I start to arc my pelvis against him. When my clit slides across his skin, every cell in my body lights up and starts to dance. This motion hits my clit just right. Now we’re both being electrocuted with pleasure.

  “Fuck, Daph. Like that. Just. Like. That.” He drops his head into the pillows and groans.

  We literally fuck for another three hours.

  Every single time he comes, he shoots his cum inside me.

  Every single time is better than the last.

  I’m pretty sure I started ovulating yesterday.

  After this, there’s no way I’m not pregnant.

  #b#b#b#

  DAPHNE

  It’s nearly 4:00 a.m.

  I lie curled against Apollo starting to doze off.

  Both of us are on top of the covers, totally naked, totally drenched, totally spent.

  He whispers, “I’d ask you to marry me, but I don’t want to scare you off. So I’ll wait until after you meet my mom. She has to approve.”

  My eyes pop open and I tense.

  “Joking. She’ll love you. And I don’t ask her approval for anything. Ask her. She’ll tell you,” he chuckles. “I never listen. Anyway, you wanna marry me?”

  I bite m
y lip. “Am I dreaming all this? I mean, seriously. Ouch! Did you just flick my arm again?!”

  “Yeah.”

  “I hate you!”

  “I hate you too. In fact, I will hate you with all my heart until the day I die. I hope you’re okay with that.”

  I pinch the sensitive skin on his ribs.

  “Hey! What the fuck was that?!”

  “I’m not marrying anyone who hates me.”

  Silence.

  “Was that a yes?” he mutters.

  “No, it was a no. Hater.” I giggle and pinch him again.

  “Ow! Okay, okay! If I promise to love you with all my heart until my dying day, will you marry me?” Cellos.

  I bite my lower lip. “I—”

  “Meow!” Stanley jumps up on the bed, purring.

  Apollo chuckles, “Say hello to your new mama, Stink Foot.”

  “Can we agree to call him Stanley?”

  “Can we agree you’ll marry me?”

  “Yes.”

  “Stanley it is.” He pulls me against him and we kiss.

  Stanley purrs.

  I want to cry. Happy tears.

  After a moment, he says thoughtfully, “I have to warn you of one thing.”

  “Should I be worried?” I giggle.

  “Only if you hate coming on my cock.”

  “That’s what you’re warning me about?”

  “No. From now on, I’m going to take you whenever I feel like it. Can we agree on that?”

  My eyes widen. “Ummmm… Define whenever.”

  “Whenever is whenever. It’s a simple question. Yes or no?”

  “Yes.”

  He chuckles with sinful mischief. “Be careful what you wish for…”

  Chapter 13

  DAPHNE

  “You know what I love about you?” he asks in the morning as we stand in his small bathroom in front of the mirror. By morning, I mean noon because we just woke up.

  “What’s that?” Right now, my hair is a giant fuzz bomb and it looks terrible.

  “Your hair. It looks like a sexplosion.”