“That felt really good.” I snuggled in his arms, and a smile spread across my face.
“I knew you had one more for me.” He pressed his lips to my shoulder.
“Thank you for not flipping out when I called you Daddy…” I looked up at him.
“I would have told you to stop if it bothered me.” He gave me a quick nod, and he smiled. “It was pretty hot when it happened.”
“I liked it too—but for a second, I was scared you were going to think I was a freak.” I looked down and sighed.
“Because of what happened?” He put his hand under my chin and lifted it.
“Yeah.” I exhaled sharply.
That stupid game…
“I never saw what Kristy Sinclair posted, but being curious about things you’ve never tried before doesn’t make you a freak.” Arlo shook his head. “Neither does trying them—as long as it isn’t something that could hurt you.”
“I don’t even know if I would really want to try all of the things I answered yes to—I just got carried away, and there was a little bit of alcohol involved.” I winced. “If you answered no, you had to take a drink…”
“That does sound like a dangerous combination.” He kissed my forehead. “I’ll never judge you, Phoebe. If there’s something you want to try, all you have to do is ask—just promise you won’t think I’m a freak if it turns me on too.”
“Never.” I smiled and let my head rest against his shoulder. “Thank you—Daddy.”
All of the fears that had been buried deep inside me vanished in Arlo’s arms. He was everything that I needed, and he made everything feel so normal. It had been a really long time since I felt that way—leaving Penny Grove didn’t do it. I just wore my new life in New York City like a mask because I didn’t like the face that was underneath it. I didn’t have to hide what I perceived as my greatest shame from him—he was caring and understanding. It felt like the final piece of the complicated puzzle that was my life fell into place and revealed a picture that I couldn’t see when I was trying to put it together. I could be vulnerable, but I was safe, and that was the best feeling in the entire world.
I want to hold onto this feeling for the rest of my life. I swore I would move forward after I left Penny Grove, but this is the first step I’ve really ever taken.
“If you’ve had enough for one night, we can try again some other time.” Arlo traced the curve of my back with his fingertips. “There were some emotions that needed to be worked out, and I’m glad we had the chance to talk about it—you shouldn’t keep that kind of stuff bottled up.”
“No way.” I shook my head. “The last thing that made me want to do was get out of bed. It just made me want to stay here longer…”
Forever.
The fuse was lit inside me again, and I had no intention of ending our evening early. He had breathed new life into my body, and I wanted to keep going. I moved my hands to Arlo’s chest and started unbuttoning his shirt. I knew he filled out a suit, but I didn’t realize exactly how impressive his physique was underneath his shirt. He had muscles that made some of those hand-drawn guys on the cover of my grandmother’s books look like they needed to start a new workout regime. I kissed and teased my way down his chest and traced his abdominal muscles with my tongue. My hand moved to his belt, rubbed his cock through his pants, and then I started to unfasten it as my tongue swirled right above the leather.
“Oh god…” Arlo exhaled sharply as my tongue moved past his abdomen. “What are you doing?”
“I’m trying something that I answered yes to—you said I could.” I bit down on my bottom lip and grinned. “Or should I ask first?”
“No.” He shook his head back and forth. “You don’t have to ask.”
It’s my turn to make you feel good…
Chapter Nineteen
Arlo
I wasn’t surprised that our first trip to the bedroom brought up some emotions that Phoebe hadn’t fully let go of. Once they surfaced, all I wanted to do was keep her safe in my arms and show her that everything was going to be okay. I cared more about her than the physical connection our bodies craved. I was willing to be patient and take things slow, just like I was when she told me that she was still a virgin, but that wasn’t what she needed. She had been forced to feel shame because of her curiosities before she even understood them, and she needed to be liberated—she needed to shed her suit of armor and truly be one with her desires.
“You can tell me if I do something wrong…” Phoebe’s lips moved along my skin, and she pushed my boxers down to expose my cock.
“You’re teasing me all of the right ways.” I exhaled sharply as I freed my legs from my boxers and let them fall to the floor.
“Good.” She grinned and flicked her tongue on the side of my cock a couple of times. “How about that?”
“Very right.” I nodded quickly.
Phoebe kissed her way to the bottom of my shaft and then shifted on the bed so that she was between my legs. Her tongue felt like heaven as it moved along my length. Her lips were soft, and there was a timidness in the way she pressed them to my skin, but it still sent pulses of pleasure through my body. She made it to the top of my cock and started to swirl her tongue around the head. That caused me to tense up and moan—and when those soft, pouty lips parted to let me slide between them, I thought I was going to erupt before I even felt them descend on my length.
“That’s definitely right!” I sucked oxygen into my lungs and tensed up. “So fucking right.”
Phoebe pulled my cock into her warm, wet mouth, and my eyelids shuddered, which caused my vision to kaleidoscope for a second. I heard a light laugh echo in her throat, and it was obvious that she had seen what her lips did to me. She didn’t need any reassurance after that about what felt right—and it was a damn good thing—I don’t think I could have unstuck my tongue from the roof of my mouth. She descended on my length until she got about halfway down my cock, then lifted up to do it again. I was locked in ecstasy. All I could do was enjoy and savor the feeling. She bobbed her head a dozen times or so before she started to let her lips go further down my length. I finally recovered from the shock-wave of pleasure and moaned in unison with her motions.
“God damn, you don’t even know how good that feels.” A long sigh released some of the tension. “Right is—such a fucking understatement.”
Phoebe kept working her lips down my cock until most of my length was in her mouth. That was as far as anyone had ever been before—I didn’t expect her to keep going. The pressure was building in my balls, and I knew I wasn’t going to be able to hold back much longer. It felt so good that I didn’t want her to stop, but the release swelled into a need. I didn’t have the willpower to make an argument to the contrary. It felt like one more quick motion from those soft, pouty lips, and that generous tongue was going to make me go off like a fucking rocket—but then she tried to go further. She controlled her breathing, swallowed, and her lips kept going until they were against my balls.
“Oh fuck! I’m gonna come!” My mouth opened wide, and my muscles began to seize.
The bliss went through my body like a bolt of lightning, and I erupted in Phoebe’s throat. The initial explosion of lust caused her to choke, but she didn’t pull away. Her lips started moving with a slow glide that made the pleasure even better, and she swallowed my seed as it rushed into her mouth. She kept her lips moving until I was spent, then gave me several more until she was sure that I was done. Her lips slowly retreated to the head of my cock, and she swirled her tongue around the head a few times before finally lifting up.
“Did I do a good job, Daddy?” Phoebe looked up at me with a devious grin on her face. “I just wanted to make sure I got it right…”
“Yes.” I nodded and smiled. “That was incredible.”
Phoebe crawled up beside me, and I pulled her into my arms immediately. She was so quick to name all of my good qualities when she looked for that one in a million, but she had no idea how much
it meant to be the one that finally held her. It was going to be impossible for me to ever let her go. She was mine. I didn’t care what people might say, or what anyone thought, and that included the one that threw her away. There would be a tough conversation in the future with my son, but it was going to be necessary. Phoebe had lived her last difficult day, and I was going to do everything I could to make sure that she never regretted choosing my arms over those that were proxies for what she already knew she wanted.
“Did I wipe you out?” Phoebe started finger-walking down my chest and gave me that same devious grin.
“Nah.” I looked down and saw my cock start to engorge with desire. “I’ve got plenty left.”
“Good because all that did was get me wet.” She shifted on the bed.
“Then let’s do something that will most definitely wipe us both out.” I rolled over on top of her and pressed my lips to her neck. “But it’s going to take a while…”
“We’ve got all night.” She exhaled sharply in my ear. “I want you…”
You already have me—I’m not going anywhere.
Chapter Twenty
Phoebe
Amongst the first few questions I answered yes to at Monica’s party was whether I would let a guy go down on me, and whether or not I would go down on a guy. Those questions weren’t difficult, and the answers wouldn’t have ruined my life—even if they were dirty. I didn’t think it would be three years before I experienced either of those things, but I was so glad I didn’t try it with anyone else before Arlo. He made it seem so effortless and fun. There was no stress or angst associated with what we did—we were just two people savoring the pleasures our bodies could provide through giving and receiving.
But now I want something else, and I can already tell it is going to be better than anything we’ve done so far…
“I could spend all night tasting your skin…” Arlo moved his lips to my breasts and flicked his tongue against my nipples. “Just to see you react to everything I do.”
“There’s something that has already reacted.” I moaned and squirmed in his grasp.
“I know.” He put his hands on my thighs and slowly lowered himself between them. “I can see how bad you want it in your eyes.”
“How about now.” I closed my eyes and grinned playfully.
“I can make them open.” He pressed on my clit with his engorged cock and made it throb.
“Oh fuck…” I let out a gasp, and my eyes opened without me even thinking about it.
“See.” He smiled and let his cock slowly slid to the entrance of my pussy.
Arlo let his cock stay there against my pussy lips and leaned over to pick up his pants from the floor. I didn’t realize what he was doing until he pulled out his wallet and opened it. A condom fell onto the bed, and he immediately grabbed it. I was glad he thought of protection because not only was I ovulating, but I had forgotten every one of those lessons they hammered into my skull during health class at Penny Grove High School. All I could think about was how much I wanted him, and the fire that burned within me wasn’t worried about the consequences of those actions. Arlo ripped the wrapper open with his teeth, unrolled the condom on his length, and then he began to push his cock inside me.
“Wow!” I let out a startled moan when I felt my pussy being stretched around his girth for the first time.
“I’ll go slow.” He put his thumb on my clit and made a couple of circles, which distracted me from the discomfort.
I could tell that losing my virginity was going to hurt a little bit. I knew a couple of girls that had slept with their boyfriends in high school, and they talked about how amazing it was—the second or third time. My grandmother’s romance novels told a similar story, but if nothing else, they had prepared me to expect some pain when Arlo penetrated me. I wasn’t expecting my first time to be as good as having Arlo’s tongue on my clit, but I didn’t care. I wanted Arlo—whether I called him by his first name or Daddy. He belonged to me, and my body craved his touch. The closeness and the context of the moment meant more than the pleasure my body desired.
Arlo pushed his cock inside me until my hymen was stretched, and then he shifted his weight so that he could push past it. I felt an immediate sting as the thin membrane was torn, and that sting turned into a burn as the remnants were stretched around his impressive girth. He moved his thumb against my clit a little faster, which didn’t completely overpower it, but the surge of pleasure was enough for me to endure it. He went deeper and gave me a couple of rather gentle thrusts. I saw a look of excitement in his eyes and felt his cock throb inside me.
“I knew you would be tight, but damn…” He let out a long sigh. “You feel so good.”
“Then don’t stop…” I bit down on my bottom lip and tried to hide the discomfort. “I want you…”
“I want you too.” He nodded and shifted his weight, which allowed him to go deeper. “I want this pretty little pussy to come for me—a lot more than it already has.”
“Then you’re going to have to make it.” I put my hands on his hips and traced his muscular frame.
Maybe I shouldn’t have said that, but I couldn’t help myself…
Arlo gave me a couple of harder thrusts, and then his cock went just a little bit deeper. I responded with a moan that probably should have been a groan, but the excitement was starting to build—just from what we were doing—even if his thumb was the only thing that was giving me hints of pleasure. It still felt good. The connection between us meant more than an orgasm ever would. The fact that he was mine—the one in a million that had everything I was looking for. He didn’t view me as some kind of freak; he didn’t think I should be shamed or ostracized for having fantasies about things that no virgin really had any business thinking about, especially when I was barely eighteen with no true understanding of what it all meant. Truthfully, I still didn’t—not really—but I couldn’t wait to try a few of those fantasies out with him.
“I could spend all night just enjoying this—going slow—making you come up so many times that you beg for me to stop even though you don’t want me to.” Arlo leaned forward until his lips were against my ear.
“Oh god…” I felt a shudder sweep through my body as his breath tickled my neck, and then I felt a twinge of pleasure that didn’t originate from my clit.
Arlo drove his cock into my pussy with a firm thrust, and I felt that twinge of pleasure again. It was incredible. My body was reacting to him—adjusting to the way he felt inside me—just like it was meant to do. My nails dug into his hips, and I began to move my hips in unison with his thrusts, trying to find that magical spot one more time, and moaning every time it happened. Arlo buried the last few inches inside me, and our bodies were as connected as they could be. His cock throbbed inside me a couple of times, and then he started thrusting again. They seemed to get harder—faster—and that incredible feeling just kept getting better. My moans turned into gasps, and I felt the familiar pressure building with glorious intentions.
“Yes—don’t stop.” I closed my eyes for a moment, but a hard thrust forced them open. “Don’t stop, Daddy!”
“You’re mine.” Arlo’s words came out like a deep throaty growl. “I’ll never stop.”
I was in heavenly bliss. Arlo seemed to have a rougher edge once our passion pulled us into the thrill of the moment. I really liked that—it was one more quality that I could add to the list that no other man could possibly match. Our bodies came together as we both chased our climax. Arlo’s eyes burned with a new intensity. I felt his cock throbbing inside me—pulsating—and it was obvious that he was getting close too. Every time he went deep, the pleasure was so good that it felt like a mini-orgasm blasted through my body. I was so damn close that I couldn’t focus on anything else. What felt like heavenly bliss turned into a tease, and I realized that the true euphoria was going to tear me apart in every amazing way possible.
“I’m gonna come!” I dug my nails into Arlo’s back. “Fuck, i
t feels so good!”
“Come for Daddy,” Arlo growled into my ear. “I want to feel how good it is.”
God that was so fucking hot!
I had no idea what Arlo expected to feel—until my body seized up, and my pussy spasmed on his length. There was an immediate reaction from him—a loud moan—a louder growl. His cock throbbed and pulsated at the same time. He was definitely close, and I was already there. My head rolled back against the mattress, my legs wrapped around his waist and forced my body off the mattress.
It was like falling straight into euphoria and drowning in it because I could barely breathe. Arlo kept hammering his cock into me until I felt his thrusts become erratic. A roar came from within him, and he started to erupt inside me. His orgasm matched the intensity of mine, and I saw the peak in his eyes like I was staring into a mirror that reflected the pleasure bellowing in my soul. My pussy continued to spasm on his length as multiple orgasms surged through my veins. Arlo didn’t stop thrusting until both of our bodies were completely spent.
“Fuck…” Arlo hunched forward and then landed on the mattress beside me.
“Yeah.” I managed to nod, but that was all of the energy that I had.
We were both motionless on the mattress for several minutes. The afterglow of bliss felt like pure nirvana, and all I could do was relish it. After we both recovered some of the energy that had been drained out of our bodies, I shifted until I was in Arlo’s arms. I felt even safer than I did before with them wrapped around me. We both dozed at some point, and when my eyes opened, I noticed that several hours had passed. I was ready to close my eyes again, but Arlo stirred. His arms squeezed me tight, his lips teased and traced my ear, then he slowly began to sit up. I moved so that my heat was in his lap, and he started to run his fingers through my hair, which caused my eyes to close as it soothed me even more than I already was.
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