Taking Back Beautiful (9 page)

“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.

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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.

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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 my 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.”

“A what?”

“You heard me.”

“
You’re
the sexplosion.” I eye his perfect body in the mirror. It inspires lust, as always.

“No, I’m serious. I love it. It’s so… what’s the opposite of virile? I mean, what’s the woman’s version?”

“You read all those books. Don’t you know?”

“Harry Potter doesn’t go into details about sex stuff. Oh! I remember. Fertile. Your hair looks so damn fertile.”

“Are you trying to get me pregnant our first time?”

He smirks, “No. But I’m praying to the gods that you do. I don’t want you going anywhere.”

Cellos. Every time he speaks, it’s cellos and my heart melts.

“By the way, that was your first time, wasn’t it?” he asks.

“Yeah. Is that okay?”

“For me it was perfect. I just hope you don’t mind only ever sleeping with one guy.”

I turn around and wrap my arms around him. My full breasts brush against the dusting of hair on his muscled abs. I hood my eyes and look up at him. I grin the sexiest grin I can. “I think I’ll manage.”

“I love you, Mrs. Armstrong. With all my heart. You’re the woman I’ve always wanted. Always.” He kisses the top of my fuzz bomb gently and chuckles, “I know there’s a head in there somewhere…”

I sigh sweetly. “I love you too.”

“Meow!” Stanley’s tail brushes around my calves.

I giggle, “And you too, Stanley.”

“Meow!”

I glare up at Apollo.

He frowns, “What?”

“How could you ever call him Stink Foot? He’s probably traumatized.”

He laughs, “Are you kidding? He’s totally my bitch.”

“Am I your bitch?” I ask coquettishly.

“Hell no you’re not.”

“I’m not?” I growl.

“And you’re nobody else’s bitch either. I catch anyone saying that and I swear to Christ I’ll…” he exhales.

I narrow my eyes. “You’ll what? Defend me? Protect my honor? Slay my enemies?”

“I thought you didn’t like violence?”

“I don’t. But a girl likes to know that a man has her back.”

His smile turns into a smirk. “Okay then I’ll sic Stink Foot on them!” He dashes out of the bathroom. “Dude is wicked with his claws!”

I chase him into the bedroom and the next thing I know we’re twisted in the rumpled sheets and he’s deep inside me.

My heart and my body.

It’s the only place I ever want him to be.

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DAPHNE

“Is it okay that I’m nervous?” I ask as we walk toward the sidewalk cafe on Sunset Boulevard near Apollo’s Hollywood apartment. The sun is bright and warm, just like Apollo.

“A better question,” he chuckles, “is if it’s okay that we’re so damn late. It’s almost one. A little late for brunch. I hope she’s not pissed.”

I’m really nervous. “Ummm…”

“There she is!” He waves and I follow his gaze.

I don’t know what I was expecting with Apollo’s mom. No, I do. I was expecting a dainty super model like Fashion Forty Fiona. But his mom looks like… him. She’s easily six feet tall and she’s gorgeous. She wears a hint of mascara and her golden eyes shine just like Apollo’s. Like me, she’s stocky. You can’t miss it despite the camouflage of her patterned maxi dress. She hides her figure like I do. She even has big hair. Not frizzy and nearly coal black like mine, but wavy and dark brown.

That’s when it all makes sense.

This isn’t a fantasy. My bubble is not going to burst. It’s not some fluke that Apollo is attracted to me. I look like a darker haired and shorter version of his mom. It makes perfect sense that he’s attracted to me.

Oh, wait.

He doesn’t have a mommy thing, does he?

You know what?

Who cares if he does?

There has to be something about him that isn’t perfect because everything else is. Now the only thing I have to worry about is whether or not his mom likes me. And how short the apron strings are.

“You must be Daphne,” she pulls me into a hug. She hugs big. Just like Apollo. “Apollo has told me so much about you.”

I hope she’s not domineering. Domineering is good when it comes to a hot hunky husband, but not when it comes to your husband’s mother. I hope he didn’t take after her…

Apollo chuckles, “Mom, I haven’t told you anything about her.”

“I know her name,” she scoffs. “And I know she’s one of your work clients. That’s something.”

Apollo smiles at me, “I figured Mom could get to know you in person. I can’t really do you justice.”

That doesn’t sound like a mama’s boy to me. I laugh, “Ummm…”

“Ignore him. I’m Michelle. Pleased to meet you.”

We shake hands.

I’m starting to like her.

Apollo says, “You two get to know each other while I put our name on the list.”

“I already did,” Michelle says.

“Okay. Then I’ll go use the restroom while you two get to know each other.” He tears open the front door of the crowded cafe and strides inside.

Michelle shakes her head, “Aren’t you sick of him yet? He’s such a pain in the rear.”

“I don’t mind,” I giggle. I’m shaking with nerves as I try to figure out Michelle. I’m not sure if she’s being polite or if this is a front.

“I’m kidding. Apollo is a good kid. I mean man. I swear, he was sixteen just yesterday. You would’ve hated him back then. A complete scoundrel.”

I wince, “Do I want to hear this?” Now I’m really uncomfortable.

She stares at me for a second, the smile on her face quivering. She takes a deep breath and shakes her head. “I’m sorry, Daphne. I can see you’re nervous. I’m nervous too.” She completely means it.

I suddenly feel much better. “Why?”

She glances into the cafe briefly, like she’s checking for Apollo to make sure he’s not about to walk back outside and interrupt our moment. She whispers, “He told me you were
the one
and I had to meet you. He’s never told me any woman was
the one
. This is a big deal. For you
and
me. I really want to like you, sweetheart.”

I laugh, nervous again. “Ummm… me too.”

“Oh, I’m ruining this, Daphne. I’m really sorry. He’s my only son. He’s…” Her eyes shimmer. “He’s all I have left of James. His father.” She bites her lower lip, fighting back tears, “I miss that man so much. I miss him every day.” Her body shakes. “I’m sorry, I promised myself I wouldn’t cry when I met you.” She uses her pinky to scrape away a tear from the corner of her eye. She sniffs, “I just want my son to be happy. Promise me you’ll make him happy?”

I feel my heart open wide to this woman because I can feel hers wide open to me. Now I want to cry too. “I will. Promise.” I laugh and my eyes are watering.