Chapter 7 #2
I don’t have much more space, but I comply, earning more and more with each punishing stroke of his cock.
I moan, placing sloppy kisses along Bobby’s neck to keep him going. To show him how much I love it when he doesn’t take me gently.
When he doesn’t think of me as some fragile socialite that can’t handle a bit of brute force when her man is trying to possess and own her soul, mind, and heart.
Bobby turns his head, prompting me to shift and look down at him, and that’s what does it.
It’s the deep-seated adoration he has for me.
Those green eyes that exhibit I’m his whole world. That he’d burn it down for me.
I’ve never been looked upon like I was someone’s universe.
His daydream.
Ever since that nickname, that simple word, Bobby revealed all.
I’m what he wants, no matter how much his mother wished for someone different. He chose me, and I will always choose him.
“I love you, Bobby,” I utter, feeling it with my entire being. “I’m so—” His next drive inside me is so deep that I gasp at the stab of pain that hits my damn womb.
My face skews when Bobby’s lips clasp around mine, drawing me back in for a greedy kiss.
His tongue devours me with long strokes, demanding to taste my orgasm when it comes from my throat. Large hands spread my ass, and then I whimper when the pad of one of his fingers presses into said hole.
“Bobby…”
“Mhm?” he grumbles, his tongue lapsing against mine.
“I don’t know if I can.”
“Oh, Daydream, you can.” He pushes a little harder, and I stiffen. “And you will.”
One more shove and he’s barely inside my ass, but it’s enough to trigger my orgasm, causing my hips to rock, his finger to go a little deeper, and it’s chaotic.
I’m a screaming-moaning mess even with Bobby’s gluttonous kisses.
He groans before I feel him twitch and stills as I continue riding his cock like it’s my lifeline. “Keep going. Keep riding my cock. Take all that fucking cum.”
A lightheadedness drapes over my brain, but it’s not enough to stop me from what I’m doing.
I want him reeling like I still currently am. I’m on a high that is so breathlessly exquisite I don’t know how anything else will compare.
But I know Bobby will try.
Bobby’s arm tightly wraps around me as I lay my head along his shoulder. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”
“No,” I fib, because I feel like if I say that there was some, he’d never do what he did again. “I’m okay.”
And I definitely am.
I want to go again.
“I’m trying…to go easy on you,” he professes. “But I can’t seem to help myself.”
“It’s that wife title, isn’t it?”
“It is.”
I grin. “I’m not complaining.” I nestle closer. “I love when you lose control. It makes me feel irresistible.”
“You didn’t know that already?”
My shoulders heave. “I knew you thought I was attractive.”
“You’re something I have to have. There is no word for it.”
Pressing a kiss to his jaw, Bobby gently places me on the couch beside him. “Let me go grab something to clean you up.”
“I think I’ll stay here like this, thank you.”
Bobby looks at me like I’ve lost my mind, then it quickly turns into predatoriness. “You want my cum dripping from your cunt?”
Just by his expression alone, I know yes is the right answer. “Did you want to wipe it away?”
“Fuck no,” he leers as if the thought truly pisses him off. “Let me grab you some water.” He rises to his feet and tucks himself in his pants. “You’re going to be the death of me.”
Then he promptly walks off as I smirk toward the back of the plane, leaving me completely sated and blissfully content.
Then my phone goes off.
Nope.
I listen to it go off again, positioning myself deeper into the couch when it goes off for the third time.
I should put my phone in airplane mode.
Reaching to do just that, Bobby’s name appears on my screen.
I can’t help the bubble of laughter breaking free from my chest as I shake my head. My thumb is about to hit the green answer button when Bobby comes striding back with a bottle of water and what looks to be a sandwich.
“Miss me?” I tease underneath my eyelashes, shaking my head as he hands me the plate of food.
“For years.”
So simple.
Yet so sweet.
“Excuse me,” I quip. “I need to take this. My boyfriend is calling me.”
“By all means.”
He takes the seat across from me, kicking his knee over the other casually. Cool as a cucumber when I answer the phone.
“Hello—”
“Meirna,” a frantic voice quickly spews on the other line. “Where are you?”
My face twists in confusion, because I didn’t expect…Bobby isn’t talking across from me, and I can’t help but utter, “What?”
“Where are you?”
“I’m with…Bobby,” I manage to get out. “Who the hell is—”
“I’m Bobby. Where are you?”
My face skews in utter confusion as I pull my phone away from my ear to look at the screen.
It says Bobby.
But Bobby is currently still within my line of sight.
Putting the phone back to my ear, I mutter in a daze, “I don’t know who this is, but I’m with Bobby. Don’t call me—”
“I’m Bobby, Meirna, geezus fuckin’ Christ. I’m your fiancé. You’re with the wrong guy.”
My eyes deadbolt with Bobby’s, already watching me—like always—and I don’t get the joke. “What are you talking about? I’m looking at him.”
Bobby pushes himself to his feet, closing the distance between us in two steps, but not before the voice—the familiar voice that I’ve known for two years says, “You’re with Bronte. My twin brother.”