Chapter 23 Bronte
Bronte
Ithink I’ve finally broken through in Meirna’s mind when it comes to anything physical between us.
She also broke mine when she implied that she remembered my wanting her to suck my cock and took the initiative to do it.
And it was hell.
Every muscle in me wanted to fuck her pretty mouth and come down her throat, but it’s those damn amber-gold eyes that begged to fill her up with my cum instead.
It may have been subconscious or even a thought that entered her brain while she sucked me off, but I couldn’t and can’t help myself from being inside her. I’ll make other times where she can swallow me and take me down her throat without dying.
Right now, it’s Christmas.
And fucking on Christmas is our thing.
And, this time, she knows it’s me fucking her.
Meirna follows my direction with enthusiasm, hinting at how I can meet her sexual needs, but I want the mental and emotional, too.
We leave Prague two days from now, and I don’t know how perfect it’s going to be when reality hits.
When she has to go back to work, her life consumes her. When Bobby discovers she’s in New York City, and attempts to woo her back into his fucking existence.
I’d like to think about how smart Meirna is and that she can handle her own. I want to give that to her wholeheartedly.
However, a small piece of me warns that she could miss and forgive him. That I will be thrown to the wayside without a second thought.
They have history.
We have moments.
Ones she didn’t know she was having, even though I’ve obviously told her now that it was me and not Bobby.
Nonetheless, the fear of this only being temporary has picked at my headspace since arriving in Prague.
I can fuck her to sleep, I can kiss her until she’s breathless, take her out to the city she’s always wanted to visit, and give her the best honeymoon ever, but I’m not who she’s spent the last two years with.
And that has had me on edge for days.
I watch Meirna bend over, ass in the air, while she prompts herself along her forearms, giving me full access to her cunt and ass.
It’s perfection.
One of the best opportunities of my life. I know how to do all this.
I’m just at a loss for how to change the narrative because I’m not Bobby. I’m not the person she fell in love with. I’m not openly charming, but I am faithful, and all I’ve ever wanted is Meirna Stetson.
I line myself up with her pussy and don’t waste another second self-doubting how much I’m different or what is waiting for us back in the States.
Shoving my cock inside her, she’s tight, warm, and fucking mine. I said I’d give her until New Year’s to stay married to me, not that she was going to be entirely rid of me.
I’m openly obsessed and wanted to get that out of the way because honesty is the best policy, especially since she’s been lied to for years.
Meirna’s moans of pleasure fill my ears as she tightly grips the bedsheets, offering her body to me because I can handle it; I’m just impatient for more.
I grab her hips to set the pace and to move her body along with mine.
We fit exquisitely. This woman was made entirely for me, and no one can tell me different.
Not her.
Not Bobby.
Not anyone.
Meirna’s cunt knows who I am because it tightens around me harder, welcoming me home. Remembering all the times I’ve fucked and used it because once was never enough. Twice was tolerable.
Three or four times will put us out until morning.
“Fuck me,” I grunt out, slowing my hips so she can move and set the tempo. Plus, I want to see what she can do by herself and what she does do when she’s turned on, fully aware it’s me and not my twin.
Meirna doesn’t disappoint me.
She cranes her head to the side, medium brown curls cascading down the side of her back as those eyes and freckles meet me head-on.
She bounces her ass off my thighs and pelvis, taking me as deep as she can get me and only elevating my need to take over.
To show her everything.
To tell her everything through actions, not words.
My palm falls to the base of her spine, encouraging her to take what she wants because it’s hers. I’m always going to be hers.
My view is my cock disappearing and appearing from inside her pussy, a goddamn masterpiece.
A goddamn dirty daydream.
“So good,” I praise, my voice low because speaking is barely a function right now. “You keep fucking me like this, I’ll buy you Prague if that’s what you want.”
Her smile is immediate before she bites down on her lower lip, more than likely thinking that I’m joking, but I’m not.
I would buy this historical paradise right now, make her whatever, and bow every night at her feet.
“You think I’m joking,” I lightly chide, a mindless groan leaving my lips because she’s deep, and my balls appreciated the boost to release all the pent-up feelings and aggression I’ve been feeling.
“Daydream, I would give you everything and nothing if that’s what you wanted. I just want you. That’s all I want.”
Meirna bows her front half, which causes her ass to arch more and fuck me all up.
Being caught in the depths of Meirna’s body is like searching for the way out of the universe. To be lightyears away with peace and quiet while riding through the beautiful universe.
My head goes still with outside issues when I’m caught within her presence. All I can think, need, or dream about is her.
I’m so in over my head, it never hits a breaking point. There’s no limit, it seems, where it maxes out and ceases.
“Show me what it was like,” she mewls in this sweet and sexy tone that has my balls clenching. “When we were together on Christmas.”
There were several ways, depending on how many times I was allotted to fuck her.
My first round was always hard and rough. I only had three times a year of her all to myself, and it was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done in my life.
So much so that I should’ve named my fucking hand Meirna.
Reaching for one of her wrists, then the other, I pull at them and secure them into the small of her back before I take over.
Round one, it’s all about how I needed to release the time and space in between us. To remind myself that I had her first. That everything I feel is validated in how her body responds to me.
Which, in reality, it wasn’t because of who she thought I was and looked like.
But, since the tables have turned, I fuck her like I always do the last two Christmases. I fill her up with every inch of me—quick, hard, and selfish.
Meirna’s moans and groans vouch that she’s fully aware it’s me. That I’m the one working her body into a heated frenzy while I try to hold it together and not one-minute man this shit.
It’s hard since the truth’s been out. If I had finished early, that would’ve all been on Bobby.
But my brain wills my balls and cock to hold out until she’s already reeled and is sated. It serves only her and her needs.
With each thrust, Meirna’s body lunges forward, just for me to pull it right back to meet me in the middle.
I’m barely holding on by a thread. Meirna is so fucking tight and wet for me, it’s like squeezing a damn lemon and hoping it doesn’t create lemonade. My balls want to fill her up with my cum, own her tight cunt, and have her collapse on the bed in a heap.
“That’s too much for you, Daydream?” I ask inquisitively, wanting to see and hear how she thinks of it now that I’m out in the open. “I’d wait months to fuck you, and I could never help myself when I finally got you within my grasp.”
“More,” she coos, shattering the last piece of reserve I had.
It’s over.
It’s gone.
Meirna is about to see me for everything I am and everything I want to give.
Wrapping my forearm around her middle, I position her body so that we’re pressed up together. My chest to her spine as I enter her at a new angle, growling in her ear possessively as I continue to rock inside her.
“That’s exactly what you used to say,” I tell her along the shell of her ear. “More. You always fuckin’ wanted more of me. Do you remember now? If you think back…can you tell the difference, Daydream?”
Her head wobbles up and down. “Yes. I know it was you now.” Then she turns her head slightly and whispers, “And I loved it.”
Fuck me.
Meirna begins to move with me, bouncing on my cock when I thrust upward. We both share groans and moans. The smell of sweat and vanilla wafting off her skin as I pepper kisses to the side of her neck.
“I wanted you to do it again,” she whispers. “But it wasn’t you. I thought about it for days afterward.”
“Stop,” I growl out, tightening my hold around her waist. “You’re going to make me bitch at myself for not coming back sooner.”
“You should. Because things would’ve been different. We could be here…after years of being together…with you filling me up every night with your cock.”
My orgasm triggers with no warning, thoughts of nights past that I can’t do shit about, with me inside her, sending me over the edge.
Meirna’s own release happens seconds afterward, receiving my cum and mixing it with hers, is the most fucking erotic thing I’ve ever experienced in my life.
She doesn’t stop bouncing on me until she can’t bear to be on her knees anymore. Leaning forward to lie down while I go with her, pulling her against me because pulling my cock out of her just yet isn’t something I want to do.
Moments go by when I think she may have fallen into a quick sleep, when I hear her mutter, “I’m ready for round two when you are.”