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 fuckingmine. 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.
