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 goingto 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.
