"I think I'd become content believing I'd never know who my biological parents were and now that I have both of their names, I can't even fathom getting to know them."
I take her hand in mine and draw it to my lips before kissing gently. “There's no pressure to do anything. We can leave right now, fly back to Lonestar Junction and act like this neverhappened. You can continue with your career, and we can get married someday without ever acknowledging this if you wish. But if this is something you still want, to have some answers about who your biological parents are, I’ll be right there every day, writing to my parents’ address from Lonestar Junction while you’re writing to me from LA. In a weird way, it’ll be like reliving our past pen pal relationship but from opposite locations.”
She smiles, “Should you go to my old bedroom at my parents' house to write every day since I’ll be writing you from your childhood bedroom?”
I grin, “Ya know… there were some other things I used to do in this old room if you want to relive them.”
She squeals as I flip her over on to her back and pin her arms over her head.
"Is it too weird to live out fantasies that I've always had about you writing in this room?"
I arch a brow, grinding my hips downward into her pelvis. She releases a moan, the sound going straight to my cock that hardens painfully against my zipper.
"Tell me about them while I undress you."
I unzip her shorts, pull them from her waist and flick my wrist, tearing her panties from her body and revealing that soaking, wet pussy I’ve been missing.
"I've always imagined you with blonde, shaggy hair sitting at that desk in the corner using a mechanical pencil to write."
I pull my cock out of my boxers and stroke it twice before notching it in her opening. "I'll buy a blonde wig."
She snickers, "I like your buzz cut better." She lifts her hips, grinding into my glistening tip and panting. I drag the crown of my cock across her opening, coating it in her juices then swirl it around her clit, teasing her gently.
"Why was I writing to you with a mechanical pencil? That's oddly specific."
She shrugs, her hands reaching for my hips as she works to pull me closer.
"Don't touch or I'm going to tie you down," I warn her.
She groans as her hands go overhead again and I line myself back up at her slit.
"Tell me the reality of what we have is better than your fantasies." I’m teasing her now, and my balls are aching to release inside of her wetness, but I need to hear her say it.
She nods her head, "It's so much better."
I smirk as I thrust firmly inside of her, stretching her wide as she clenches down around me. “You want to act out what I imagined when I was sitting at that desk?” I pull out and press back in forcefully.
“Yes,” she moans, her hands reach up for my hips despite my stern warning. I pull out completely and take her wrists into mine, helping her to stand on her feet.
“Bend over the desk and spread your legs.”
She does as I instructed, her ass pointed upwards at me as I massage each cheek before lining myself back up at her entry again. “Stay still now.”
I buck my hips forward, planting myself to the root inside of her heady heat. One hand steadies her hips while the other presses into her back then threads through her hair, tugging gently. “Good girl. You look so pretty like this stretched all around me taking you from behind.”
“Yes…Dallas, I need more,” she moans, so I give her more. Fucking her repeatedly and on every surface in my childhood bedroom where I first met her through her writing. Once we’re finished, I hold her in my bed and listen to her share her plans for what she’ll do next.
“I promise I’ll support you through it all.”
She turns her face upward, kissing my lips gently. “I know.”
Chapter 32 – Paloma
One month later…
“What’s your plan for today?” Ms. Golden asks as she enters the kitchen where I’m staring out one of the large windows that overlooks the Santa Monica skyline while sipping my morning coffee.
I smile, “Good morning Ms. Golden. Today I’m going to meet Brandy’s mother.”
