MEREDITH: I nearly protested when he started touching me. I wanted to tell him that I was tired and didn't mind pleasuring him orally. I couldn't handle another orgasm. That's what I thought. But he silenced me with his actions. I had never been touched or explored like this before. With precision. Patience. Speed. He let go of the vibrator, opting to use his own hands. A piece of toy wasn't satisfactory for what he wanted me to feel. His eyes remained on me as he quickly removed his suit pants and briefs, then shed his jacket and shirt, standing completely naked before me. I was painfully aroused even though I had just experienced the best orgasm of my life seconds ago. I ducked my head shyly, my cheeks flushing at the sight. I knew he could see my reaction because we were in the brightly illuminated part of the room. Partly embarrassed that I was enjoying every moment of this night instead of resisting. Questions crossed my mind, but I wouldn't initiate them until this was over. M
MILES: Meredith’s eyes had turned darker, the hunger there clearly evident. I ran my cock up and down her wetness, coating the tip with her cream. Her body trembled underneath me. My desire grew with anticipation and growing ecstasy. Grasping her hip with one hand, I wrapped my other hand around her thigh as I thrust slowly inside, filling her completely. But as soon as I was inside, I gasped, my eyes widening as darkness fell upon me. Damn! Withholding was the fastest way to enjoy desire. It was such a perfect moment. I began to thrust in and out, with Meredith wriggling in pleasure. I didn't put in my full length, as I wanted to be careful not to hurt her. Her voice was a melody to my ears, and her eyes radiated lust. “Miles,” she whispered. “Yes, baby?” Deeper and deeper I went until I was buried to the hilt, with Meredith shrieking. Mercilessly, I pounded her, and in no time, my pleasure built. “Look at yourself in the mirror. Watch those beautiful breasts of yours bounce,” I
MEREDITH: Miles had improved my mood significantly by changing my outfit into brown furry shorts and a beige t-shirt with brown flip-flops. I felt more comfortable, appreciating his attention to detail, much like his care after sex. Despite feeling a bit sticky from the aftermath, I knew I'd clean up later. When Miles whispered his suggestive words, I couldn't help but melt. However, I was still irritated by the server hitting on him. Call me petty, but I couldn't shake off my territorial instincts. Placing his card back into his pocket, I watched as he grabbed the rest of our order. “Here's something for you, Olive,” he said, tipping the girl a generous amount. I had no issue with Miles' generosity. The girl blushed and accepted the money. “See you around, Olive,” I said with a smile, playfully grabbing Miles's behind as we left. As most of the guards started enjoying their coffees, they gave us a small bow when they saw us. “You don't only take care of me, but my men too. How lu
MILES: “Hey. Hey. I am here with you. I am here,” I repeated as she continued to wail. There was something she wasn't telling, and I could see that she wasn't ready to. That was okay. For as long as she needs to grow to trust me, I will be patient. “I am sorry. I probably look like an idiot for doing this.” “Shhh. You can cry all you want. You will still look lovely to me. After all, your makeup has been worn off for a long time.” I ran my hand up and down her shoulders, trying to comfort her. Her cries began to die down, making me feel better. This was what they call a breakdown. My baby was battling with it a lot, and she couldn't even trust me enough to express herself. She cleaned her eyes with the back of her palm, hiccupping. “Christian is, or safe to say, was my brother.” “Was?” “Yes. I can't find him. He left home to pitch an idea to someone, as he didn't want to ruin the surprise by telling me. He never came home." “Were the police involved?” “Yes. I had to involve a p
MEREDITH: Talk about a man who plans a vacation in the middle of the road after a night of intimacy, and the name Miles Pierce shows up. I couldn't even argue with him when he announced that we were going away on a vacation. Even though I nagged him about not giving me prior notice and discussing things with me, the man simply told me to sit still and enjoy my princess treatment. I took his advice anyway. We packed up and flew off in his private plane, with him tucking me in after my episode of flight fear. I slept throughout the flight. Miles didn't tell me where we were headed, and we didn't go through the rigorous airport inspection process. Damn! There were perks to wealth and power, and having everything at your disposal was at the top of that list. Here we are, four days later, in one of his luxurious, comfy apartments in Switzerland. I haven't been able to explore much since we spent time in every corner of the house. I wanted Miles to properly rest too. I remember us mentio
MILES: Emerging from the bathroom to meet a whole different Meredith made my hand itch to touch her and my dick pulse to have her all over again. That dress, the color, and her light makeup were radiating. She had woken me up with butterfly kisses all over my face, reminding me just how much she loved me. The gown gave her a sculpted figure which was twine-thin. Her waist was tapered and her complexion simmered. A pair of arched eyebrows looked down on the sweeping eyelashes. Her delicate ears framed a button nose. A set of dazzling, angel-white teeth gleamed as she smiled at me. It was mesmerizing to see her flowing, moon-shadow-black hair cascade down her shoulder. Her enticing, constellation-hazel eyes gazed at me over her puffy, heart-shaped lips. Her lips tasted strawberry-sweet when I kissed her. All that mattered was making today memorable for her, I thought to myself. I zoned off after getting dressed, unable to resist the chance to appreciate how far she had come with her w
MEREDITH: Miles, tired of my endless shopping spree, went to sit since he was tired of moving from one aisle to the other. I promised him that it was the final one. I had gone searching for chocolate bars to end our now-filled carts. Successfully, I got the last one off the top shelf. Exhaling, I tossed it into the cart and began to wheel it to the cashier when a coconut snack caught my eye. I giggled within, knowing how giving this to Miles would make up for all the stress. Whoever arranged these shelves must be tall because he or she showed no mercy in putting up items on the uppermost part of this shelf. Another struggle to get it down. There was no support to help me with getting up there. Even the heels were useless. I began to jump, trying to knock it over. A first attempt failed. Another one and another one until the fifth time, which already had me panting from the unplanned exercise. The bag fell over with me stumbling to catch it, so it wouldn't shatter. My movement led to
MEREDITH: Alan averted his gaze, looking everywhere but at us. From behind, his girlfriend, with her extravagant makeup and attire, emerged. Clasping her arms over Alan's arm, “We meet again. Hi, you two,” she greeted us with a fake smile that made the Botox on her face obvious. She couldn't even properly smile. “Hold your man and keep him on a leash. If he misbehaves next time, I might be forced to throw a punch,” Miles warned her without returning her cocky greetings. “What is this about?” she asked. “I don't know. You ask him.” Louis darted her eyes between Miles, myself, and Alan. Maybe her brain was working backward, or she had gone deaf. “Your stomach doesn't seem to be growing. What happened? Don't tell me you lost the baby. I have geared myself to become a doting aunty,” she mocked, an arrogant scowl twinkling on her face. Miles soon wiped it off her face with his response. “We definitely won't invite you to anything that has to do with our little angel. I don't want my k