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
MILES: Meredith allowing me to relax a bit was sweet. When I couldn't bear the distance, I stood, going searching for her. From the corner where I stood, I saw the altercation between her and her ex. It was visible that there was a commotion between them, but I still got jealous. Maybe she had agreed to see him, that was why she insisted on coming here. Right? That was a stupid thought caused by jealousy. Bearing the thought of separating from her would be impossible. Anyway, I didn't do much stepping in because I decided to watch to see how she handled things. She handled the situation very well, clarifying that it was over between them. I should be happy that my girl was decisive. Why did I feel incomplete, jealous, and angry? Why was her closeness to Alan and the way he stared at her a trigger that made me want to hurt someone? Why did my nails cutting into her flesh arouse me? Most of all, when she did not pull away or complain about what I was doing, I was pleased. I didn't wan
MILES: Again, we locked eyes across the table, everything around us fading away as if we existed in our own universe, lost in the depths of each other’s eyes. I could feel her desire, a calm, gentle, controlled longing to escape forever into that universe where our love was undeniable, or perhaps feared. Barely noticing my chef as he placed the first course between us—a simple plate of fruit and cheese—I watched her eat, marveling at the heat that came from simply watching her take each bite. Her face was amazingly expressive, taking every bite with precision as if tasting for the first time. She gazed at me over her glass as she sipped her wine, slipping a grape between her lips, smiling coyly as her teeth crushed the skin, juices exploding into her mouth. Excesses streamed down the left corner of her mouth, and Meredith licked it clean with one swirl of her tongue before reaching for a strawberry. Deliberately snatching it just as her fingertip touched the red fruit, I grinned as
MEREDITH: What better way to end a day of great happiness, fun, and being spoiled than making love under the moonlight? Miles, lost in admiration, occasionally grabbed my ass over and over, not minding that I kept stepping on his legs. I struggled to keep up with the beat of the slow music playing in the background, filled with desire as I began to grind against him. The alcohol was shooting straight to my head and pussy, making me horny. I wasn't drunk, just tipsy, and I wanted to let loose. I knew he could be trusted. Honestly, I didn't care what he did with my body because I had given it to him a long time ago. Between the romance, my mind went to the thousands of gifts I had to open later on. This man knew my love language. He went all out to spoil me. Twenty-four was going to be a memorable year for me because of him. I devoured his mouth, kissing him as if my life depended on it. He caught on quickly and carried me up, my legs wrapped around his waist and our mouths entangled
MEREDITH:With one powerful thrust, Miles rammed into me. When I struggled to move away, he held my hips, steadying himself without moving. My breathing quickened, causing me to hyperventilate. I doubted I would ever get used to his dick; it always felt like the first time."Sorry, baby," he moaned as he pulled out. This time, he unhurriedly entered me. Miles was deep but less brutal, continuing the same pattern with a slight caressing of my clit. Soon, I began to grind against him, moving back and pushing forward to meet him halfway."Baby? Uhh…fuck me," I shamelessly begged in my head.He did just what I asked, pounding and ramming without mercy. Again, my breathing heightened, and my moans grew louder. Miles stopped again, frustrating me. He only chuckled when he noticed my disappointment.He instantly slapped his dick against my ass crack. I tensed, fearing my denial. Bit by bit, he entered my ass, rubbing my pussy at the same time.I gripped the edges of the lounger, digging my na