Page 18 of Forbidden Pregnancy
“What about her?”
“Last night. Do you think she could have done this?”
It’s Michael’s turn to drop an f-bomb. It’s true, isn’t it? Cosima Corsini, for some fucked up reason, pushed the two of us together.
Chapter Eight
Michael
Once Myra says my sister’s name, the truth hits me like it was thrown straight at my head by Buffalo’s hero quarterback Josh Allen himself. I mutter the words out loud and I know it’s true. I stop both of us from thinking by rolling Myra onto her back and kissing her. If I have to stop and think about what the hell CC has done this time, I’ll lose my mind. I’d rather experience pleasure between Myra’s thighs one last time if I’m going to spend the rest of my life in prison for murdering my younger sister…
Myra’s lips fight against mine as I first press against hers. She squirms beneath my grasp and I hold her wrists tightly over her head as I indulge myself in kissing her. My heart races out of control and everything about holding her now reminds me of the first time I kissed her all those years ago… before dad sold that old house to Peter and moved to the new estate.
I still can’t go into some of the rooms in that house without thinking of Myra and how badly I screwed up letting this woman get away from me.
I don’t care about my father’s warnings. I’ll never let this happen to me again. I’ll never lose this woman now that I have her in my grasp.
I already fucked her once. It doesn’t matter that neither of us remembers. I’ll do it again right now and there’s nothing either of us can do to stop the potential consequences of this. When I pull away from Myra, there’s one last desperate look on her face as if she can read my mind and doesn’t like the story.
“I already fucked you once.”
“Michael…no.”
She still has that insanely sexy first-grade teacher voice and even more importantly than that, I still have Myra soaking wet beneath me. I want to put my dick inside her so fucking badly.
“I have to do it,” I murmur, pressing my nose against Myra’s neck and taking an insanely deep whiff of her scent. I want to capture this scent in my memory forever. Myra squirms and tries to push me away from her, but the movement against my body just gets my dick harder.
“No,” Myra says again in a firm voice. “Michael, we can’t do this. I could get pregnant.”
“Why?” I murmur. “You don’t want to get pregnant?”
Myra chokes out a sound that’s like an anguished sob.
“I can’t get pregnant.”
I don’t know how I feel about that, but I don’t want to talk about the future, the past, or anything. My dick just needs to feel Myra’s warm, tight sheath clamped around it. I crave Myra’s softness.
“Okay,” I whisper. “Even better to cum inside you, then.”
She whimpers with obvious pleasure as I kiss her neck again. Myra turns her face away from me to give me access to her neck. The head of my cock presses against her entrance and my excitement mounts.
“Tell me how much you missed me, teacher…”
“Be quiet, Michael,” she says sternly. “And take your dick away from me.”
“I’m not going to do that, Myra.”
“Why not?” she says. “I can’t have babies and we can’t be together. We’re both too old and grown for games.”
“Then why did you end up drugged in my bed?” I ask her, moving my hips to press the head of my cock against Myra’s entrance again. She bites her lips and avoids answering me. I push inside her, threatening to move the head of my cock deeper inside Myra if she doesn’t answer my question.
“Michael!” Myra gasps, pulling her hips away from the head of my dick.
“What?” I growl. “Answer me.”
Myra gets me so hard that I don’t know how she expects my cock to soften without entering her soaking hot entrance. I kiss her neck again as Myra whimpers and pulls away from me to finally answer my question.
“I’m here because CC did something messed up to us and I don’t know how she got us to do the other thing–”
