Page 19 of Forbidden Pregnancy
“Because we’re attracted to each other,” I interrupt.
Myra shakes her head as if she’s completely stunned by the concept that we might be attracted to each other. The head of my cock slides along Myra’s slit and I can feel just how wet her pussy really gets from the way I kiss and touch her.
“I’m not attracted to you.”
“Okay,” I whisper. “Then close your eyes and think of Denzel Washington while I enjoy your sweet ass pussy, because I missed you.”
“Shut up,” she whispers. “We can’t do this, Michael. We can’t do this right now and we can’t do this ever. CC made a mistake and she might need therapy.”
I laugh.
“What the hell is so funny?”
“CC definitely needs therapy. This isn’t about that, teacher. You’re right here. You’re in my bed. I already fucked you once and I’m going to fuck you again. Right now.”
Myra whimpers in protest again, but I kiss her to stop her from saying anything that pushes me away. My cock slides against her entrance again and I feel just how goddamn wet Myra is again. I need her and I slide a little bit inside her with a slight push. Myra moans exactly the way she did the first time I had her. The sound she makes nearly causes me to cum on the spot.
“Shhh,” I whisper. “Don’t move, teacher. Just admit that you want my dick inside you…”
“I don’t,” Myra gasps as her nails sink into my biceps and her body contradicts her words. She squeezes my arm and pulls me closer to her. My cock slides another inch inside her. I don’t know how I’ll stop myself if she changes her mind and pushes me away from her.
I have to use this opportunity to remind her that I make her feel good in a way no man ever had before. I had Myra in my bed twelve years ago and it hurts to think that there could have been other men between her legs in all the time we’ve been apart.
“Why not?” I ask her as jealous pangs yank at my chest. “Do you have another boyfriend? Is there someone you need me to kill?”
“Michael…”
“Name every man that you’ve been with since the last time you had my cock.”
“I’m not going to answer that question,” Myra answers. I don’t want to admit that I don’t care. I’m going to have her right now.
“Good,” I murmur, kissing her neck. “That means you’re all mine.”
Sucking on a large amount of Myra’s flesh, I slide every inch of my cock inside her, pushing my cum all the way to the back of Myra’s pussy. She’s so fucking tight. I don’t know why she can’t get pregnant, but it just makes me want to fuck her harder…and harder.
“I missed you,” I growl at her, loathing that I can barely get Myra to admit that she has feelings for me now. But she must. I know she must because everything that happened between the two of us twelve years ago was real.
She’s the only woman I ever loved and I will never let Myra go again.
Her pussy clamps down around me as I bury myself inside her pussy to the hilt. After all this time apart, I have no desire to move my cock even an inch out of her soaking tightness. My dick was made for this woman’s pussy. I knew the first time I entered her twelve years ago.
I still hold tightly to every last memory of having Myra in my bed. I never thought I would have her again. With my dick this deep inside her after all the time that’s passed between us, I crave nothing more than staying right here planted between Myra’s soft, firm legs.
“I want you,” I murmur as I press my nose into her neck. “I want you so badly it hurts, Myra…”
“No…”
“Let me cum in you again…”
She pushes against my biceps, her resistance only fueling my desire for her. She can’t fake her body’s reactions to my cock, no matter how hard she tries. Myra gushes all over my dick as I thrust inside her and her pussy convulses around my dick with so much force that I almost cum without any movement at all.
“Michael, we can’t do this,” she breathes, her frustration with me only getting my dick harder as the nostalgia of all our past arguments draws out all the past emotions that I never bothered resolving. She ruined all other women for me. I can’t let her get away from me again.
I silence Myra’s protests with soft kisses until she kisses me back. Once I have her pliable and accepting of more physical demonstrations of my love, I move my hips. My first thrusts are slow and deep, hitting the furthest walls of Myra’s pussy and making it hard for her to maintain her forced, stoic silence as I make love to her.
The first sexy moan from her lips stiffens my dick and I nearly cum inside her. Myra’s guilt and her constant need to prove to some invisible force that she loathes me draw her into silence after the first moan escapes. I won’t let her off the hook this easily…
My fingers slide between her legs and I tease Myra’s clit until she emits an involuntary moan. She bites down on her lower lip as if she can take the sound back, but it’s too late. I know I touched her sweet spot and I know she wants more.
