Page 55 of Forbidden Pregnancy
Myra moans loudly, her pussy tightening around my cock as she emits that unwilling sound of pleasure.
“I want to put a baby in you so bad,” I whisper, running my tongue along Myra’s neck and biting on her flesh as I pump my cock into her harder. Biting her doesn’t just make her moan, Myra’s pussy gushes around my dick and forces me to drive into her harder… and faster.
I’m getting close already and desperate for Myra to have another climax around my dick before I release inside of her. I need her eager and pliable for a thick helping of my baby batter… My thumb moves slowly over Myra’s clit as I massage her to the edge. She can’t resist how good my fingers feel alongside my big cock stretching out her tight little hole.
Her body gyrates against my hand as she helps fuck herself to an intense climax. I kiss her neck and praise her softly as she cums all over my dick.
“Good girl,” I whisper. “Good girl…”
She moans loudly after I whisper those two words in her ear. Her pussy grips my dick so forcefully that I can no longer fight the urge to pump my seed between her legs. I tighten my grasp on her wrists as I spiral out of control, nothing more than my instincts to erupt between a woman’s legs.
A spark explodes between us and my hips move forward with one last thrust. I throw my body weight forward, pushing Myra deeper into the bed as my cock touches the very back walls of her pussy and I release an enormous load of my seed inside her. Holy fuck, it feels good. Everything about this, especially the risk of knocking Myra up and keeping her in my life forever just feels right.
I never want this to end. My dick jerks a few more times, releasing even more cum than I expected. My body craves this woman more than I realized. Slowly, I let myself come down off the high, even if it feels like I crash landed into this spent state. Myra releases enough control over the situation to kiss me and draw me back into the moment.
Every time we sleep together, it’s special. That’s new for me – and everything here is new for her.
I don’t want to slide out of her, but I must for us to sleep and better yet, hold each other. She’s the best thing to happen to me ever since this shitshow situation with Flora and Cosima’s separation. Myra is a light in my life and it’s impossible for me to imagine a world without her in it already. For the first time in years, I can see my future.
And I don’t want anything to split us apart.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Myra
Twelve Years Ago
Michael and I have gone on five dates. Each date ends with a night at the Four Seasons. I have to stay up all night studying to make up for the time I spend on our dates, but it’s worth it. He might have a crazy family, but Michael has been a total gentleman. I assumed our first date would be terrible, but baseball was the perfect place for us to connect and reminded me of a much more relaxed time in my life.
Grad school has been sucking the life out of me and Michael is a breath of fresh air. If I could meet my younger self for coffee, I would tell her that it’s absolutely worth it to wait until twenty-six to lose your virginity if you end up with a guy like Michael who makes you cum multiple times every time you have sex.
Michael: Meet up tonight?
His text message nearly knocks me off the couch. My hair is in a tangled ass mess, and my essay on French literary comparisonsounds like garbled nonsense. My professor will totally call me out for recycling the same points in the first paragraph and the fourteenth. My head hurts.
Maybe I need a distraction. But Michael doesn’t normally text me on Sundays. He’s made it pretty clear in the past that he stays busy with his family on Sundays, but maybe this just means we’re moving our relationship forward. I don’t really know, since we don’t technically have a label on things aside from “dating”.
Me: Sure.
Michael: 9 p.m. Horseheads Pub
Weird. Michael’s never suggested we meet up at a bar before. Maybe he’s out with his friends. People who have the money to pay for grad school out of pocket spend their weekends slumming it in the bars around here, but I don’t have the time or the funds to go out on the weekends. I use all my money from tutoring to go towards my rent, food, or education. Nothing fancy.
Me: Do I have to dress up?
Michael: Something sexy.
Not exactly out of character for Michael, but definitely kind of weird. I don’t respond for a few minutes as I try to think about something witty. I’ll save it for when I see him in person – and remind Michael not to treat me like a piece of meat.
I don’t know why I feel so strangely confident with Michael so quickly. I guess the six months or so I’ve gotten to know Cosima have made me comfortable around him. There’s no explanation for my emotions. I just want to chase the feeling.
My motivation to get my work done increases. I put my headphones on and get that essay done so I can find “something sexy” to wear to go to this pub. I don’t know what Michael considers to be sexy, honestly. Maybe a pair of tight black jeans and a flowing top with soft, silky fabric. I want to cover up my boobs to avoid any comments from strangers during my commute.
When I get my rideshare confirmed, I text Michael that I’m on the way.
Michael: Hurry cherry pie. Can’t wait to see you in that sexy thong.
Again, I feel weird about the text. Cherry pie? Michael didn’t mention that he was pregaming our date, but it sounds like he’s had a few too many to start off with. Everything about our meeting tonight is so weird… But I guess I could stand to be a bit more spontaneous, right? I’m already doing something outside the box by dating a crazy rich white man.
