Page 17 of Forbidden Pregnancy
“Don’t lie to me, Myra!” Michael bellows. I still can’t make out his facial features in the darkness. There’s just his jawline growing slightly sharper as my eyes adjust. He moves his free hand from my exposed wetness all the way up to my neck and that sad little whimper emerges again as I remain fully powerless to Michael’s attack, which he naturally views as self defense.
His palm curls around my neck, but he doesn’t squeeze.
“Why did you need my cum?” he growls. I shiver with terror, but there’s also a pulse of rage from witnessing Michael have so much conviction in his delusions.
“I don’t need your cum. I didn’t do this!” I growl, lobbing one more kick at the general area of his nuts, just in case I get lucky.I’m not done fighting.I hit Michael’s thigh, but I don’t cause further damage to anything aside from his ego.
Unfortunately, this proves to be a huge mistake.
“You lying brat…” he snarls, spreading my thighs apart and tightening his control over my wrists as his fingers prepare to search me for more of his cum. I shudder and squeeze my eyes shut, even if I can’t see a damn thing in the dark room anyways. Michael rubs my entrance, forcing me to acknowledge that he’s right about the soaking wetness between my thighs. It’s not enough for me to feel how wet I am.
He slides a finger inside mehard.I cry out as the firstthingto enter me in years slides all the way inside me and Michael hooks his finger before swirling it around as he continues his search for “evidence”.
“It’s my cum,” he growls into my ear as I whimper in terror. “I’m just getting it back…”
It doesn’t hurt. This would be so much easier if it hurt.
Instead, Michael moves his head between my legs and his tongue spreads me open and the wetness inside me immediately gushes out. My stomach flutters with the dark realization that part of his accusation holds truth to it. There’s something unfamiliar and warm soaking my entrance, now getting pushed around by Michael’s tongue.
I let out a loud yelp as Michael hits my sweet spot and then moves his tongue around purposefully. He pulls away from me just as I emit the most unwilling gasp, as if he already wants to revel in breaking me.
“You have my cum inside you.”
“And you… just… tasted it…” I gasp, trying my best to sound judgmental, but instead coming across as breathlessly horny. That can’t be my voice right now because I am not at all turned on by Michael having his tongue between my legs.
I don’t care that his tongue reminds me of the first time I ever experienced a man between my legs like that — with none other than the same beast now pinning me to his bed and accusing me of drugging him. Like I would ever do something that crazy. Like I wasn’t the one who finally hauled ass away from his disrespect.
“I can taste your pussy whenever I want,” Michael growls. “If you’re going to drug me just to get my cum inside you, I’ll take whatever pleasure I feel…”
Before I can respond, Michael flattens his tongue and gives me a slow, possessive lick from the soft top of my exposed clit all the way down to my puckered back door where he stops and then slides his tongue past the tight elastic back door and he tastes me like he owns this part of me.
He doesn’t own me at all. My feet jerk out against Michael’s shoulders in an effort to push him away that only ends up spreading me more for him.
“Good,” he murmurs as he smacks his lips and moves on to french kissing my pussy. “Spread those legs, Myra. I missed that sweet ass pussy…”
His tongue goes so deep inside me after that, removing any doubt that Michael misses me. The energy flows from his lips and he remembers every damn thing that makes me feel good because my unwilling gasps turn into moans and I can feel my body approaching an intense orgasm.
“Fuck…” I moan as Michael’s tongue slides around my clit in a smooth circle, pushing me past the point of no return and forcing me to cum hard all over his face. I cry out after I swear as Michael sucks on my pussy lips and forces me to erupt in a juicy climax. Dribbling wetness bursts from me as Michael holds my legs open and exposed.
“Tell me the truth,” he growls. “Did you drug me?”
“No. Why the hell would I do that?”
“Because you missed me.”
But I didn’t miss him. I wasn’t thinking about him at all. That’s what makes Michael’s reappearance in my life so downright jarring. I healed from him. I left him in the past… and I never thought I would see this man again. I’m not the kind of woman who lingers on what could have been. It wasn’t and it won’t be because over the past twelve years, neither of us have changed.
“I didn’t miss you at all.”
I want my voice to sound cold, but instead, I choke up. What the hell is wrong with me? I mean every word I just said. I haven’t thought about Michael. But something about the way I say those words makes me sound like I’m aching for him.
“You could get pregnant from this,” he says. “Whoever pulled this stunt knows that.”
“Yeah.”
My stomach tightens in a concerned knot. I remember one more person from last night.
“CC,” I whisper idly, but her name catches on the same loose thread in Michael’s mind. I feel his body freezing over mine, immediately tensing up as I mention the younger sister he’s spent his entire life fighting and protecting depending on the shifting tides.
