Page 20 of Forbidden Pregnancy
“I knew you missed me,” I murmur.
“I didn’t.”
She’s such a liar.
“Really?” I whisper. “This doesn’t make you think of the first time we kissed? When you told me all about that old book…”
I don’t want her to answer me. I just want her to feel how good my big Italian cock makes her feel. Pinning her down by the wrists forces Myra to strictly focus on the pleasure she feels as I pump my dick between her legs. I know she remembers how I made her feel. With one hand teasing her clit and the other holding her down, I watch my dick disappear between Myra’s lips and give in to the deeply arousing sensation of her tight pussy gripping my dick as it vanishes inside her.
She’s taking every last inch of me and I have free reign to cum inside her pussy again…
“You feel so fucking good…” I groan, pumping deeper than before inside Myra. She moans so loudly that I start to feel myself losing control over my teasing, slow pace. I rub her clit in smooth circles at the slowest pace I can handle while I increase my pace between Myra’s legs.
I can’t hold back much longer and Ineedto feel her…
Her moans only make me want to cum faster. Our bodies move together and it’s clear that I’m not the only one making love to her after a few minutes of us moving together and my hips smacking loudly against Myra’s while I pound her into the bed.
The juicy gushing and loud wet slapping between her legs tell me everything… She’s close.
“Cum for me, Myra…” I murmur as I nibble on her earlobe and slow down my thrusts between her legs to take her slow and deep again.
Her thighs wrap around me unconsciously as she gets closer. I keep touching her clit as I take her pussy with slow thrusts and when she gets close to the edge, all it takes is adding my lips on her neck to push Myra over the edge. The sound she makes when she cums drives me absolutely fucking wild.
I fuck her harder as I take her in my bed, recklessly indifferent to either of our circumstances as I take my pleasure from her. My hips pump into her faster as I reach my own climax. We’re going to cum at the same time, I can feel it. My hands cup Myra’s ass cheeks and I draw her against me as I thrust into her the last few times with deep strokes until my balls tighten against my body and I erupt inside her.
Fuck.
I haven’t cum that hard in years. Possibly ever. My seed bursts forth from the tip of my cock, coating Myra’s soaking tightness with another hot load.She can’t get pregnant.A lurch of disappointment surges in my chest… along with a terrifying thought.
But what if she’s wrong? What if she can? How does Myra evenknow?
I’ll have to keep her. If I get this woman pregnant, I’m never letting her out of my sight. I don’t care what she thinks or what dad thinks… I won’t screw up my chances with her again.
Chapter Nine
Myra
12 years ago
Last week, I saw some humanity in Michael for the first time since I started tutoring his sister Cosima. There’s something going on with that family, but they pay me not to ask any questions and I signed an NDA not to talk to anyone about anything I see in that mansion. I’m still doing cartwheels internally from the first edition copy ofThe Song of Solomonhe gave me from the library.
I can’t believe a masked stranger hasn’t shown up at my house to accuse me of stealing it and to snatch it back from me. Michael’s generosity and his gentleness the rest of the afternoon might actually be warming me up to him. Weird.
This week, I feel strangely nervous about what to wear to the lesson. I don’t normally fuss about my makeup or outfits. Idefinitelywon’t ever obey Michael’s crass command to wear something low-cut. After agonizing over my wardrobe, I find a modest mustard yellow maxi-dress with small red flowers all over it and a high neckline that covers everything. The dress haslong, flowing sleeves and after a thorough check in front of my full body mirror, I ensure it isn’t see-through.
I don’t want to give Michael any ideas.
When I arrive at the mansion, I can tell he’s been fighting with Cosima, even if they’re both quiet when I enter the library school room. Her eyes are red like she’s been crying. Michael leans back with a brooding scowl on his face, staring at the bookshelves and only perking up a little when I enter the room.
“Straighten your back,” Michael says to Cosima. “Myra’s here for your lessons.”
Cosima gives her brother a vicious glare. The two of them seem already at each other’s throats and the work here hasn’t started. I want to stay out of their conflict, but if Michael raises his voice at her, I won’t be able to control myself.
For now, Cosima doesn’t complain. She straightens her back.
“I’ll cancel your riding lesson if you continue this tantrum,” Michael grunts.
To cancel out his grumpy attitude, I smile warmly at Cosima and introduce the lesson for today with the structure and warmth that she clearly needs. She’s a smart girl. I know there are secrets in this house getting in the way of her openness towards learning.
