Page 41 of Forbidden Pregnancy
At this point, I would say absolutely anything to get this woman into bed with me. But the way she pushes against me and fights her obvious lust for me is most of the reason why. Myra might be the smart type of woman who thinks she knows everything, but I want to prove to her that in this arena, in matters of the heart… maybe she should leave it all up to me.
Myra’s hands brace against my chest.
“Michael. You are…notmy type.”
I laugh. “I’m hot. Of course I’m your type.”
She squirms even more, allowing her deliciously fluffy ass cheeks to sink into my palms. Myra pushes me to challenge her even more as she excites my natural competitive spirit.
“I prefer a man with substance.”
“I have plenty of substance.”
Whatever she means by that.
“And it doesn’t take substance to make you cum,” I whisper, kissing Myra’s neck and drawing her out of her intellectual space and into the physical. This woman lives entirely in her head, which makes her downright alien to me, but also prompts me to draw her soul out through her incredibly sexy body. Myra is my type in every sense of the word.
“Michael,” Myra’s voice strains as she says my name. My body responds to hers. How can she think there’s no substance to how I feel about her?
“Do you really think I sat through all these lessons just to sleep with you? It’s not hard to get a woman into bed for me, Myra…”
“That’s not as sexy as you think it is.”
“I’m here because I like you. You’re smart. Sexy. And you care about my younger sister…”
She returns my kisses this time instead of her insistent resistance. I love the way she feels beneath my grasp. The way her body responds to my touch. I can’t let her get away.
“Let me have you,” I whisper. “You will always remember this Myra. I promise.”
She whimpers as I kiss her neck, intentionally tempting her. She knows that she wants this and I’m ready for her to stop resisting. I spread her legs with my fingers, touching the soft treasure at the apex of Myra’s thighs with gentle precision. I’ll have her take my finger first and once she accepts my index finger deep inside her tightness and proves to me that she can handle cumming all over it, I’ll give her something bigger.
Something that will drag Myra out of her head and force her to experience all the pleasure that her body can handle. You don’t need to be a deep thinker to feel – and Myra is desperately close to understanding that. Her thighs spread apart as I touch her clit, desperately massaging her awake and getting her even slicker for my finger’s entry.
Myra shudders as she senses my finger getting closer to her entrance, but she doesn’t move away from me this time as I tease her opening. Her tension unravels as my finger moves in slow circles. Myra moans as my finger slides inside her. I can almost feel her rationalizing to herself that this isn’treallyfucking, even if it’s obvious this will only add to the intimacy between us.
Her pussy clamps down around my finger as I enter her, massaging her inner walls as I take in the depth and tightness of Myra’s soaking wet flower. Fuck. Touching her pussy like this gets me insanely hard. She’s so tight. I don’t feel like I broke anything when I entered her, and she doesn’t sound at all like she’s in pain. I push my finger deeper inside Myra’s tightness and force her to moan. Force her to accept that this feels good.
“If you like one finger, imagine how much you’ll enjoy my dick.”
Myra moans as I push all the way inside her. A gush of juices squirts around her finger, coating me in her juices and making it almost impossible to express any patience with getting my dick inside her. She isn’t fighting me anymore. My finger spreads Myra open and fills her with enough pleasure that she’s at least curious about what might be possible.
Fucking her with one finger makes her compliant, but two fingers will make her scream. I press a second finger against Myra’s entrance to prepare her for more. Her hips buck against my finger. She can’t anticipate what’s next and considering how tight her pussy feels around one finger, a second one might hurt.
Her hips stop moving when I enter her with my second finger slowly. The additional pressure from two firm fingers spreading her open stops Myra from gyrating her hips as she nervously prepares for the unknown sensation between her legs. I can sense her nervousness from her whimpering and squirming away from me, which she wasn’t doing before.
We are far beyond the point of no return. I thrust my second finger all the way inside Myra and then clamp down on her mouth with my lips so her scream doesn’t echo across the apple orchards. Two fingers might be a tight squeeze, but it gets Myra instantly and incredibly wet. Her juices soak my fingers and dribble down my hand in a thick, creamy puddle of her pleasure. All this before she feels my dick inside her.
My excitement and recklessness heighten.
“You have the wettest pussy I’ve ever touched in my life,” I groan, planting my lips on Myra’s neck and sucking on her flesh until she cries out in absolute pleasure. I want her to feel so good that she forgets how much it hurts to have her pussy spread open for the first time. All the lubrication will help.
“Let me make you cum, virgin…”
She cries out again as my fingers move furiously between Myra’s legs, pushing her very close to an intense orgasm with very little friction. Her desperate movements to escape me only heighten Myra’s pleasure. I feel the tight elastic walls of her pussy clamping around my finger as she inadvertently draws herself closer to a climax.
Her body moves instinctively towards pleasure despite her distress. I plant soft kisses on her neck while I finger fuck her, allowing Myra’s hips to move and guide her towards a climax with each thrust. I notice which parts of her inner walls she enjoys my touching the most and when I feel her getting closer to a climax while losing the energy to pleasure herself, I use my fingers to push her to the edge.
“Cum for me, baby,” I murmur. “Just let go…”
