Page 52 of Forbidden Property
I threatened to fuck her in the ass with a wine bottle and she still couldn’t tell me that she loved me. The truth I didn’t want to see – she has no feelings for me. I should have stayed cold and withdrawn. I should have kept calling her ‘mop girl’. I should have kept my feelings to myself.
My limbs sink into the bed with heaviness I don’t recognize. There’s too much emotion in my body for me to lie awake with it. I can’t stand the intensity of what I feel. My social mediafeed instantly shows me a picture that would have represented pure temptation if I weren’t fucked up and heartbroken over Geralynn. A girl I knew in Italy posted a picture wearing an orange bikini with an aperol spritz balanced precariously in her left hand between two fingers. She laughs so loudly I could count all her teeth. Instead, I hit the unfollow button.
By the next hour on the clock, I unfollowed over two hundred accounts. I don’t have Geralynn out of my head and none of the women sharing their tits, smiles and vacations on social media provoke me to send a message reaching out. I don’t want to reach anywhere but by my side to find her… the one woman I could have never had in the first place.
There’s no room for me to even celebrate this victory over Nicki because I’ve lost so much. My future child. The only woman I’ll ever love… It must be my penance for all those years of hatred. To live and suffer with the weight of regret for allowing outdated traditions and values to choke out my humanity.
I miss her so much it hurts and when I can’t stand thinking about it any longer, I direct my mind to falling asleep. Unconsciousness hits me quickly.
My door creaks open in the middle of the night. I wake up and slowly move my hand over to the pistol on my bedside table as my eyes flutter open in the dark bedroom. My grasp on the pistol handle relaxes. There’s no need. It’s just Geralynn. My breath expands slowly in my chest as I watch her sneak across my bedroom in the dark. I let my hand return to bed and Geralynn peels back the bedsheets.
I keep pretending to be asleep as her body sidles up next to me. She’s so fucking warm. She slows down when I grunt, simply testing her resolve to climb into my bed after our contractspecifies that we stay away from each other. Technically, we’re both abiding by the contract since I’m the only one with a mandate to stay away from Geralynn.
Her hand slides over my stomach beneath the covers as she closes her arm around me in a warm embrace. Geralynn’s baby bump presses into me and as I exhale slowly, I feel movement in her womb which must be our child. She settles next to me with a soft exhalation and appears to be… trying to sleep.
The coldness that spread through my body earlier hasn’t vanished. I can’t count on her staying next to me tonight or much longer. She made it clear that she wanted her freedom from me. I have never been the man that she wants and I can’t help but think it’s cosmic punishment for all the ways I tortured her and made Geralynn feel like she wasn’t good enough to be in the same room as me.
Geralynn’s palm on my stomach creates a patch of warmth that slowly spreads through me. Heat pulses around her fingers as she touches me. My chest continues moving in a slow, steady rhythm as I keep up the illusion that I’m sleeping. It’s getting harder. Both maintaining the pretense and my cock, only inches away from Geralynn’s hand.
This is torture. Heat travels under my skin, eventually creating a ball of tight energy at the base of my cock which springs to life thanks to Geralynn’s presence, her baby bump rubbing against me and her hand touching my firm abs.Ignore your cock, Renzo. You promised not to touch her.
I keep pretending to sleep when I feel Geralynn’s breath getting closer to my neck. She’s so warm. Everywhere. Blood flows to the tip of my cock and desire pulses through my veins, getting my shaft thick and ready for her. I already want to thrust my cock inside Geralynn’s softness. Her hand on my skin doesn’t make it any easier to suppress the urge to touch her.
Geralynn’s lips brush against my neck. Accidental? No. It’s not. She leans forward and kisses my neck again. Then my shoulder. My cock almost explodes with desire for her and my brain shifts its focus to scheming ways to turn this situation into one that ends with my cock buried inside Geralynn.
But this is a first. Her in my bed. Her making the first move. The pregnant woman I just set free refusing to say that she loves me, but climbing into bed and touching my stomach while kissing my neck. How exactly does she want me to take this? Is she just using my body for her pleasure or is there some part of her that’s close to admitting the truth.
I would be shocked if my stupid twin brother’s advice worked. He isn’t any more successful with women than I am. Geralynn’s hand moves lower, touching the outside of my underwear and edging dangerously close to my cock. This can’t be an accident.
My blood rushes past my ears as desire stiffens my cock to impossible levels of arousal. Geralynn’s tummy presses into me, making me profoundly aware of every single point of contact between our bodies. Restraint is so fucking painful, but if this is a test from Geralynn, I intend to pass it.
Her fingers move lower again. There’s nowhere else for her hand to rest except on the outside of my crotch. Fuck, I could cum just from feeling her hand grasp the outside of my cock as she touches my dick. By now, she knows I’m hard but I wonder if she thinks I’m awake or if I’ve successfully fooled Geralynn into thinking that she could possibly sneak into my bed and keep me unaware of her actions.
Her fingers trace the outline of my shaft as she feels the length of my cock and examines its hardness through my pants. I can’t tell if she’s going slow to turn this into painful teasing or simply because she’s too scared to wake me up.
I gave her everything that she could have possibly wanted without strings attached so the only possible explanation I have for Geralynn feeling my cock through my underwear is that she wants to be in this bed with me. I suppress a groan as she breaches the waistband of my underwear and touches my cock with her bare hands.
Cum almost shoots out the tip with fervent excitement. It would be far too easy to cum all over her hand before she even works my shaft, that’s how fucking good it feels to have Geralynn touch me. Everything she does becomes that much hotter because she’s pregnant with my child. I love owning her body in this primal way, even if Geralynn has fought the depth this provides our relationship.
Yes, I didn’t expect to change how I thought about the world. But I did.
Loving the woman with her hand around my cock means I’m powerless against my erection. I have no choice but tofeelher and let Geralynn work her will on my cock. Her fingers wrap around my dick with intention that can’t be mistaken for anything other than Geralynn’s free will and desire.
I bite down on my lower lip as Geralynn’s fingers brush along the top of my cock. Holy fuck, she feels good. I have to stop myself from moaning as Geralynn tightens her grasp and moves her hand down the length of my shaft, exploring every inch of my hardness but not quite stroking my cock. Teasing me. That’s what it feels like.
Unfortunately, her teasing sends my brain hurtling towards a thousand ways I could punish her for not immediately wrapping either of her lips around my dick. I am desperate for more than her hand, but I can’t bear to even edge my hips forward intoGeralynn’s grasp. Her pace quickens and relief spreads through me along with an increase of pleasure.
She won’t make me cum in her hand, will she? I need something softer. Hotter. Wetter. Geralynn’s lips would be great, her pussy would be perfect. I need to bury my cock inside her and there’s too much pleasure coursing through me to hold back any longer. A groan escapes my lips and Geralynn takes full advantage of pleasure.
I still can’t tell if she thinks I’m asleep or not…
Her hand pumps the length of my shaft, desperate to squeeze another moan out of me. I resist Geralynn’s efforts. This is cruelty in its most profound form. Her thumb rubs the top of my cock head just when I regain control over my reactions to her and I let out another low groan. Surely, she must know I’m awake. Her hand stops moving, giving me another chance to regain control over my responses to her.
No more groaning. No more acting like Geralynn’s hand is the best I’ve ever felt. No more responding to her soft lips on my neck. I have to return to sleep and act like this was just a good dream – which is all she ever was.Set her free, Renzo. You have to set her free.
Her lips nibble on my neck again. I fight back any response to her, successful in my efforts at restraint. Geralynn moves slowly beneath the covers. Her head disappears and my heart races. What the hell is she doing down there? Her fluffy curls tease the bare skin on my chest and she eases my underwear away from my dick just enough that my entire cock pops out fully hard and oozing with desire for her.
Don’t groan…
