I Pray That You Forget Me - Chapter 71
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Johann’s hand, which had been gripping my chest, moved to my chin, turning my head toward him as I was met with his tender green eyes, and our lips met.
“Ah…”
After a breathless, deep kiss, Johann looked into my eyes and urged,
“Now you can see my face while we do this, right?”
“But still…”
This position still felt odd. Facing each other, it felt like we were secretly sharing our love, hidden in Johann’s broad embrace, but this way felt almost like we were showing off to someone. Even though no one was watching, it still felt…
“…I’m embarrassed.”
I cringed, trying to cover myself, which made Johann burst into laughter. Then he started kissing me from my lips down to my neck.
“I find even your shyness irresistibly adorable.”
“Ah, oh, ah!”
Johann then lifted me by wrapping his forearms around my legs, holding me up as he thrust upwards. Even as he moved me roughly, my chest didn’t sway much, trapped against my thighs, but the position became even more awkward as he maneuvered.
“Johann, ah, this is even more, ah, embarrassing! Ah!”
I waved my hands, signaling him to stop, but Johann didn’t listen. While I verbally protested, my body clearly enjoyed it. He seemed to trust my body’s response over my words today.
“Ah, let go, please, ah, ah!”
As pleasure overwhelmed me, Johann held me close and thrust deeply, the sound of our bodies meeting echoing around. Even though his actions were wild, his voice remained gentle, whispering sweet nothings mixed with soft kisses into my ear.
“Right now, you’re truly lovely. I love you. I will love you forever, no matter what.”
“Ah, I love, you too.”
I wanted to promise him that I would always love him no matter what, but my body was shaking and my voice caught in the rush of climax. I barely managed to answer with a brief confession.
“You’re a gift given to me by God along with trials. I’ll gladly take on any difficult task to protect you.”
“Johann, oh, ah!”
Johann called me a gift from God as I writhed beneath him. Despite feeling utterly embarrassed by my own state, his reverence made me feel truly valued.
“Ah, ah!”
For a moment, I forgot my embarrassment and reveled in the fervent adoration of my only devotee. Suddenly, Johann stopped his movements and let my legs down, but that did not make my position any more modest.
“Uh, this…”
He kept me impaled, sitting me on his thighs, and spread my legs wide. Our joined bodies were blatantly exposed.
“Johann, oh, ah!”
Without giving me a chance to protest, Johann pulled me close again and resumed his thrusts, this time from back to front. My back arched like a bow as he plunged forward.
“Johann! Ah…”
Each thrust bent my waist back through my belly, the firm column of flesh refusing to bend easily and seemed to spring forward, stretching my inner walls tightly.
“Ah!”
The thick tip of his length pressed hard against the front of my inner walls, as if it would burst through my abdomen. It felt like he was about to break through me completely.
“Ah…”
As my body became gaunter, it wasn’t just bones that became more visible. Sometimes, when Johann penetrated me vigorously, my lower abdomen would bulge outward noticeably. It looked grotesque. Usually, these moments were fleeting.
But in this position, his movements were blatantly visible from start to finish. I could close my eyes, but I couldn’t ignore the sensations of his touch.
“Uh, don’t, stop, uh…”
Johann’s hand caressed the area below my belly button, where the head of his length pushed outward, making a visible bulge. He looked down at this bizarre sight with intense emotion.
“Look at this. I am inside you.”
“Johann, please, stop…”
Johann even urged me to witness this unsightly scene with my own eyes. He soothed and coaxed me as I buried my face into his neck, trying not to look.
“Just once.”
“Uh, no, I don’t want to.”
“Please, just look carefully. See who is the man making love to you.”
“It’s you, of course.”
Johann, my husband, my only love. Who else would I be making love with?
“Ah, why me?”
“What kind of question is that?”
“Why is it with me that you’re making love, uh…”
“Johann, I, ah, don’t understand. Why are you asking that?”
Why does he keep pressing as if it’s not obvious enough?
