I Pray That You Forget Me - Chapter 90
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I felt a mix of foolish pleasure and discomfort as Johann’s impatience with me grew. Of course, the moment I remembered that he was yearning for Dana, not me, I began to dislike what was happening.
“Ugh…”
As soon as the discomfort hit, I instinctively closed my legs. With Johann’s waist already lodged between my thighs, I could only close them halfway. As his member pushed out, he tried to penetrate again, persistently probing. Johann, not stopping his movements, asked me,
“Are you going to come?”
Squeezing my thighs was my usual habit when nearing climax. But I was nowhere near that point now. Johann, who knew my body better than I did, should have already known this, yet he misunderstood my reaction as a sign of fear from rising arousal.
“Open up, Rize.”
His words made me feel even more like a doll molded to imitate another woman’s body. I now had to take on the s-xual desire Johann couldn’t fulfill with her, substituting it with me.
“What’s wrong?”
I wondered what expression I must have had. Johann turned my face towards the light and abruptly stopped moving.
“Does it hurt?”
He wasn’t asking if my heart hurt, so I shook my head.
“Is it too much?”
“No.”
“Then you don’t seem very eager.”
Though Johann said it without any apparent discontent, his words made my heart skip a beat.
“I’m sorry. Let’s stop for tonight and rest.”
Johann’s body started to withdraw from me. Afraid that he might never return, I tried to pull him back with my tightness. But the slickness from arousal only made him slide out more easily.
“No, stop…”
Feeling urgent, I spread my legs and wrapped them around Johann’s waist, pulling him back toward me. His member, which had barely been inside, was thrust deep into me again.
“Ah, Rize?”
Not only did I take him back eagerly, but I also pressed into him and pleaded.
“I want to. Continue.”
I couldn’t refuse Johann now. I hoped he didn’t know that I had regained my memory. And if I were of no use to him, would Johann have any reason to continue our marriage? A person who couldn’t even fulfill one role was better tolerated than criticized. And above all…
“I want you.”
Johann’s chest swelled with emotion.
“I want you too. Passionately.”
…It must be because I resemble his first love.
“Then I’ll take it slow this time.”
Just finish it quickly.
I couldn’t bring myself to say that either.
“Ah, mm…”
“It feels, a bit, tighter than usual, ah, doesn’t it?”
Johann didn’t move his hips again. Instead, he gently pressed the tip of his member against my inner walls, rotating his hips and softly rubbing his thick flesh against my walls.
He seemed to believe I had closed my legs earlier because it was too deep and painful. He was now taking extra care to ease me. At the same time, he marveled at my body’s reactions, tracing its curves with his fingertips.
“You are truly beautiful. Among all that God has created, you are undoubtedly the most beautiful.”
You must be right. Because you love someone who resembles her.
“Ah… mmm…”
My heart was growing cold, but my body was slowly heating up. I had been conditioned to respond to the deepest sensations. I squirmed and moaned, unable to control the pleasure bubbling up from deep inside.
“Ha, do you feel good?”
“Mm… yes…”
Johann looked down at me with a mix of affection and satisfaction, clearly excited. His hot lips frequently touched my sensitive cheeks, which were prickled with heightened sensitivity.
“To think that I’m the only one who knows you like this, ha, makes me so happy I could go crazy.”
Johann, I’m happy too.
In that moment, perhaps drunk on pleasure like being intoxicated, I was swept away by the illusion of his love, making my heart warm. I couldn’t help but smile sincerely for the first time in a long while.
“Ah, if you keep this up, it’ll be hard to keep my promise to take it slow…”
“Ah, ah, ahhh!”
As I started to enjoy myself, Johann couldn’t hold back any longer and began moving his hips. His muscular arms, rigid and taut, tightly embraced me. With one hand supporting the back of my head, he held me close to his expanding and contracting chest, as if he wanted to become completely one with me.
Creak, creak, creak, creak.
“Ah, mm, ohh!”
With our bodies pressed together, the friction made every movement intense. My chest pressed tightly against his hard chest, bouncing and rubbing against his skin with every thrust.
The stimulation was already unbearable, but when my stiffened n–ples occasionally scraped against his body, sparks seemed to fly from my chest, igniting my entire body.
“I love you. I love you.”
The burning desire was fueled by his affection.
“I love you too. Kiss me, Johann.”
I willingly drank in his sweet love.
But not everything that is sweet is love, and not everything bitter is poison. Especially when an excited Johann said these words, I realized I was drinking a sweet poison.
