I used to think that love was a game, one that I would always be on top of. But then I met him, and he showed me just how wrong I was. His blue eyes would pierce right through me, rendering me speechless with their intensity. We were together for two years, our love story like a fairytale come true. But fairytales always have a dark side, and ours was about to show itself.

One night, fueled by passion and lust, we ended up having sex without protection. I didn't think about the consequences; all I could think about was how good it felt to have his hard cock inside me. We moved together like we had been doing it for years, our bodies in perfect sync.

As he thrust into me, I could feel the head of his dick brushing against my cervix, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body. I arched my back, pushing myself against him, begging for more. And then, he found what he was looking for.

His hips jerked forward, driving his cock deep inside me in one swift motion. I gasped, feeling him hit my sweet spot dead-on. He let out a groan, his whole body tensing as he began to cum. I whimpered in anticipation, wanting to feel his warm seed fill me up.

The first hot jet of cum hit my cervix, causing my insides to clench around him in reflex. It felt amazing, almost too good. And then, he emptied himself into me, his cum spurting out in long, thick strings. I felt him pulsating inside me, his cock twitching as he milked every last drop out.

As he finally began to soften, he pulled out, leaving behind a sticky trail of cum and love. I lay there, panting, staring up at the ceiling as I tried to process what had just happened. We had taken a huge risk, and it had paid off... in more ways than one.

Over the next few days, I felt his cum dripping out of me every time I stood up from the toilet. It was the most disgusting thing I had ever experienced, but at the same time, it reminded me of him. Of how much I loved him, and how much he loved me.

We talked about it, of course. He wasn't ready for a baby, and neither was I. So, we decided that we would have to be extra careful from now on. But still, a small part of me hoped that maybe someday down the line, I'd find myself pregnant with his child.

As it turned out, our relationship wasn't meant to last. We drifted apart, trying to find ourselves in different paths. Sometimes, I catch myself wondering what might have been if I had gotten pregnant that night. Would we still be together? Would we have a family of our own?

But then I remember the pain and the heartache that came with him. And I'm glad that things turned out the way they did. Because in the end, I learned that love is not a game; it's something to be cherished, protected, and treasured. And if it wasn't meant to last, then maybe it was never really love at all.