Page 11 of Forbidden Pregnancy (The Buffalo Italian Mob Family #2)

Chapter Eight

Michael

O nce Myra says my sister’s name, the truth hits me like it was thrown straight at my head by Buffalo’s hero quarterback Josh Allen himself.

I mutter the words out loud and I know it’s true.

I stop both of us from thinking by rolling Myra onto her back and kissing her.

If I have to stop and think about what the hell CC has done this time, I’ll lose my mind.

I’d rather experience pleasure between Myra’s thighs one last time if I’m going to spend the rest of my life in prison for murdering my younger sister…

Myra’s lips fight against mine as I first press against hers.

She squirms beneath my grasp and I hold her wrists tightly over her head as I indulge myself in kissing her.

My heart races out of control and everything about holding her now reminds me of the first time I kissed her all those years ago…

before dad sold that old house to Peter and moved to the new estate.

I still can’t go into some of the rooms in that house without thinking of Myra and how badly I screwed up letting this woman get away from me.

I don’t care about my father’s warnings. I’ll never let this happen to me again. I’ll never lose this woman now that I have her in my grasp.

I already fucked her once. It doesn’t matter that neither of us remembers.

I’ll do it again right now and there’s nothing either of us can do to stop the potential consequences of this.

When I pull away from Myra, there’s one last desperate look on her face as if she can read my mind and doesn’t like the story.

“I already fucked you once.”

“Michael… no. ”

She still has that insanely sexy first-grade teacher voice and even more importantly than that, I still have Myra soaking wet beneath me. I want to put my dick inside her so fucking badly.

“I have to do it,” I murmur, pressing my nose against Myra’s neck and taking an insanely deep whiff of her scent. I want to capture this scent in my memory forever. Myra squirms and tries to push me away from her, but the movement against my body just gets my dick harder.

“No,” Myra says again in a firm voice. “Michael, we can’t do this. I could get pregnant.”

“Why?” I murmur. “You don’t want to get pregnant?”

Myra chokes out a sound that’s like an anguished sob.

“I can’t get pregnant.”

I don’t know how I feel about that, but I don’t want to talk about the future, the past, or anything. My dick just needs to feel Myra’s warm, tight sheath clamped around it. I crave Myra’s softness.

“Okay,” I whisper. “Even better to cum inside you, then.”

She whimpers with obvious pleasure as I kiss her neck again. Myra turns her face away from me to give me access to her neck. The head of my cock presses against her entrance and my excitement mounts.

“Tell me how much you missed me, teacher…”

“Be quiet, Michael,” she says sternly. “And take your dick away from me.”

“I’m not going to do that, Myra.”

“Why not?” she says. “I can’t have babies and we can’t be together. We’re both too old and grown for games.”

“Then why did you end up drugged in my bed?” I ask her, moving my hips to press the head of my cock against Myra’s entrance again. She bites her lips and avoids answering me. I push inside her, threatening to move the head of my cock deeper inside Myra if she doesn’t answer my question.

“Michael!” Myra gasps, pulling her hips away from the head of my dick.

“What?” I growl. “Answer me.”

Myra gets me so hard that I don’t know how she expects my cock to soften without entering her soaking hot entrance. I kiss her neck again as Myra whimpers and pulls away from me to finally answer my question.

“I’m here because CC did something messed up to us and I don’t know how she got us to do the other thing–”

“Because we’re attracted to each other,” I interrupt.

Myra shakes her head as if she’s completely stunned by the concept that we might be attracted to each other. The head of my cock slides along Myra’s slit and I can feel just how wet her pussy really gets from the way I kiss and touch her.

“I’m not attracted to you.”

“Okay,” I whisper. “Then close your eyes and think of Denzel Washington while I enjoy your sweet ass pussy, because I missed you.”

“Shut up,” she whispers. “We can’t do this, Michael. We can’t do this right now and we can’t do this ever. CC made a mistake and she might need therapy.”

I laugh.

“What the hell is so funny?”

“CC definitely needs therapy. This isn’t about that, teacher. You’re right here. You’re in my bed. I already fucked you once and I’m going to fuck you again. Right now.”

Myra whimpers in protest again, but I kiss her to stop her from saying anything that pushes me away.

My cock slides against her entrance again and I feel just how goddamn wet Myra is again.

I need her and I slide a little bit inside her with a slight push.

Myra moans exactly the way she did the first time I had her.

The sound she makes nearly causes me to cum on the spot.

“Shhh,” I whisper. “Don’t move, teacher. Just admit that you want my dick inside you…”

“I don’t,” Myra gasps as her nails sink into my biceps and her body contradicts her words. She squeezes my arm and pulls me closer to her. My cock slides another inch inside her. I don’t know how I’ll stop myself if she changes her mind and pushes me away from her.

I have to use this opportunity to remind her that I make her feel good in a way no man ever had before. I had Myra in my bed twelve years ago and it hurts to think that there could have been other men between her legs in all the time we’ve been apart.

“Why not?” I ask her as jealous pangs yank at my chest. “Do you have another boyfriend? Is there someone you need me to kill?”

“Michael…”

“Name every man that you’ve been with since the last time you had my cock.”

“I’m not going to answer that question,” Myra answers. I don’t want to admit that I don’t care. I’m going to have her right now.

“Good,” I murmur, kissing her neck. “That means you’re all mine.”

Sucking on a large amount of Myra’s flesh, I slide every inch of my cock inside her, pushing my cum all the way to the back of Myra’s pussy. She’s so fucking tight. I don’t know why she can’t get pregnant, but it just makes me want to fuck her harder… and harder.

“I missed you,” I growl at her, loathing that I can barely get Myra to admit that she has feelings for me now. But she must. I know she must because everything that happened between the two of us twelve years ago was real.

She’s the only woman I ever loved and I will never let Myra go again.

Her pussy clamps down around me as I bury myself inside her pussy to the hilt. After all this time apart, I have no desire to move my cock even an inch out of her soaking tightness. My dick was made for this woman’s pussy. I knew the first time I entered her twelve years ago.

I still hold tightly to every last memory of having Myra in my bed. I never thought I would have her again. With my dick this deep inside her after all the time that’s passed between us, I crave nothing more than staying right here planted between Myra’s soft, firm legs.

“I want you,” I murmur as I press my nose into her neck. “I want you so badly it hurts, Myra…”

“No…”

“Let me cum in you again…”

She pushes against my biceps, her resistance only fueling my desire for her.

She can’t fake her body’s reactions to my cock, no matter how hard she tries.

Myra gushes all over my dick as I thrust inside her and her pussy convulses around my dick with so much force that I almost cum without any movement at all.

“Michael, we can’t do this,” she breathes, her frustration with me only getting my dick harder as the nostalgia of all our past arguments draws out all the past emotions that I never bothered resolving. She ruined all other women for me. I can’t let her get away from me again.

I silence Myra’s protests with soft kisses until she kisses me back.

Once I have her pliable and accepting of more physical demonstrations of my love, I move my hips.

My first thrusts are slow and deep, hitting the furthest walls of Myra’s pussy and making it hard for her to maintain her forced, stoic silence as I make love to her.

The first sexy moan from her lips stiffens my dick and I nearly cum inside her. Myra’s guilt and her constant need to prove to some invisible force that she loathes me draw her into silence after the first moan escapes. I won’t let her off the hook this easily…

My fingers slide between her legs and I tease Myra’s clit until she emits an involuntary moan. She bites down on her lower lip as if she can take the sound back, but it’s too late. I know I touched her sweet spot and I know she wants more.

“I knew you missed me,” I murmur.

“I didn’t.”

She’s such a liar.

“Really?” I whisper. “This doesn’t make you think of the first time we kissed? When you told me all about that old book…”

I don’t want her to answer me. I just want her to feel how good my big Italian cock makes her feel.

Pinning her down by the wrists forces Myra to strictly focus on the pleasure she feels as I pump my dick between her legs.

I know she remembers how I made her feel.

With one hand teasing her clit and the other holding her down, I watch my dick disappear between Myra’s lips and give in to the deeply arousing sensation of her tight pussy gripping my dick as it vanishes inside her.

She’s taking every last inch of me and I have free reign to cum inside her pussy again…

“You feel so fucking good…” I groan, pumping deeper than before inside Myra. She moans so loudly that I start to feel myself losing control over my teasing, slow pace. I rub her clit in smooth circles at the slowest pace I can handle while I increase my pace between Myra’s legs.

I can’t hold back much longer and I need to feel her…

Her moans only make me want to cum faster. Our bodies move together and it’s clear that I’m not the only one making love to her after a few minutes of us moving together and my hips smacking loudly against Myra’s while I pound her into the bed.

The juicy gushing and loud wet slapping between her legs tell me everything… She’s close.

“Cum for me, Myra…” I murmur as I nibble on her earlobe and slow down my thrusts between her legs to take her slow and deep again.

Her thighs wrap around me unconsciously as she gets closer. I keep touching her clit as I take her pussy with slow thrusts and when she gets close to the edge, all it takes is adding my lips on her neck to push Myra over the edge. The sound she makes when she cums drives me absolutely fucking wild.

I fuck her harder as I take her in my bed, recklessly indifferent to either of our circumstances as I take my pleasure from her.

My hips pump into her faster as I reach my own climax.

We’re going to cum at the same time, I can feel it.

My hands cup Myra’s ass cheeks and I draw her against me as I thrust into her the last few times with deep strokes until my balls tighten against my body and I erupt inside her.

Fuck.

I haven’t cum that hard in years. Possibly ever. My seed bursts forth from the tip of my cock, coating Myra’s soaking tightness with another hot load. She can’t get pregnant. A lurch of disappointment surges in my chest… along with a terrifying thought.

But what if she’s wrong? What if she can? How does Myra even know ?

I’ll have to keep her. If I get this woman pregnant, I’m never letting her out of my sight. I don’t care what she thinks or what dad thinks… I won’t screw up my chances with her again.