Page 17 of Forbidden Pregnancy (The Buffalo Italian Mob Family #2)

Chapter Thirteen

Michael

Twelve Years Ago

M yra seems nervous. I’ve gone down on many many women before her and I know I can please her with my tongue.

Does she doubt my skills because I’m just some white guy?

Maybe she found a boyfriend since I last asked her about it.

But Myra’s not that kind of woman. She wouldn’t be here with me, allowing me to get on my knees for her if there was another man in her life.

I’m almost too old to act this reckless, but Myra tempted me from the first day she walked into the old library.

My fingers trail along the tops of Myra’s thighs and I hike her skirt up over her thighs to expose her panties.

Damn, this woman is thick. I don’t know the last time I’ve touched a woman this thick, but it must have been early on in my college days.

I lost my taste for chasing after random women during my early twenties.

Myra got me up off the bench. My fingers trace the outside of her panties and as I stroke the fabric, I can feel how wet Myra is.

I press my head close to her mound and give it a soft kiss, provoking a dramatic squeal from Myra as she yanks her body away from mine, pressing her back against the wall.

“What’s wrong?”

My knees sink into the pavement as Myra wraps her hands around the front of her torso, blocking me off from those tight panties sinking into all her creases.

“I’ve never–

“Been with a white guy?”

That would be pretty typical for black women around Buffalo. They’re loyal to “their own”. I don’t care about the skin color of who I stick my dick in, except right now I find myself very much intrigued by Myra’s skin tone. She’s a nice, medium-brown color that makes me strangely hungry for her.

She’s both plump and bottom heavy, with a nice round ass that spills over the sides of my hands whenever I touch it. I can’t imagine how good it would feel to smack that ass or watch it bounce around my dick. Myra snaps me out of my dirty fantasies about her.

“I’ve never been with a guy… period.”

I look up at her like an idiot.

“You’re twenty-six.”

I sound like an idiot too. But this woman is the thickest I’ve handled in a very long time, and I can’t believe she made it to twenty-six years old without having a man touch her. It’s not like I think she’s lying. I just… don’t believe it.

“Thank you, Michael. You read my file.”

“No boyfriend?”

“No. I have a graduate level degree. I don’t need a boyfriend.”

“I didn’t say you needed a boyfriend.”

“But you have to give me that tone like I’m somehow damaged for not having one.”

Myra pulls her skirt down over her panties and panic surges through me. I can’t let her pull away from me now when I’m so close to getting past the walls she insists on having between us despite all the time we spend together during Cosima’s lessons.

“Don’t pull away.”

I grasp Myra’s hips and pull her back against the guest house wall.

She looks down at me in utter confusion.

I’m on my knees, but she feels her utter loss of control around me.

Myra might hate me, but her panties wouldn’t be wet if she wasn’t attracted to me.

I can feel her desire for me despite her inexperience.

“I can’t give you what you want.”

“Do you know what I want?”

I pull her skirt up again and Myra whimpers as I kiss the top of her stomach. I’m so close to breaking past her panties.

“Yes.”

“What?”

Myra squirms uncomfortably as I work my fingers into the waistband of her underwear and then slide the fabric over her hips. She’s searching for a way out and her next words are Myra’s best efforts to escape me.

“What you really want is a white woman,” she says as she squirms in an effort to get out of my grasp and only invites me to slide her panties all the way to the ground. I’m going to lick this woman’s pussy outside against the guest house if it’s the last thing I do…

“Why would you think I want that?” I murmur, sliding my finger between Myra’s lips and teasing her clit as she continues to press her back against the wall.

There’s no escaping me now. I have Cosima’s tutor in my grasp and I’m not letting her go until I get my dick wet and if all goes according to plan, leave a healthy dosage of my cum between her pretty thick brown thighs.

“I pay attention to what happens in this house,” Myra says. “You’re going to end up with an Italian girl, Michael.”

“So you listen in on conversations?”

“I’m not an idiot. That’s all.”

“You have a nice pussy.”

“Michael…”

I stop her next statement by rubbing my finger in a slow circle around Myra’s clit. She makes a loud noise halfway between a whimper and a moan as I tease the softest part of her with the growing pleasure of knowing that no other man has ever touched her. I’ll be the first.

“What?” I whisper, rubbing my finger in slower but wider circles. “Did you want to have feelings for your first time? Is that the problem?”

I tease her outer lips with my warm breath as I continue to rub her clit, slowly pushing her close to the edge.

“Shut… up…” she gasps as she struggles to handle all her emotions at once between my touching and the conversation I’m trying to have with her outside of slowly teasing those glistening lower lips.

Her pussy is downright begging for my tongue.

I can smell her sweet heady flavor and crave Myra’s sexy pussy juices dripping all over my face and my chin.

I love the way this woman’s pussy tastes.

I spread her wide with my tongue and lick her slowly, losing myself in complete lust for her body.

Myra’s responses build slowly. I can tell she’s uncomfortable with her own pleasure, and I want this woman to open herself up more and just… relax.

I won’t be able to get my dick inside her if she’s nervous. I pull away from Myra and kiss the top of her mound, giving her a moment to catch her breath.

I whisper. “You don’t have to be nervous around me.”

“I’ve never done this before,” she says, squirming like she’s trying to get away from me. I look up at Myra from my knees, entirely stunned.

“I know. Be still.”

We conducted a thorough background check before hiring her. I suppose I know why we didn’t find any ex-boyfriends in jail or red flags like that. There aren’t any ex-boyfriends in her past.

I kiss the top of her mound again. She squirms.

“I want to taste you,” I murmur.

“You’re already doing that,” Myra says, sinking her ass cheeks deeper into my palms as she makes another effort to escape my clutches.

I lose control over my urges again with her.

I split her lower lips open and start sucking on Myra’s lower lips out there in the open while she protests and tries to escape.

Her efforts to push me off continue until I move my tongue around her clit in slow, smooth circles.

Her pussy drips more as my tongue presses against her clit. Myra’s arousal heightens and she struggles to stifle her cries of pleasure as I slide my tongue all over her clit and then make it harder for her to resist climaxing by swirling a finger around her entrance and preparing to push past it.

Myra bucks her hips to avoid my finger, but I pin her against the wall and slowly push one finger inside her.

Tight. The word surges to my brain instantly as Myra’s pussy clamps around my finger harder than I’ve ever experienced.

I need to put my dick inside this woman and we have to get to it… Cosima’s lesson will be over soon.

I massage her inner walls with my finger as my tongue returns to tasting Myra’s clit.

Holy fuck, she tastes good and the more her juices spill out of her pussy, the more desperate I get to slide my tongue in every soft crevice of Myra’s sexy body.

I fuck her harder with my finger, stealing control over her arousal as I feel her getting closer.

That sweet ass pussy clamps down around my finger as I thrust inside Myra and keep licking her clit.

When she gets close to the edge, I add a second finger and let Myra ride her wave of pleasure all the way over the edge.

Her fingers slide through the strands of my hair and instead of pushing me away how I expected, she pulls me closer.

Fuck yes.

I tongue fuck Myra to an orgasm and when she cums, I have to force myself to pull away from her. When she looks down at my face, I’m wet with her juices and so desperate for more of her. Meanwhile, Myra looks horrified, which I hate.

“That was…”

“You came,” I tell her, perhaps assuming too much ignorance, but Myra seems genuinely shocked. She’s twenty-six years old and she’s never cum? I have a hard time believing that, except she seems so genuinely stunned into silence.

“Intense,” she whispers, maybe finishing her sentence or just expressing how my tongue between her legs made her feel. Myra seems ready to squirm away from me again and sensing her desire to escape, I follow my natural urge to keep Myra’s body against mine.

I don’t want this hook up to end. I might not know what I want with Myra, but I know that I want to follow the chemistry exploding between us.

I’ve never tasted a pussy quite this good.

My fingers brush over Myra’s clit slowly as my anxious desperation to fuck this woman consumes the deepest parts of my soul.

“Let me do more for you,” I whisper after slowly brushing my tongue along Myra’s clit until she moans.

“We can’t,” she says. Okay, there’s some progress. I can’t reason with her squirming out of my grasp, but I can reason with whatever excuse Myra might come up with. I desperately want to get her into bed.

“Why not?” I start arguing with her as my thumb brushes her clit in slow circles. I’m willing to eat her out again if it gets me what I want. Myra gasps with pleasure, but remains steadfast that she won’t give me anymore. It’s intensely frustrating to put up with this level of stubbornness.

My dick strains through my pants as Myra’s futile struggle continues. Poor girl. Her pussy juices drip down her thigh and expose just how much she enjoys my touch despite her wriggling away from me.

“Because I’m your employee,” Myra says.

“Technically my father’s employee.”

“Does that make it better?” Myra answers back – far too quickly.

She wants this. I can see her raw desire, but there’s something getting in the way of this woman acting on her biological urges.

Is this too raw and animalistic for her?

To fuck outside against the guest house?

I don’t care. I need Myra and I don’t care where she is.

“I want you.”

She freezes, which isn’t what I want.

“Myra, I want you… now. ”

Honesty. Passion. She has to respond to that.

Myra’s response makes me instantly tense. “I don’t care.”

I stand up and Myra freezes again. Maybe I’ve had enough of tasting her.

“Turn around and show me your cunt.”

“Excuse me?”

I register the panic on her face, but I don’t want to let it get to me. She’s just a naive and possibly nerdy woman. She won’t misdirect me from my goal.

“I want you, Myra. Now turn around and give me what I want.”

“Is that how life works?” Myra asks me. “You demand what you want and just get it.”

“Yes.”

“That’s not how it works with me.”

“You’re dripping wet. Why are you being so difficult when I just showed you what I can do with my tongue?”

Myra’s eyebrows raise disapprovingly. This impossible woman will make me beg her for a crumb of pussy or worse – push her up against the wall and take what I want…