Page 22 of Forbidden Pregnancy (The Buffalo Italian Mob Family #2)

Chapter Eighteen

Myra

Twelve Years Ago

M y fingers move forward like I’m genuinely beneath Michael’s control.

I could push him away. I could argue with him some more.

But my trembling body seems to be acting against my internal logical will.

I don’t know how a man who doesn’t seem very deep or intelligent could have just made me experience so much pleasure with his fingers, but I feel desperately addicted to getting more.

He’s right – it’s not like I can stay a virgin forever. If I’m going to have memories of losing my virginity haunt me forever, at least the man responsible for the act will be a six-foot-four sandy-haired Italian giant who knows what he’s doing.

I’m pretty sure he knows what he’s doing based on how easy it was for Michael to make me cum with his fingers. I don’t even know how he did that. I’ve tried several times to get myself to this point, but I always feel embarrassed and overwhelmed, stopping myself before I go past that tipping point.

Michael effortlessly drew me over the edge.

My thighs will be soaked all day. Blood rushes past my ears as I reach for Michael’s zipper.

Heat emanating from his thighs surprises me.

I know logically all the blood in his body rushes towards the very tip of his cock, but it’s much different and much more exciting to feel the heat brushing against my palms. Michael’s breathing slows as I slide the zipper over his bulge.

It’s the only time I’ve ever successfully gotten this man to quiet down. The tiny amount of control immediately intoxicates me. I unzip, unbutton and expose Michael’s black cotton underwear. He reaches down for my cheeks and forces me to look up at him instead of the enormous bulge I just exposed.

“Under normal circumstances, I would want to feel your lips,” he says, running his thumb over my lower lip. “But frankly, we don’t have much time until Cosima finishes her lesson and I have every intention of finishing you off before then…”

I don’t know what Michael expects from me.

Does he want me to match his witty banter or more likely, beg for the chance to suck his dick?

He knows I’m a virgin, so it shouldn’t surprise him that I’m clueless.

I’m both desperate to experience more and paralyzed with nervousness about doing the wrong thing and spoiling the moment between us.

“Relax,” Michael whispers as if reading my mind while he stares deeply into my eyes. “I’ll hold you and go slow…”

It’s uncomfortable to have him staring at me this hard.

It’s downright confusing since I’ve never entertained the idea that Michael would be interested in me.

But the way he holds me in his gaze provokes this instinctive response that I can’t help but to trust. He takes my hand and slides it past the waistband of his pants so I can touch the growing flesh between his legs for the first time and explore the length of his member with my fingers.

Heat spreads through me as I acknowledge my visible inexperience.

I don’t know where to touch him or how to touch him.

Michael knew exactly how to make me feel good, but I feel like a high schooler as I wrap my hand around his shaft and make some effort to slide it along the length.

Michael grunts and grabs my ass again, hiking me up against the wall of the guest house.

My hand wraps along the length of his shaft and I move my fingers over his velvet sword slowly until Michael grunts with obvious pleasure and his skin flushes visibly.

Our faces are close enough that we’re nearly pressed together.

I can smell the mint on his breath and I crave the taste of his lips so intensely that it hurts.

My thumb runs all the way over the tip of his cock, torturing Michael and torturing myself too.

The more my hand grips Michael’s member, the more aware I become of how damn big his cock feels and how hard it will be to get every inch of this shaft inside me.

Two of Michael’s fingers struggled to fit inside me and his cock is even thicker and with the veins around the shaft, his dick almost feels like it’s pulsing with anger.

I can’t imagine that thing forcing its way into me. My chest tightens and unconsciously, so does my grip around Michael’s dick. He seems to love the way my hand feels as I tighten my grasp on him.

“Fuck,” he growls. “Grip my dick, baby. Do whatever you want to my dick…”

Michael slides his pants and underwear off slowly while his dick grows in my palm and distracts me from the pain about to follow.

By touching and moving my hand over the length of Michael’s cock, I explore his full length and then draw him towards me, physically begging for him to drive his dick inside me.

What the hell am I doing, honestly? Michael doesn’t give me time to think.

His dick moves forward between my thighs and I feel the tip dragging along the outside of my outer lips.

Holy shit, there’s warm fluid dripping from the tip of Michael’s dick and more importantly – he isn’t even wearing a condom.

“Wait…”

Michael pushes his hips forward. “For what?”

“Condom.”

“I won’t get you pregnant,” he says. “And if I do… it’ll be lucky for both of us.”

I can’t protest because I scream. Michael shoves his cock all the way inside me with one swift push.

The large cock head splits me open and pain pulses through my entire vagina, all the way through my hips as Michael pierces me and pins me against the wall of his guest house, taking me virginity with one swift stroke. No time to reconsider. It’s done.

My virginity belongs to Michael Corsini.

He groans as he buries his dick inside me to the hilt.

The pain feels like a tight knot in the very base of my core.

I never felt so profoundly aware of my internal organs.

I have to breathe slowly to tolerate the pain.

Michael’s hands keep hold of my ass cheeks as he steadies me against the wall.

I couldn’t move away from him even if I wanted to.

His dick is just way too big. My gaze snaps immediately to Michael’s.

His glassy blue eyes don’t comfort me in the slightest. He’s so hot and it feels like he’s staring directly into my soul.

My heartrate pounds furiously. I can’t stop him from moving his hips, but I’m so scared about what’s going to happen next.

I hate that Michael can read my mind. He leans forward and kisses me romantically.

“There,” he whispers. “That’s not so bad.”

I shudder as a spasm contracts throughout my body.

My pussy tightens around him instead of rejecting him.

My heart quickens. I grip Michael’s biceps and the pulsing excitement between my legs gets more intense.

Why does he make me feel this way? Why? Looking into his icy eyes doesn’t give me any deeper understanding.

“Michael…” I whimper. He leans forward and kisses me on the lips again.

I hate the strangely romantic kiss, but I still yield to it.

It’s finally happening, and despite my resistance to Michael, the excitement is difficult to suppress.

I’m twenty-six years old and a virgin because I’m profoundly unlovable or unattractive.

It all just feels like I was never in the right situation.

Until now. I don’t think too deeply about the ‘right situation’ including this nightmare of a man because at least his body is made up of chiseled muscle and his dick feels so damn good between my legs.

I can’t predict Michael’s next move as he pulls away from the kiss.

We’re not done yet, are we? Michael doesn’t break my gaze as he runs his finger over my lips.

“You are the tightest I’ve ever had,” he says. “But I’ll make you cum first, I swear…”

He moves his hips slowly and the very next sensations I feel are more painful than exciting. I cry out, forcing Michael to clamp a hand down over my mouth as he picks up a steady pace between my legs.

I expect the pain to last much longer. My nails sink into Michael’s meaty biceps as he moves between my legs.

Emotions and physical sensations both overwhelm me.

The tingling pleasure starts in my chest and swells with an almost anxious desire to escape.

He holds me so tenderly that I almost lose all sense that he’s a dangerous man – I just want him.

Michael continues his deep thrusts between my legs, building the pleasure up to a peak I can feel coming.

I don’t know what’s going to happen when I reach that peak but my body reacts with eagerness to chase that high.

My hips slide and move along with Michael’s dick and euphoria explodes through every inch of sensitive flesh along my inner walls.

“Yes…” I whimper as he takes me deeper. It feels better when he drives into me and comes close to hurting me. I don’t know why. Michael runs his tongue along the side of my neck and kisses me right as I get close to that peak and it’s enough to push me over the edge.

The rush goes straight to my brain and I lose complete control as I cry out loudly, silenced by Michael’s enormous palm as he keeps fucking me hard against the wall of his guest house.

I stop thinking – and it’s a relief – because I can tune into my body’s sensations and just how good it feels to rub my skin against Michael’s.

Fuck, I needed this. I didn’t know how badly I needed this, but I did.

Michael doesn’t stop kissing me and moving his dick slowly between my legs as I ease off the high of my first ever climax with a massive muscular man.

I cling to his biceps and spread my thighs apart, listening with disturbing fascination to the wet slapping sounds between my legs.

Michael thrusts slow and deep into me, grunting with each deep stroke. His skin flushes and I feel a strange tightening between my legs, like his cock expanded and filled.

“I’m close,” Michael grunts, digging his fingernails into my ass cheeks as his pace quickens.

His hips slam against mine forcefully as a new, deeper pleasure throbs between my legs.

I’m going to cum again, and I start riding the wave before I become consciously aware of how intense it’s going to feel to take him between my legs.

“I need you,” he growls. “I fucking need you…”

Michael returns to kissing me again and only pulls away to groan loudly.

Following the noise, I feel his dick spasming between my legs sending me over the edge of my climax.

My legs wrap around Michael’s and a hot gush of his seed enters me.

The immediate rush I feel isn’t even panicked…

My ankles fasten around Michael’s waist and I hold him close to me with embarrassing desperation.

“Fuck…” he grunts, pressing me up against the wall and fondling my breasts as he continues to kiss me, but doesn’t pull out.

His dick stays planted, allowing more spurts of seed to gush against my walls.

I struggle to catch my breath, but the more I come down into the moment, the more I start to panic.

Michael catches my expression and he can tell. Slowly, he pulls out and sets me down.

“I could feel you,” he whispers. “Don’t freak out, okay?”

I scowl at him. “I’m not freaking out.”

Just because I’m a virgin doesn’t mean I’m a naive little girl. You can become emotionally intelligent and self-aware without direct experiences in the field of romance. Michael’s expression softens. What does he want from me?

“You’re not on birth control, are you?” he asks.

Heat rushes to my face again. It’s not like I expected him to be romantic, but there’s a small part of me that didn’t realize losing my virginity would be so… practical. It doesn’t really feel like there’s anything different between us either. Michael doesn’t seem different.

“I’m not.”

“Okay,” he says. “We’ll talk.”

About what? I look up at Michael, the words forming to tell him something.

It feels like I should say something. He looks so handsome and infuriatingly nonchalant.

I try to mirror his calm, but I just feel like I’m lying to myself by staying quiet.

It doesn’t mean absolutely nothing that I “lost it” to Michael, right?

This didn’t just happen because he’s hot and I’m…

I can’t begin to understand what he really sees in me. A conquest? An experiment?

If I wasn’t a twenty-six year old virgin, maybe I wouldn’t be so insecure.

I work up the courage to say something , and I just say his name, “Michael?”

“Yes?”

A piercing shriek echoes around the orchard, and the entire Corsini property, interrupting any possible statement I could have come up with on short notice.

AIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! The first howl sounds like it’s from surprise. But the second one clearly sounds like a little girl in immense pain. Michael and I scramble for our clothes.

Cosima’s hurt.