Page 27 of Forbidden Pregnancy (The Buffalo Italian Mob Family #2)

Chapter Twenty-Three

Michael

Twelve Years Ago

M yra can’t keep up her nonchalant act inside my brand new car.

I shouldn’t have done all this just to impress her, but I needed a new car anyway.

I paid extra to have the custom options rushed, so I could get an all black matte with black rims. The Maserati GranTurismo MC would make any woman instantly lose her panties.

Myra’s no different, especially since this one still has its new car smell.

The ride is dark, elegant… private. It’s hard not to fantasize about fucking Myra in the back.

“You aren’t scared to park this thing in downtown Buffalo?” Myra asks as the engine comes to life without making a sound. The car’s engine makes a barely detectable growl as I swing us around down the driveway towards the city.

“I’m not scared of anything, really,” I respond, noticing Myra’s stiffness at my perceived arrogance, I quickly add. “Except horses.”

She smiles. “You’re not going to let a horse fling you ten feet into the air like my sister?”

“Not at all.”

I pay for VIP parking, which means a quick walk to the stadium entrance. I like sitting right behind home plate and Myra beams with excitement when she sees our seats.

“This is a great view,” she says. “My dad used to love these games. We went every weekend when I was a kid.”

“Do you still go?”

Myra gets quiet and shakes her head. “No. We don’t.”

It seems like a sensitive subject. I slip my hand in Myra’s and she allows me to hold her, sending excitement straight through my chest. This is working. I didn’t somehow screw up by sleeping with her first. I never wanted Myra to think that I was some type of asshole.

We take our seats and the game starts with the typical easygoing pace that makes baseball so appealing to watch – and gamble on.

The chilled out nature of the game only makes betting more tense.

I don’t have much on this game, but I have enough to raise my excitement, which has a contagious effect on Myra.

She gets baseball. She’s a smart girl, so it’s not like I doubted her intelligence, I’m just stunned that she seems to be intelligent and knowledgeable about so many things. I pretty much only understand football, mob shit, and gambling on a couple other sports.

The first four innings are only moderately exciting, but after the sixth, everything picks up.

I hold Myra’s hand throughout the entire game and for the first time in years, I don’t get too drunk to stand just because I’m watching sports.

She cheers for the Buffalo team just as loudly as I do, and when I bring her a hot dog before the seventh inning, she leans over and kisses me before taking a bite.

Her lips are fucking delicious and that simple peck on the lips gets me fully hard – a condition that becomes my greatest challenge to hide while we finish the game. I’m desperate to get Myra into bed after this… but I want to be careful with this woman.

More importantly, I want to treat her like a queen.

I’ve become obsessed with her the longer she teaches Cosima and fucking her last week against the guest house wall awakened all my desires for her.

I’ve never been in love before, but I have a strange feeling about Myra…

like I love her. Or I will love her. I want to show her that tonight and it feels easy when she interlaces her fingers with mine.

And kisses me first.

It feels like nothing can knock us off this high. When the game ends, I’m giddy with excitement – and not just because Buffalo won 10-2. Pretty rare against Syracuse. The Salt Potatoes are way better than you would expect.

Myra reviews the final grand slam with an animated voice on our way back to the Maserati. Her body presses so close to mine and my brain lights up with the desire to get this woman into a bed – immediately.

A dark thought enters my head – I could make a series of mistakes and get her pregnant.

I could force us to test out this relationship by committing first, worrying about the consequences later.

Isn’t that how our ancestors did it? Wouldn’t it fulfill some deep, primal need to plant my seed inside of Myra tonight?

I’m the only man who ever touched her and if I gave her a baby… I could keep it that way. I assume I love her because she’s the only woman who ever caused me to entertain such an insane series of thoughts.

Myra’s smile nearly makes me cum when she sits back in my car.

“Do I have to take you home tonight?”

She looks up at me slightly fearful, but with enough excitement that I feel encouraged.

“Where else would you take me?”

“A nice hotel. Where we could both relax.”

“I don’t have money for that. I’m in grad school and I’m just a tutor.”

“You will never have to pay for a thing in my presence.”

“Michael…”

“Don’t argue with me. I’ll take you to the Four Seasons.”

“Buffalo has one of those?”

“Yes. Do you consent?”

She rolls her eyes. “Yes. I consent.”

“Perfect.”

We barely make it through the door to our room before our lips meet.

Our bodies press together and my dick changes the course of our night together.

Myra kisses like a much more experienced woman and she makes me feel like I’m new to all of this.

With this much privacy and luxury surrounding us, I feel far more relaxed than I did at the guest house.

I hope Myra likes this space too. I touch her cheek and then her lips and then finally touch her breasts as I kiss her against the wall.

She picked the perfect outfit for our date tonight.

One of those teacher dresses, but this one hugs her chest so I can see at least three inches of Myra’s ample cleavage.

I love her chest. She has the perfect pair of breasts that I wish I could spend more time licking and sucking on.

Myra’s nipples are dark brown and as I touch her breasts through her dress, I can feel them straining through her bra as they harden into points.

My cock jumps in my pants again. I bend my head to kiss Myra’s neck. She whimpers as I suck on her flesh.

“You are so fucking sexy…”

Goosebumps break out across Myra’s skin. I love how easy it is to provoke a response out of her. She is so fucking sensitive.

“I like you, Myra… I want to be with you…”

I slide her dress off her shoulder and kiss my way across Myra’s shoulder to her collar bone. She lets me kiss her and shrugs the dress off her shoulder when it’s almost there. I move her bra strap off her shoulder next. I can’t wait to get her breasts out of that bra…

I slide the black lace over Myra’s breast and free the mounds of flesh into my grasp as I release her second breast and drop Myra’s pretty dress to the ground. She makes a soft, excited moan as I massage her breasts. We’re still pressed against the wall, right there in the hotel room’s entrance.

“Bed,” I whisper. “I need you in a bed tonight…”

I hike up one of Myra’s thighs and she lets me hold her up while I keep kissing her against the wall, too tempted by her lips to move. After a deep, long kiss, I cup Myra’s ass cheeks and lift her off the ground, carrying her all the way over to the hotel room’s California King bed.

Once we’re horizontal, I lose any control I might have had.

Myra’s bra flies across the room and I lose myself kissing the soft flesh of her massive breasts.

I love a woman with a giant pair of breasts and Myra’s are the biggest pair of natural ones I’ve ever seen.

She certainly has the largest breasts I’ve ever massaged.

My cock jerks excitedly against my pants as my tongue follows my fingers and I gently suck on Myra’s exposed, dark brown nipples.

Her tits are fucking sexy. I run my thumbs over her nipples to make Myra squeal before sucking on them more.

I can feel her crotch getting more soaked as our bodies rub together.

The sexy black lace panties covering her sexy treasure might not survive the night.

I don’t mind buying her new panties for the pleasure of ripping them away from Myra’s thick ass thighs.

“You smell delicious, Myra.”

I kiss her stomach. She whimpers. I kiss the top of her underwear and fight the temptation to rip them away from her again.

One day. One day I’ll rip those panties off and drive my tongue between Myra’s legs without asking permission.

Tonight, I take my pleasures more slowly.

First, I peel her underwear off her thighs, easing them over Myra’s knees and tossing them to the ground.

My mouth waters with desire for her wetness.

My sex drive around this woman shoots through the roof.

I crave putting my dick deep inside her, but I have to go slowly.

I have to tease her and give Myra a night to remember.

I kiss the tops of her thighs and then spread them apart.

It sounds like opening up a papaya. Wet. Juicy. And delicious as fuck.

Myra’s wet juices spill from her pussy and I press my face up to her lips to drink her up before she gets the bed too soaked for us to sleep in.

I feel like I tipped a coconut to my lips and I’m allowing the delicious water to soak my tongue.

My fingers sink into Myra’s thick thighs as my tongue starts moving furiously to eat her out.

My dick is hard enough to nearly break in half.

Myra’s pussy juices all over me with so much unbridled excitement that I push my tongue inside her deeper, desperate to taste every inch of her.

I want her in a hotel room every damn night – not just now.

It’s too bad this has to be a secret. I wouldn’t subject any woman to meeting my family unless she was absolutely certain she wanted to deal with what would surely be an unpleasant situation.