Page 33 of Forbidden Property
I can’t do this anymore. I flip her over onto her back. I have to look into her eyes. I have to see her, and get closer to her… and get my dick all the way inside her. Geralynn gasps as I throw her onto her back and then pin her wrists over her head. Our eyes meet. It’s perfect. I need her.
“I’m sorry. I promise, Geralynn… I’ll be groveling for the rest of my life.”
Our bodies align in bed as I move against her. I’m careful of her bump, but desperate for as much of her body as possible to press into mine. I can feel her heartbeat and her softness. My cravings become too strong for me to ignore. I press my lips to hers and as our eyes close, and all we can do is feel each other,the head of my cock easily finds Geralynn’s soaking entrance and I slide inside her.
She moans loudly, probably because her ass still burns from where I smacked it and also because taking my big pierced cock in one thrust must hurt her. She feels tight. Soaking wet, but still perfectly tight and wrapped around my cock.
My hips sink into her as my cock strains to push deeper inside Geralynn. Her tightness throbs around my cock. I haven’t felt so good in my entire life. With her hands still pinned above her head by her wrists, I move slowly and fuck Geralynn in my bed with a yielding to my softer desires that I didn’t expect.
I planned on spanking her. On forcing my cock down her throat. Not this…
I’ve always liked broken things.
Of course you’re broken.
Yes. You end up that way if you grow up in a mafia family. You simply see too much from a young age, and there’s the responsibility that your family places on you and the knowledge that your entire community relies on this natural order, where you must remain on top and in control at all times. This drive to dominate others preceded me and always kept me separate from all other people except my twin brother, the only other person who could perfectly understand my situation.
Geralynn chisels cracks in the stone encasing my heart. And she’s just so warm that my heart craves beating alongside hers and joining along with that perfect warmth. I slide my cock into her nice and slow, enjoying the way her sheath tightens around my dick. Each stroke moves my body closer to a climax.
I can’t stop kissing her as we make love and with each slow thrust, she joins me on the wave of pleasure building between us. I need her to cum with me. One of my hands snakes between Geralynn’s thighs. I’m close and I need to feel her milking the cum out of my cock. Teasing her clit sends her over the edge easily. Once my fingers slip around her lower lips and find that sweet spot, she pushes her hips to meet my fingers and I know that I’ve found the right spot.
I move my hips with one last thrust as I pleasure her and Geralynn climaxeshard.I love the way her body feels when she cums. I bury my face into her shoulder and kiss her neck, sucking on her shoulder as my own pleasure mounts. Her taste does it for me. I groan and push my hips forward, allowing myself to let go.
My cum erupts from my cock, spurting deep inside of Geralynn. Even if she’s already pregnant, there’s a surge of arousal at the sensation of emptying my cum inside her bare pussy.Mine. I’m claiming her as mine.I don’t pull out of Geralynn immediately. Instead, I stare into her soft brown eyes and then kiss her while my cock softens between her pretty, soaking wet thighs.
Chapter Seventeen
Peter
Gino and I have been working out together more lately. He’s a couple dozen pounds lighter than I am, but he’ll put on muscle quickly judging by the discipline I’ve seen so far. Our new partnership in the family developed naturally because even if he’s far younger than me, we’re both single and neither of us have kids.
My cousin Gino and I look different enough that nobody compares us when we’re out together and I don’t have the weight that comes with being the underboss’s brother tagging along with me when I’m trying to get a simple workout in. Everything about us looks physically different, so you can barely tell that we’re cousins.
He has black hair, blue eyes. My hair is like Michael’s, maybe a touch lighter – somewhere between brown and blond. My eyes are distinctly green and rare enough that people stop me to comment on them. Gino still has a softer body than I do, but that won’t last long with the discipline I’ve seen from the kid so far.
He’s just about to turn twenty-eight and unlike his brother, Gino has a good head on his shoulders. He found it hard to hit his macros in Italy because of all the bread, wine, and cheese, but after six months of training together, the kid finally looks likesomething. He’ll get stronger over time and in the time we’ve worked together already, I’ve come to trust him. The kid is very different from his creep brother… I like that Luigi makes Renzo his problem and his problem only.
Belladonna’s, a bar downtown that used to be lowkey, isn’t the same without my cousin Nicki working behind the bar part time. She’s pretty easy to manipulate for free drinks. I don’t like paying for the shit they have on tap, but it still gets me drunk. Tonight, I’ll have to fork up some cash. I won a pretty hefty sum betting on the last Syracuse Salt Potatoes minor league baseball game, so I might as well burn it all up on booze since it’s all ill-gotten gains in the first place.
I need to relax tonight. All the shit going down with the family has me on edge and the type of work I do for them doesn’t exactly make it easy for me to chill the fuck out. The bullshit that went down in Pittsburgh is only a small sliver of the tectonic shifts happening in our family power structure.
The best part of being a kid right in the middle is you learn that staying away from extremes is a much safer place to be than people give credit. I would much rather survive in this family than die in a quest for useless power. Scanning the bar, I witness no threats for the time being, but I still can’t relax. Most likely because my cousin is making an ass of himself instead of ordering us pints.
Gino leans over the bar with his eyes widened like goddamn Pepé Le Pew staring at the black chick just trying to do her job. I shift bar stools and tune into their conversation, expecting flirting but only hearing young people arguing over politics with fury that should be converted into more useful and pleasurable sexual energy instead of rage.
I’m about to chime in and ask for my own beer when Gino makes another misstep, causing the dark-skinned beauty to raise her eyebrows and launch into another lecture. Telling herthat a certain politician was “just trying his best” appears not to have been the best move. Young men are so… foolish. Most of us squander the opportunities we have with our youth. I know that I did. Luckily, I don’t crave any power within our family, so I graciously lick my wounds and accept that money is a fairly decent consolation prize.
There’s a break in the conversation, and I hope that Gino breaks the younger generation’s curse of involuntary celibacy. It would be easier for men if they learned something so simple it’s surprising that it works – Shut the fuck up if you’re trying to get laid.
Especially talking about politics. It’s easy to stay quiet, honestly since whichever dickhead sits in the White House doesn’t affect my bank account. The mayor of Buffalo? That’s an election I give a shit about. I guess that makes me a fucking idiot, but at least I’m not getting yelled at over a flat napkin-flavored IPA from a local brewery.
Gino breaks free from the conversation, red in the face and armed with three tequila shots that I just saw him pull out a fifty dollar bill for. Unbelievable. He slides into the stool next to me, shaken up like he just watched me run over a deer or something. It’s hard not to laugh at the kid.
“Why are they so scary?” Gino mutters.
“Who? Bartenders?”
Gino glares at me, completely missing the fact that I’m pulling his leg.
