Prohibited 2:Illicit Affairs(8)

By: Donnee Patrese


“Mikey, NO!” She began but my fingers in her pussy silenced her.

I pulled my rock hard cock through the slit in my boxers and squeezed myself between her legs. I replaced my fingers with my cock and began to roughly pound her.

She tried to fight me a little but I didn’t let up. I fucked her with Maxine on my mind. How dare Maxine turn me down?

Our love making was frantic and rough the complete opposite of what it was normally like with Stacey.

Finally, I felt that familiar pressure building that comes right before I erupt.

I came deep inside of her.

It wasn’t a very good orgasm.

I laid there for a minute before getting up and heading to the bathroom.

Stacey laid there with her fragile hand on her face. I could hear her loud sobbing seeping through the bathroom door and I couldn’t understand why the hell she would be crying. She got what she wanted.

Women! I thought. They are never satisfied.





Chapter 4


Michael




“We should probably go with the full slab of granite instead of the tile. We will get a better return that way.” Lorenzo said to our general contractor as they went over details about finishing up the kitchen.

Our real-estate company was on everyone’s lips lately. Our houses were selling the best in the city and money was rolling in. This project, however, was more of a challenge. We were two days behind and needed to finish asap.

I walked into the kitchen and they both looked up.

“Mike, just in time. We are finalizing the kitchen design.”

I smiled, walked over and slapped our general contractor on the back.

“Good, good. I’m happy to hear that. Remember kitchens sell houses.”

They looked at me suspiciously.

“What’s gotten into you?” Rick our contractor asked.

I looked at him with false confusion on my face. I knew that I was a little bit happier than usual.

“What, a man can’t be in a good mood?”

“Yes,” said Lorenzo. “A man can, unless that man is Michael Salvatore Sr., on a job site, dealing with a nasty divorce. That man is rarely ever in a good mood.”

I laughed.

Apparently that made them even more wary of my behavior.

“Rick, can you give me and my buddy here a minute?”

Rick didn’t say a word. He just collected his samples and walked out of the door. Once he was gone, Lorenzo pounced.

“What the fuck is going on with you? Did you finally get the divorce finalized?”

I shook my head.

“I wish, but sadly no. That is not why I have been in such a good mood.”

I leaned against a wooden beam that would soon be a part of the kitchen wall still with a smile on my face.

“Okay, no more guessing. Spill the beans. What’s going on?”

I was going to joke around with him a little bit more but I decided against that. Lorenzo didn’t particularly like guessing games.

“Okay, so I finally had a heart to heart with Maxine and…”

“Ahh…,” he interrupted. “I see. I should have guessed. That is a smile of a man getting some good pussy.”

I chuckled. Lorenzo has no tact.

“Yes, we are officially back together and this time I am not letting her go.”

He slapped me on the arm.

“Well congratulations man. I wish nothing but happiness for you both.”

I arched an eyebrow.

“That’s not what you were saying before,” I reminded him. “Before you were saying I was too old, she was too young and it would never really work out.”

He folded his arms across his chest.

“I know what I said, but that was before all the shit hit the fan. I didn’t really know what was going on with Maria and I didn’t really know how much you loved Maxine.”

I slapped him back on the arm.

“Fair enough.” I replied.

“So,” he began. “You are now once again a part of the ‘getting pussy regularly club’.”

I laughed.

“Hey, when did I get kicked out and when did you get in?”

“Well, once I began fucking a certain waitress and your pussy supply was eliminated.” He said through laughter. “It’s about time you rejoined the club.”

“Who’s joining what club?” Mikey said entering the kitchen.

I moved away from the wooden beam and took a step forward folding my arms across my chest. Lorenzo could feel the tension and I could tell he was uncomfortable with it.

“Mikey,” he said. “You’re just in time. We are a couple days behind and we could use all the hands we can get.”

“I’m here to do whatever I can do,” he said. “The more money we make on these houses, the more money my mother gets in alimony.”

Lorenzo didn’t respond. He just went back to measuring the counter top, the same counter top he already measured. I just stared at my son and wondered if I should take the bait. He wanted to piss me off but I was in too good of a mood to let him ruin it.