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One Night's Mistake With My Stepbrother

WARNING: HIGH SEXUAL CONTENT!! I got dumped by my fiancé then decided to do something out of the ordinary-Spending night stands with a total stranger! Only, the man I had a passionate one-night stand with turned out to be my stepbrother... and the mafia boss.
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Chapter 3

I could feel his fingers caressing along the walls of my pussy as they clenched desperately around his fingers, as if working to suck his fingers in even deeper inside my love tunnel. Even though he had just buried his fingers inside of me, it already felt so amazing. The pleasure made me greedy for even more, and I couldn't wait for him to pound his fingers fast and hard in and out of me until I reach my climax.

"Ahh... Ahh! It's so deep," I cried out.

I cried out repeatedly after that when his fingers began moving inside of me. My whimpering cries and my passionate moans echoed loudly all around us along with the loud squelching sounds of his fingers messing up the wetness between my legs. He rammed his finger faster and harder into my love hole, exactly the way I had dreamed of. The pleasure that exploded in my mind felt numbing, and it was unlike anything I had ever experienced before in my life. It felt like he knew my body very well, and he was abusing this knowledge to stimulate all my pleasure spots.

His fingers stretched and thrusted into my wet cunt from various angles as he made sure to make me experience various versions of pleasure. My legs became weak as his fingers continued hammering upwards against my pleasure spot. My hips bucked and thrust uncontrollably as I rode his fingers. Suddenly, his fingers curled up inside of me and thrusted firmly against my G-spot, making me cry out loudly from the uncontrollable pleasure that bursted inside of me. It felt like I could see stars, and after a few more intense thrusts, I climaxed spectacularly.

"You look so adorable when you cum," he whispered before he slowly removed his fingers from my twitching pussy.

I whimpered weakly, and it felt like a small miracle that I could still remain standing. The wall behind me and the man in front of me helped me maintain my balance. Suddenly, it felt like my world spun around as he suddenly grabbed my body and spun me around to face the wall. I let my hands flatten against the wall instinctively as my dominant lover lifted the skirt of my dress to expose my backside to him. He rolled down my panties off my ass and slipped them down my legs in one smooth and experienced motion. He urged me to bend over, and I quickly complied after kicking my panties out of the way.

"Everything about you is so pretty, even your ass. Bend over and stick out your ass. That's it, you're such a good girl," he instructed.

As his hand caressed my naked behind, I had a very good idea of what he wanted to do to me. My pussy quivered in anticipation and excitement, while I couldn't wait for him to give it to me fast and hard from behind as if we were two wild animals mating. Although the hotel room had a large king-size bed prepared for us, it seemed like we were both too impatient to even make that short journey to the bed. I heard him unbuckling his belt and then unzipping his pants.

"I can't wait anymore. You can't wait any longer either, can you? Let me fuck you real hard," he whispered directly into my ear as he leaned over me from behind.

I turned around and glanced down at the thick and long hardness of his cock. The handsome stranger quickly lost patience as he pressed the head of his engorged cock against my throbbing opening before he began grinding his hips against me, rubbing the head of his cock against my opening teasingly without entering me. My pussy twitched and quivered in anticipation of his entrance as his seductive teasing only made me yearn for him even more than before.

"Ahhh! Ahh... Ahhh! Oh my... Ahh," I cried out as if I had completely lost my mind.

His impressively massive, thick, and strong cock screwed itself all the way into my throbbing pussy in one powerful thrust, burying his entire length deeply inside of me. In fact, I had no idea if he was all the way in yet, but it felt like he had already filled me up so completely. His gigantic member was much larger than I had ever imagined, and it did hurt to suddenly take him in. Although I was far from being a virgin, his massive shaft was the biggest that I had ever encountered, even with my limited number of past lovers. My handsome lover remained still for a brief moment as if allowing for a chance for my pussy to adjust to the shape and size of his cock. When he reared his hips back before pounding his cock even harder and deeper inside of me, I let out a scream. This time, he made sure to penetrate me even deeper than before as his cock slammed roughly against my womb.

"Your pussy is so tight. It's squeezing my cock," he groaned as he continued to thrust his massive shaft rapidly in and out of my hole.

His large manly hands gripped the side of my hips as his movements became rougher and more desperate. His thrusts beat his cock into my wetness while making sure to hit my womb with every single thrust that left me reeling from the pleasure.

My pussy ached as the heat inside of my core burned with unstoppable intensity. My mind was slowly going blank from lust as dirty wet sounds erupted from his shaft pounding and stirring my wetness. Our passionate mating led to lewd sounds echoing wildly all around us. Our hips slapped together as he jerked his cock even faster in and out of me, his balls slapping against my wet opening as he made sure to bury the entire length of his shaft into me. I cried out uncontrollably as I threw my head back while my back arched.

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