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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 5

I could feel his eyes on me as I focused my efforts on quickly unbuttoning his shirt to expose his upper half before my hand moved to pull down his pants. He pushed me down gently onto my back on the bed before getting on top of me. It felt like my lifelong wish had been granted when I felt the heat of his naked skin on mine. He straddled my hips before removing the used condom from his cock. All the while his eyes roved around my body, and I suddenly felt very self-conscious under his intense gaze filled with desire.

"You're absolutely beautiful. I can't resist my desire to be inside you again," he admitted in a low, seductive whisper.

His words made heat rush to my cheek, and I didn't think that I was an outstanding beauty in any way. However, just hearing him say those sweet words brought happiness to me along with a warm fluttering feeling in my chest. I kept my eyes on his attractive face as he tore open a new pack of condoms before deftly rolling the new condom along the length of his erect love stick. I knew that he was now ready for our second round, and my insides quivered in anticipation of feeling his massive shaft filling me up deep inside again.

He positioned himself between my thighs, his hands on my thighs before he lifted them upwards and spread them wide apart as his hips settled in between them. I felt my love hole stretch wide open to welcome him as he positioned the engorged head of his thick manhood at my dripping entrance. My hips lifted impatiently off the bed, thrusting my entrance against the head of his cock.

"There's no need to rush. I'll satisfy you as many times as you wish. I'll make you come until you can't anymore..." he whispered teasingly as he pressed the head of his thick cock against my opening.

I let out a soft moan before letting out a loud cry when he suddenly thrust his hard shaft deeply into my wet cunt. His powerful thrust felt like proof that he was going to live up to the promise that he had just made. I cried out again as my hips jerked upwards to meet his thrust halfway as I ran my hand along his muscular back. The sexy stranger did not pause before pounding his massive rod in and out of my body as the rhythm of our wild mating intensified. I felt the heat of his cock sliding against my pussy walls and stimulating it as he filled and stretched my love tunnel to the brim. It felt unbelievably amazing how deep he was hitting me and how every thrust pounded against the sensitive spot deep inside of me.

"It's so deep. It feels so good. Don't stop, please..." I moaned as my hips continued moving to match his rhythm.

"I'm glad that you like it. Moan for me. Let me hear your sweet voice," he whispered seductively before he thrust his thick cock even deeper into me than before.

My wet insides spasmed uncontrollably around his thick member as his thrust continued to stimulate my pleasure spots. My entire body felt heavy, and my legs went weak on the bed as my pussy got wetter for him. I cried out even louder as I lifted my hips off the bed to meet his wild, abandoned thrusts. My insides burned so hot with the flames of my desire and all I could do was beg him for more.

"Please... harder! Harder... fuck me... harder!" I begged so shamelessly, though I was shocked at how blunt I had become.

I could never imagine myself saying something like this to my boyfriend because it was so unlike me. I was reminded that this was part of the beauty of doing it with someone that I would never meet again. There was no need to worry about how he would judge me because when morning came, we would go separate ways to live our lives as if tonight never happened. We didn't have a future together, so all we could do was enjoy ourselves to the utmost in that moment.

That night, I lost count of the number of times that he made me climax and the number of times that I begged him to take me faster and harder. My body finally reached its limit, and I could no longer go on.

"You look tired. You should spend the night here. I already paid for the room so you don't have to worry," he said to me quite casually after he had gotten dressed.

I felt slightly disappointed that he wasn't going to spend the night with me, but then I realized that now that our sex was over, there was no reason for him to stay. I gave him a small wave from the bed one last time while thinking that it was foolish of me to expect anything more of him because he wasn't my lover. I let my eyes drift closed as I listened to the hotel room door close behind him. In the end, he left without me ever catching his name. It felt like there was an unspoken promise between us not ask about each other's identity, and I figured that that was for the best.

I fell asleep with a blissful smile on my lips as I looked forward to a brighter future when morning came. When I wake up tomorrow, I was determined to start a new life while leaving behind the past including all the rotten and bitter memories of my boyfriend and best friends betrayal. At that moment, I only felt a slight regret that I also had to leave behind memories of the passionate and steamy night that I just had. My lover for the night was just too sexy and too good in bed. His asset was so thick and long compared to the few lovers that I've had in the past, and it felt a little depressing that I would not be seeing him again.

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