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Sex With My Mafia Step brother

A faint gasp escaped my throat as I held both sides of the chair and bit my lower lips with my eyes closed. Damn! I want this, this is what I have been looking for. Excitement exploded through my body as I felt Luciano's middle finger attempt to move my pants aside then he stopped. "You have to be a good girl and be patient" His voice sounds hoarse "I want you to beg for it". A mischievous smirk appeared on his face as he watch me quickly put down my skirt and close my legs. I can't believe what I just let happen. dang it! "You fucking, dickhead!" I groaned through clenched teeth. Luciano just shrugged, he took a sharp turn toward the entrance of our father's mansion. "I can be your favorite dick" he smirked.
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Chapter 1

TIFFANY'S POV

I bit my lower lips to restrict myself from screaming but who am I trying to deceive pleasure?

'Oh, yeah!'.

With my grip tight on its handle, I make the dildo vibrate as I explore myself. I can say I am selfish but I have never been satisfied, not when I am just coming back from Joe, my boyfriend's house about an hour ago and I still find myself doing this.

You can keep calling me a bad girl but I like it, I like the fact that I had to sneak in after my stepfather had told me to come back before 11 O'clock or stay home. Bet you can't tell a horny girl to stay in one place, can you try?

Slowly, I caress my clit with the sex toy, dammmmmn.

I have always wanted this, from a capable person and not from someone who is just hot, has a good size of dick, and still does not know how to use it.

I spread my legs wide open as I lick the four long fingers of my left palm and rubbed them on the opening of my body. At this point, it's not really necessary as I am already wet but I just want it to be super slimy.

A faint gasp escaped my throat as I slowly move the toy in and out of me.

I like the size, I like how hard it is, I like it makes me try to squish it in me.

But I wasn't concentrating.

I am 18, I just finished high school and my stepdad is making me stay home longer than I expect while he claims that he is preparing an admission into my dream school which I didn't, unfortunately, reach the required grades.

Now here I am! super horny, hate my stepfather, my mother died during an argument with him and before his son could help, mom got down the moving car, got rolled over, and died.

Just kidding, she is not dead yet but I think she might. The doctor said something like her becoming a vegetable if she woke up from this coma.

What's worst than having someone clean your ass when you are alone and just 39. Nothing!

And Luciano my stepfather's son has always been helpful, even though he is heartless and evil-looking, I see some tiny human spirit in that. Still yet, I wonder why my mum would divorce my fathers because he cheated on her with there of her best friends and marry an Italian man.

They look hot.

I mean my stepfather and his son but, they are not supposed to be...

That will not change the fact that I find Luciano super attractive.

'Yes! Luciano'.

Thinking about him alone makes my body shake. Makes that tingle, that tingling that comes when you want something.

With my eyes closed, I imagined Luciano's face. His gray eyes, stare back at me as he moves his long fingers in and out of me.

I squeeze my toes as I lift my waist to meet each of his finger thrusts. Right now what I need is him, yes! him in person.

I can take him, all of him.

I want him to choke me, spank me hard, and do all sorts of bad things to me. I want him to touch me in a forbidden way, to thrust, thrust, and thrust until I go senseless.

A jolt of pleasure explores the body as I raise my hips and moan loudly. It's coming.

'Fuuuuck, Luciano'. I cried as I bit my lower lips hard.

My whole body vibrate and I couldn't hold it any longer. That sensation, burning inside of me, eating me up, yes...

Increasing the vabration speed of the dildo, I wiggle my left index on my clit for a while before squeezing my hard nipples.

No, Luciano did it.

My stepbrother squeeze my nipples as he moved out his fingers to replace them with what I have been waiting for. For what I have been hoping to get and I know I will never get it.

A satisfying loud moan escaped my throat as I held the hem of the duvet tight and thrust my vagina faster. I thrust as fast as I could and I can feel it...I am about to cum...

"Tiffany?"

I didn't hear the door open but the next thing I noticed is someone walking in. Good thing my bed is in the corner of the room right behind my bookshelf.

Quickly, I covered myself with my duvet. Hid my pant under my head and watch Luciano walk into sight.

"What?"

I can't say, I can't say why he just stood still watching me from head to toe even when the thick duvet covered all of my small body.

His eyes roam around the room as if he was expecting or looking for something else.

"What the hell are you doing?" I screamed, "Have you ever heard about what they call privacy?"

Luciano rolled his eyes, looked at my door, and walked out without saying a word. Before I could heave a sigh of relief, I heard someone knocking at the door, and without waiting for a reply, the door swung wide open.

"Did you see my ..." Luciano paused, smiled as he walked over to my closet and raised his left hand "My charge" he turned.

I can't remember taking his phone charger after I left mine at the mall four days ago. Fine, I used it last night but how did I manage to keep it up there?

My cheeks turn red in deep embarrassment as I straighten my legs beneath the duvet. The dildo was still in my wet vagina vibrating while I stare at the person I have always wanted to have sex with.

I can't blame my body for still wanting to do the forbidden when Luciano is standing in front of me shirtless and sweaty. His hair was messy and his chest looks red, if not for the taekwondo pants he had on, I would vouch that he just had sex.

The tiny sound. That low vibrating sound!

I kept hoping Luciano would walk out now instead of looking around like he is trying to get something right. It better not be that he is listening to the noise.

I bit my lower lips to subdue the shameless moan about escaping. My breath became uneven as I tried to slowly lower my left hand into the duvet but it wasn't working that hot asshole had his gaze fixed on me.

His lips curved into a sly smirk as he shrugged, moved his hair behind his ears, and walked away.

"I don't want to know what the heck you were doing, Tiff, next time, just lock the goddam doooooor!"

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