Sex with My Mafia Stepbrother

I walked into the bathroom to take a piss. I held my flaccid dick in one hand and smiled. It felt good, too real to be true.

‘That was epic’ I just had sex with Tiffany and the best part was that she enjoyed it too. Although she didn’t say anything about it but I knew it. Those scream, that shaking.

A woman could fake the screaming but not that shaking.

I could see it on her face. The way her face lit up as she moaned, the way her body jolted to my touch and the way her cheeks turned red when we came.

It was all an experience for her and I was glad I made her experience it.

I sighed audibly as I washed my face from the tap. Since we arrived London, it was the first time I was missing school for something worth it.

“Tiffany” I said to myself. I’ve had to take care of bullshit and issues but none of them made me feel contended and happy like today.

As I opened the door of the bathroom and walked to the table, I sat down.

My laptop was open and I used the keyboard to get a file I saved.

I sighed and grabbed my phone from my pocket. I looked at the screen of the laptop again before looking at my phone.

I needed to speak with my father immediately. I couldn’t believe Massimo was alive and the researches I’ve been making may be true.

I sent a text and when it delivered, I dropped the phone on the table.

I used my hands to hold my head as a way of managing thoughts but I couldn’t stop the thoughts.

What if I missed.

What if he was regenerated and modified.

What it it was just karma and my imagination.

There was no way I would have believed it. Massimo couldn’t have been alive and if he was- then there was a problem.

“Fuck!” I blurted as I checked the phone again.

There was still no response from my dad and that made me sigh in frustration.

I needed to hear someone say this was going to be okay but he wasn’t answering his calls neither was he responding to my texts.

I typed again and read out the message.

“I fucking hate you.” I felt so much anger as I sent the text to him.

I needed him to call me back but there he was acting like I didn’t exist.

I stood up to my feet and turned to the wall thinking of a plan. I couldn’t come up with anything and that made me angrier.

I needed to get a grip of myself so I paused to think.

The phone jittered on the table and I quickly reached for the phone.

There was a message notification and I felt a part of me leap in hope as I opened the text.

“It’s useless, be a man,” I read out.

Did he just ask me to be a man in the moment where I need him the most?

I swallowed hard as I felt hot tears well in my eyes.

I tossed my phone to the floor in anger and growled in frustration.

“Noooo!!!” I yelled. “Fuck!!” I kept yelling and hitting the wall.

I sat on the bed with my hands covering my face. I tried to blink back the tears in my eyes but I couldn’t. I was supposed to be have grown the heart of a real man. The heart that doesn’t break over anything no mater what happens.

The door squeaked open and Tiffany walked in.

“I made food,” she said as she walked in with a bright smile.

I could tell that she was feeling really great. Her face was beaming with smile and she had this cute eyes.

“Are you okay?” She asked immediately and raised her brows.

I quickly turned my face away and sniffed back my running nose.

I didn’t want her to see this part of me or get worried that something was wrong. The last thing I wanted was for Tiff to be worried about me.

When she saw that I was not responding to her, she dropped the tray of food on a table and walked closer to me.

For a moment, I thought she was going to ask me questions but she didn’t.

She reached for my shoulder and wrapped her hands around me. Her embrace was warm and peaceful.

“Shhh,” she said and continued holding me tight.

I held her hands for a moment and she pulled me closer to hug her. I couldn’t help it, it felt good to be loved and to be taken care of.

“I’ve got you,” she said in a whisper.

I gave a small not and before I knew it, I was crying in her arms.

I felt vulnerable but she was my safe haven and nothing else mattered.

She used her fingers to wipe the tears away from my face and reached for my lip. She kissed me gently and it sent a spark to my body.

All of me knew she was what I wanted and the only thing I needed.

I grabbed her and her lips slid into mine.

I kissed her back without withholding. I didn’t need to think of it when it came to Tiffany.

My hand clasped firmly against her flat tummy, prodding her ass on to me.

She groaned and I continued.

I felt her fingers curl around my back while I shoved my hands to the band of her pant and push. She moved her hips, in an attempt to help me get the fabric down her ass.

When the fabric touched her knees, my mouth released her and she gripped my shoulder.

I kissed her one more time and she could barely return my kiss before I broke off and smirked.

I turned her around and pulled her ass toward me.

In split seconds, Tiffany was moaning loudly. I pressed into her back and my length settled between the cheeks of her ass.This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Fuck, yes!” Tiffany moaned. “Keep doing it.”

Her breath hitches and my dick kept the strokes going till she couldn’t take it any longer.

The warmth of her flesh and pussy made me open my mouth slightly.

She felt so good, so tight and right there I forgot all my problems existed.

“Ourghh,” she moaned again. “Don’t stop.”

“I won’t,” I assured her as I grabbed her titties.