Sex with My Mafia Stepbrother

It was finally the day I’ve been waiting for and the thought if it made me feel a flush of emotions.

I sat down quietly and allowed the make up artist to apply the make up on my face.

I couldn’t believe it was really happening – my wedding day but if there was anything I was grateful for, it was that it happened and my mom was seeing today.

It made me emotional to think of my mom and how she may have survived but may not likely live long enough to see me have kids.

The thoughts of it only sent tears to my eyes but I tried my best to sniff back the tears so I wouldn’t think my makeup.

“You look amazing hunny.”

It was my mom and her voice was silvery and calm. I could tell from the expression on her face that she was also glad that she could witness the event.

“It wasn’t the saw when I met your father,” she said to me. “And I’m glad.”

I turned slightly and looked at her. “Why?”

“Because we were so in love and no one approved of our marriage. No one wanted us to be together so it was us against them. But it’s not the case for you baby, we’re all in support of you and we hope you both have the best wedding.”

“But mom-” I interrupted. “If no one agreed then how come you both got married?”

“That’s because we fought against all odds. I was madly in love with him and would do anything to be with him.” She paused and I could see a small smile tug on her face. “He even suggested that we elope together and be happy forever.”

“Did you agree?” I asked kind of curious to know this part of the story.

She barely told me stories about my father not this may just be a bonus since it’s my wedding so I smiled and waited for her response.

She laughed at first and then looked back at me. “Of course I did but we didn’t have everything it took to leave everything behind and start afresh. We woke up that morning after making plans of eloping the previous night. We woke up at the same time like we were waiting for the first person to wake and we began laughing. It was so funny that we just laughed and kissed and cuddled ourselves.”

A small smile crept on my lips as I listened to the romantic story.

“We decided to continue living together and then the fights started happening but whenever he hit me, he would always apologize with gifts and even offer to make Tacos cause he knew how much I loved it.”

“I’m grateful that you’re giving me the privilege of seeing you marry and I hope that you remain in a peaceful marriage void of abuse.”This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

Tears welled in my eyes as she said those words but I could no longer hold back the tears so it flowed down.

“I’m sorry,” I said hastily turning to the makeup artist. “I’m sorry I’m getting so emotional and ruining the make up.”

“It’s fine, I got it.” She picked up a makeup brush and began applying makeup back to my face.

“I know you’re nervous Tiff but try to be calm. It’s your wedding and trust me, you don’t want to be walking around with a bad makeup.”

I gave a small nod in agreement. I needed to stop crying and ruining my damn make up.

“Sorry,” I blurted again. “I’ll have it in control.”

“Says someone who cannot even control her emotions,” my mom teased and I smiled at her.

“Like I was saying Tiff, every successful marriage is just the both parties fighting against all odds. Mine wasn’t perfect because one party stopped fighting and began fighting the other party. Once there’s a rift in marriage, the end result is always disastrous.”

My mom resumed her story but my mind was no longer there. All I could think of was if Luciano and I would last together.

I kept asking myself if this was what I really wanted or if I was just doing it because of Massimo.

Of course not, I’m in love with Luciano and I know it.

* * *

We got to the church and the veil covered my face as I walked inside.

My heartbeat increased but I was also excited. I could see that there were very few people in the church and the security was very tight.

I looked at one of the armed men and I imagined a scenario where there was an outbreak.

I brushed the thought off cause I knew Zino wouldn’t even let that happen. He would never let anything ruin my wedding and that was one of the assurances that kept me calm.

“You’re such a beautiful bride,” Zino said as he held my hands and walked me to the alter.

A moment I always dreamt of but then – I never thought it would be my reality.

Everyone had a smile on their faces and Zino- he looked like a proud father. Although we were too young for this, I only wished it would turn out well and Luciano wouldn’t go for better-looking women when I give birth.

I raised my head and there he was.

Luciano looked so good mo one else could compete with him.

He raised his handkerchief to his eyes and gently wiped off his tears.

I knew he also loves me and I wouldn’t be like my mother that was in love with a man who doesn’t love her.

I walked to him and at the end of the vows I smiled. “I do,” I confirmed and a round of applause followed.

I wore a wide smile and then looked at the audience. I locked eyes with Massimo and then kissed Luciano.

I looked back at them and smirked that I fulfilled that fantasy of kissing my man right in their presence.

Tiffany

Heat released me as Luciano pushed the door open with his legs and kept his lips locked with mine.

I moaned into his mouth as his hands held my waist and pushed my to the wall with one push.

My tongue slowed to a lazy, passive pace and my hands held his back in a firm grip. Luciano caught my lower lip between his teeth and I winced as he bit my lips gently.

“I can’t believe you’re mine,” he said again and whirled his tongue around mine. I was forced to wriggle away cause he making it so complicated to remain calm.

I needed him as much as he could imagine and I couldn’t wait any more second to show him beat I’ve always wanted.

“I can’t believe it,” he said again. “I can’t believe that I own you.”

I raised my hands and brushed it against his lips. “Shhh, I’m the one in control here.”

He smiled and then gave a nod confirming what I just said. “Fine,” he chuckled. “You’re the one in control.”

I gently unbuttoned his shirt as the flow went and kissed him gently on his bare chest. I could see the trickle it sent to his spoke and that made me smile.

I loved it when Luciano was losing control gently. I paused and then took off my dress.

I tossed it to the floor and walked out of it. I was left in a bralette and a g-string that revealed my butt.

I softly squeezed my ass making sure he saw that and smiled at him. “What do you think?”

Of course I was flirting with him and it felt so good to know that we weren’t doing anything wrong and there was no need to be worried about anyone finding out about us.

“I’ll ask again,” I said and gently took off the laced g-string.

“Fuck,” he blurted and swallowed hard. I could see that he was trying so hard to not grab me and do whatever he wanted to do to me.

We agreed I was in control and so he was trying to go with the agreement.

“You don’t look too comfortable,” I muttered. “Want to tell me why?”

“Fuck, you’re driving me crazy Tiffany. How- how do you expect me to be okay when you’re half naked in front of me? I am resisting the urge to take you right now and fuck you.”

“I know,” I told him. “But you have to calm down cause I’ll be giving you a show first. You just have to make sure that you don’t have a boner.”

“Too late,” he blurted. “I’m fucking hard and the erection is painfully killing me.”

My eyes fell to his trousers and I could see his dick. It made me smile to know that I got him hard from just a little show.

“In that case, I’ll be faster.”

I took off the brallete and now I was completely naked. I took a step forward to him and then slipped one of my fingers into my pussy.

“How about you watch me touch myself?”

“Fuck.”

I moaned softly and bit my lower lip as I kept touching myself. His hands were filled with veins and I could tell that he could no longer control himself.

“I want you so bad, fuck- I can’t wait.”

“Then don’t wait,” I told him and stood right in front of him.

His heavy breath hit my face and mine hits his she dragged me to sit on him. The hot surges of arousal roll through my stomach and I tilted my hips.

“Fuck you’re so wet,” he muttered when I led his hands inside me.

He quickly got rid of his trouser and was now naked. I could see his erection and all I could think of was him deep inside me.

I swallowed hard as the need to be fucked filled my head. I shifted my hips to him every time he used his dick to tease the my entrance.

I gasped and he kissed me harder as his thigh tenses against my incredibly wet and swollen pussy.

His thick, hard cock pressed into my belly while his hands slide to my hips.

“Please,” I moaned slowly losing myself. “Please fuck me.”

God, I want him to fuck me, already. I want to put his dick in my mouth and hold my hair while he let me feel the veins on his dick with my tongue.

I so want him to fuck me and suck my tits simultaneously. I want to see his dick slide between my skin right before he drags his throbbing dick down my belly to my pussy and fucks me really hard.

“What do you want, Tiffany?” He registered to my ear and licked my ear.

I felt a tingling sense but the tingles in my pussy was craving to be touched.

“To fuck me,” I said hastily.

“Say it again,” he told me.

“I want you to fuck me Luciano.”

His thumb reached the middle of my legs and gently rubbed on my clit making me yearn for more. His second finger joins it and he spreads me open before sliding them between my creases

“Ourghhhhh,” I moaned out the moment his dick slid into me.

He kept going gently until he increased his pace and I could feel tears of pleasure dropping from my eyes.

He continued fucking me hard till I was close to cumming.

“I think I’m-” I managed to say but I began shaking and fuck, I was squirting.

He kissed my forehead and fell to the bed. I couldn’t close my mouth yet so I took a moment to reminisce the beautiful moment of his dick in me.

When I was done cleaning up I found him staring at me.

“What?” I asked.

“You do not still want to be in the mafia family?”

I frowned cause I couldn’t remember saying that. “What are you talking about?”

His gaze fell to my tummy. “Do you feel like you would no longer have anything to do with me?”

“We’re stuck even if we split,” I told him.

He gave a small nod. “Remember, no going out.”

“No going out too,” I told him and he leaned forward and brushed his lips against mine.

I welcomed his lips and whirled my tongue around his.

THE END.

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