Page 15 of My Italian Stepbrother

“What is it?” he asks me, his hands releasing my hips and softly grabbing my face.

“I’ve never,” I pause and look away, but I can tell he knows exactly what I’m about to say. “I’ve never been with a man before.”

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BENITO

Brie stares at me, and I can tell she’s nervous about my reaction. But when she tells me that, I only want her more.

I grab her face and pull it to mine again, kissing her soft plush lips and tasting her. I want to taste all of her, right here and now. Her skin is soft and the little moans she makes when I touch her have been driving me wild. And she’s so wet for me.

“Are you sure you’re ready now?” I ask her, praying she says she is.

I’d wait however long she needs for it, but right now, feeling her is overwhelming my senses. I have to have her.

“I’m sure,” she whispers, pressing her body harder against mine.

She feels so fucking good. How was I ever supposed to deny myself of her?

“Do you want to go back home first?” I trace her jaw, my gaze glued to her beautiful features, and she nods her head.

We pack everything up as quickly as we can so we can hurry back home. Every time Brie bends over to pick something up, the lust takes control of me, and I grab her to kiss her. The fifteen-minute drive back home would be complete torture.

Brie rolls the window down on the drive back. The cool summer night air blows through her hair, and she looks like a dream. I’ve never been this eager to go home.

“When are my mom and Enio going to be back?” she asks me out of the blue. So she’s worried about being caught.

“They’re at dinner with the Morricones, so they’ll be gone for a while,” I confidently reply with a laugh.

There are no other cars in the driveway when we pull in, so I’m happy I was right. As soon as we walk in the front door, I pick her up and pin her against it. She wraps her legs around me while I kiss her and bury my face in the crook of her neck.

I tightly grip her legs while I carry her up the stairs to my room. Brie giggles and holds on to me while I make my way up. When we reach my bed, I drop her down on it, and she looks up at me with a smile.

I take her chin in my hand and slowly rub my thumb across her lips, feeling its softness before slowly pushing my finger inside her mouth. I imagine her mouth on other parts of my body, and I desperately want to feel that. But this is about her now.

She spreads her legs a little wider to invite me in. I drop to my knees in front of her and kiss her thighs while she runs her fingers through my hair.

“Lie back,” I command. She smiles naughtily but obeys me.

I reach inside her skirt and pull her panties down, tossing them behind me. Her breath catches and her body trembles when I sit on my haunches, lean my face forward, and lick the wetness between her legs. She tastes so good.

“Daddy,” she moans and every ounce of control I have disappears.

I press my mouth against her and begin swirling my tongue around her clit. She gasps and sighs at the sensation, and I reach my hands up to feel her breasts while I work to make her come on my tongue.

“Don’t stop, please. Don’t stop, Daddy!” she cries out while her body writhes against the sheets on my bed. Her moans drive me wild, and I continue eating her until she stops trembling and her body stills.

She runs her fingers through my hair again, pushing me away from her. I lean back, and she slides off the bed to sit on my lap before kissing me. Her little, short skirt is still on, but I slide her sweater over her head to fully reveal her chest to me.

I unhook her bra and immediately lose myself in her breasts. They’re so big, soft, and perky. Her nipples are light pink. She breathes heavily and grips my hair while I suck her nipples. Latching my mouth on her taut bud, she arches her back and rotates her hips. As she grinds on me, I slide my hands under her skirt and pull her down against me.

“Feel that?” I whisper to her and she moans in response.

I slowly move her hips and slide them against my jeans, which seems to drive her crazy.

“I need it… Please,” she whispers breathlessly.

She lifts my shirt over my head and pushes my shoulders back, so I lie down on the floor, my arms behind my head. I watch with a smile as she fumbles with my belt before unbuttoning my pants. My cock springs free of my pants as soon as she finishes, and I watch her stare at it for a moment, shocked by the size of it.

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