Page 8 of Terror of Tuscany


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That I didn’t know I had.

Obliging her needs, and mine, I lift my hand and smack her rosy cheek again, this time a bit harder but also in a different place because I’m not trying to hurt her, I would never do that. I only want to teach her a lesson about keeping herself safe at all times.

Safe for me.

Safe for…Daddy.

An erotic mewl leaves pushes past her lips, letting me know she’s enjoying this as much as I am, my animal brain damn near losing control and turning this situation feral. There’s just some kill switch in my brain, some sense of decency, that’s telling me I can’t. If I control now, there’s no coming back.

I let my hand rain down on her other ass cheek one more time and when I do the dam breaks, and I can’t hold back any longer.

My hand slides between her legs and as if she’s reading my mind, she parts them. Her thighs are dripping wet, and I can see her engorged pussy lips bared for me. Her sexy little ass winks at me like it’s reminding me that it needs action too, like it’s tempting my hand, a single finger, to come out and play.

My finger slides across her forbidden hole and I can feel her slickness under it. As soon as another of my knuckles makes contact with her pussy her entire body tenses up.

“Ah…please…I’ve never…” All of a sudden I realize what she’s telling me. Stroking her hair, I tug her up to her feet and quickly turn her to face me. I feel a tremendous sense of relief hearing that she’s never been with a man before, and furious she waited this long to tell me. Her sexy little body is making me want to give into the primal lust that has completely overtaken me, but I can’t…not like this. Not after the knowledge she just imparted on me.

After all, she didn’t protest at being spanked. In fact, I know she liked it as much as I did.

“Gina, are you a virgin?” I ask her point blank, needing to get a crystal-clear answer. Maybe she just wanted to stop what was happening a second ago and said what she needed to to make it happen.

She bites her lip while tugging her dress down and nods at me. There’s shame in her eyes.

This changes everything.

I can’t deflower my stepsister. She’s so fucking innocent, even though she was just moaning over my lap while I was spanking her. But damn…a virgin…and my stepsister? What the hell’s wrong with me?

“Yes. I’ve just never…” her words trail off.

“So that guy at the club?”

“He tried. That’s why I told him to fuck off.” My eyes narrow and I smirk. My baby girl’s got some spunk to her, some fight. Now that’s damn sexy.

Her perfect legs slowly start to add more space in-between them as she stands before me. Is she spreading them because she’s so damn wet or another reason?

To let me in.

Surely she knows my tongue is begging to feast on her untouched cherry, to feel her sexy little frame riding my face while she moans and tells me to give her more. No man has ever been inside her and none ever will. None except me…and I can barely contain my enthusiasm to be her first, and only, right fucking now.

Because she belongs to me, and no man will ever get the privilege, the honor, the responsibility of knowing what that feels like. Not just physically, but inside as well…my mind and as crazy as it sounds to say in my own head…down to my very being, my soul.

A dose of reality hits me like a bucket of ice water being dumped over my head.

Stepsister. Virgin.

I can’t be that man either. As hard as this is, as angry as the thought makes me, the idea of being with her goes against everything my moral code has taught me.

Innocents don’t get involved with people like me and we avoid any chance that they could be affected by our actions, that they could become collateral damage in a world they probably have no idea exists. One where guys like me live, thrive, enact damage and participate in chaos.

Without a word I stalk out of the room while I still have the sanity to be the adult in the room and make the right decision.

I can’t even think. Not only is this sexy young girl driving me crazy, she’s now living next to me and a virgin. It’s too much to process. I need to hit something. “Wait, Gio!” she calls out but I have to slam the door and get away.

Chapter Six

Gina

Icall out at him to wait, my ass still stinging from the sensation of his rough hand on my backside.

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