Page 63 of The Underboss's Secret Twins

"Fuck, Sofia." His voice is wrecked, raw. "You feel so fucking good."

He pulls out slowly, letting me feel every inch, then slams back in, harder this time.

I gasp, my arms giving out, my chest hitting the mattress as he starts to move, deep and brutal.

"You can take it," Marco rasps, gripping my hair, tilting my head back. "I know you can take it."

And I do.

Again and again.

16

MARCO

Sofia is trembling beneath me, her body still quaking from the orgasm I just dragged out of her, her breath shaky and uneven.

I stay behind her, watching the way her back rises and falls, how her ass is still tilted up, her thighs shaking, her slick dripping down them.

Fuck.

She’s still spread open for me, still waiting.

I drag my hands up her thighs, slow, deliberate, just to make her squirm. My palms skim over her hips, my fingers gripping her waist as I press the head of my cock against her entrance.

She gasps, her body shuddering, still sensitive from my tongue, still raw with the pleasure I just fed her.

"You feel that, baby?" I murmur, teasing her, rubbing my cock through her wetness, coating myself in her slick. "That’s all me. You’re dripping for me, still shaking for me."

She whimpers, her fingers fisting the sheets.

I smirk. "You want more, don’t you?"

She nods frantically, pushing back against me, desperate.

But that’s not enough.

I grip her ass, squeezing hard, spreading her open wider.

"Say it," I demand, my voice thick with lust. "Tell me you want me inside you."

She sobs, so fucking desperate. "Marco, please?—"

"Please what?" I tease, dragging the tip against her entrance, pressing just enough to make her feel it but not giving her what she wants.

She groans, frustrated, trying to push back against me, but I hold her still.

"Fucking say it."

"I want you to fuck me," she gasps, her voice broken, needy.

I groan, my grip tightening on her hips. "Good girl."

And then I give her exactly what she’s begging for.

I slam into her in one deep, brutal stroke, stretching her, filling her completely.

She cries out, her back arching, her fingers clutching the sheets like they’re the only thing keeping her grounded.