Page 64 of The Underboss's Secret Twins

Fuck, she’s tight. And hot.

Her walls clench around me, squeezing like she’s trying to pull me even deeper inside her.

I let out a low growl, my fingers digging into her hips as I start to move, pulling out slowly, making her feel every inch before thrusting back in hard.

Sofia moans, pushing back against me, matching every thrust.

It’s filthy. Desperate. Exactly how it should be.

"Fuck," I groan, watching where we’re joined, watching my cock disappear into her slick, wet heat over and over.

She’s perfect. So fucking perfect.

I slam into her again, harder this time, making her moan my name like a prayer.

"You like this, don’t you?" I rasp, gripping her hair and pulling her up just enough so I can murmur into her ear.

She whimpers, nodding frantically.

I chuckle darkly. "Like being fucked like this? Bent over, taking everything I give you?"

"Yes," she gasps, her voice shaking, her body trembling in my grip.

I groan, teasing my fingers down her stomach, between her thighs, rubbing her clit in tight, ruthless circles.

She cries out, her body going taut, her walls fluttering around me.

"Gonna come again, baby?" I taunt, thrusting into her deeper, harder.

She nods, shaking, moaning my name like she can’t say anything else.

And fuck, I love that.

I love that I’ve reduced her to this—a writhing, desperate mess.

I fuck her through it, dragging it out, making sure she feels every second of it.

She screams my name, her body locking up, her pussy milking my cock.

I can’t hold back anymore.

I slam into her one last time, burying myself deep, groaning as I come hard, emptying everything inside her.

The pleasure rips through me, dragging me under, making my whole body shudder as I spill deep inside her.

For a few moments, all I can do is breathe.

Sofia collapses onto the mattress, her breath ragged, her body still trembling.

I stay inside her for a moment longer, both of us too wrecked to move.

Then, finally, I pull out, rolling onto my side, dragging her with me.

She’s boneless, limp, completely spent, her cheek pressed against my chest as she struggles to catch her breath.

I run a hand through her damp hair, trailing my fingers down her back, soothing her.

She sighs, sinking into me, letting me hold her.