Page 28 of Secret Bratva Twins

I obliged, my thrusts becoming faster and more forceful. Gianna moaned with every stroke, her body tightening around me, pulling me closer. I could feel the heat building, the need to mark her as mine rising.

“God,” she cried out, her eyes closing and her head rolling back. “I think I’m going to come.”

“No, you’re not.” I’d waited six fucking years to feel he like this again. I wasn’t going to let her come within the first few minutes. I hadn’t even began with her yet.

I pulled out, and her eyes tore open. Her brows raised, she was clearly confused. “Max… what are you doing? Don’t stop, please,” she panted, her voice shaking and desperate. “I need to come.”

“You’ll have to wait, darling,” I said, pulling away from her and rising back up. I grabbed her hips, looking into her eyes. “I want to see it in your eyes when you come for me.”

She was panting, her chest heaving, her eyes slightly glazed over. “I want you inside me, Max. Please, I need you so much.”

“You’re going to come for me, Gianna. And when you do, I want you to scream my name loud enough for everyone to hear.”

I gently pushed her back, grabbing her legs and pulling her closer. She tensed as my fingers trailed her thighs.

My dick jerked at the wet spot on her red panties. I smirked and looked at her. “You’ve made a big mess, Gianna. Looks like I have to clean it up.”

Her cheeks turned red, and she bit her lips. “You should.”

I ripped her panties off her and buried my face between her legs. I flicked her clit with my tongue, and she moaned, gripping my hair. “You smell so good, Gianna.” Lick. “You taste even better.”

As I licked and suckled at her juicy folds, she let out a moan that vibrated through me. Her hands clawed at my hair, but I didn't care. I needed her to come first. The taste of her was intoxicating, her arousal spreading on my tongue.

She was getting closer, her moans becoming louder and more frantic. I plunged my tongue deeper, seeking out her throbbing core, frantically flicking my tongue against her.

“Yes, Max!” she cried. “Yes, yes, yes!”

I groaned into her, my tongue flicking her clit faster, bringing her closer and closer to that edge. Her moans grew louder, and she was bucking her hips against my face, her fingers gripping my hair tighter.

She came undone, her muscles tightening around my face, her juices gushing onto my tongue. I licked and swallowed every last drop, savoring the taste of my prize.

I pulled back and looked at her. She was panting, flushed, and trembling. Her eyes wide and her breath ragged.

I held her up, kissing her deep enough for her to taste her juices. Like a good girl, she licked it off my lips.

When she finally opened her eyes, a mischievous smile flicked on my face. “I like it when you beg for me, darling.”

Chapter 11 - Gianna

Maxim had done his part, now it was my turn to take care of him. I climbed down from the table and got to my knees, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants. His erection sprung free, so thick and hard that I gasped.

Fuck, was he this big six years ago?

He grinned a cocky smile, his eyes darkening with desire. “Why do you look so surprised?”

I shook my head. “Nothing.”

Wrapping my hand around his shaft, I licked a bead of precum from the tip of his dick. It was salty and delicious.

His breath hitched as I started to stroke him, my fingers slick with my arousal from when he was inside me. I watched his face intently, studying the expressions of pleasure and desire dancing across his features.

“Feel how hard you make me,” he whispered, pulling his gaze to mine. “That is all yours, Gianna. Every inch of me belongs to you, and every breath, every cell, every nerve in your body is mine.”

The possessiveness in his voice sparked electricity in my cells. I nodded, echoing his words: “I’m yours, Maxim.”

His eyes fixed on my hand as it pumped him. I could feel the heat and urgency of his body, the throbbing of his cock in my grip, and I knew I had to have him.

Leaning in, I lowered my mouth over his erection, taking it deep, feeling it hit the back of my throat. My eyes watered. I moaned around him, and he groaned in response, his hands coming to rest on my head.

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