Page 104 of Mafia Don's Secret Twins

“Dino,” she whispers when she breaks the kiss and pulls back. “I need you.”

Fuck.

Fuck.

“I… we…”

I can’t fuck her here.

We’re in the middle of her father’s garden. Someone could walk up on us at any time. We wouldn’t hear it because of the fucking rain.

But I can give her something.

I turn and gently set her down on the bench that’s slightly covered by the wooden structure. I kneel in front of her, staring up at her as I do.

Marisol’s eyes are wild and frantic. Her chest heaves, and the rain has glued her dress to her breasts.

I bite back another curse, because I want nothing more than to play with her pretty nipples where they’re poking through the fabric.

But, I have something else in mind.

“I want to taste you,” I manage to grunt. My hands push her dress up, until it’s at her waist.

Marisol’s eyes widen. “Dino…”

“You’re the only person I’ll ever fucking kneel for, Marisol,” I say through clenched teeth. “The only person I’ll get on my knees for. If I have to fucking beg you for this, I fucking will. Let me taste you, so you can come apart and I can remember what you taste like when you come.”

She pants, and opens her legs.

“Good girl,” I breathe. My hands come back down her hips, dragging her cotton panties down with my fingertips as I go.

She parts her legs wider, and I put them over my shoulders.

My first taste of her is like heaven. She tastes like sweet rain water and Marisol, and I can’t fucking believe that I’m lucky enough to call her mine.

She’s fucking mine, no matter what.

After tonight?

She better fucking know it.

Marisol’s moans drive me fucking insane. I lap at her, using my tongue to move the bud of her pleasure around, and she writhes against my face.

I want her to come.

Hard.

Now.

I slowly press two fingers inside of her, the squeeze of her making my cock twitch. I want to be inside her more than anything but…

More than that, I want her to come. I pull back, my fingers still pumping in and out of her. “When you come, you can’t scream, Marisol.”

Dazed, she looks down at me.

“You have to be quiet. Can you do that for me, baby?”

Slowly, she nods.

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