Page 106 of Mafia Don's Secret Twins

Maybe it’s the fact that he’s the closest thing to my kids that I can have right now.

Maybe it’s all of those things, plus the fact that I think he’s the most handsome man that I’ve ever seen.

Whatever it is, I feel wild. There’s a need pulsing through me that makes me feel like I’m possessed. There’s some other entity powering me right now, making my hands clench around Dino’s smooth, beautiful cock. There’s some other woman driving me, because I couldn’t possibly be the one who fits my lips around the thick head of him and slowly sucks him into my mouth.

When he moans, though, I realize that I’m the one making these decisions.

Because I want to be the one that makes Dino make that sound.

Always.

A weird possessive feeling creeps over me. The thought of Dino doing this with another woman makes my skin crawl.

And, it makes me want to… make an impression on him.

Something that he’ll never forget.

Dino grunts, his hands like claws on the stone bench as he grips it. “Fuck, Marisol,” he groans. “That feels so fucking good.”

Pleasure flushes through me, and I moan around the feel of him in my mouth.

One of his hands touches the back of my head. The hesitation there makes my heart ache, and I look up at him through my lashes. Slowly, I pull him out of my mouth, a sight that both of us are watching.

It looks sexy.

“Tell me what to do,” I whisper.

His eyes squeeze shut, and the little muscle at the side of his jaw works like he’s trying to figure out what to say. “Marisol… I… You…”

“I want to make you feel good, Dino. Like you made me feel good. Tell me what to do.”

“Fuck me. Whatever you were doing. Just fucking… do that,” he manages to get out.

It’s not specific. It’s literally anything but specific.

But somehow, I know exactly what he means.

With his eyes glued on me, I take him back into my mouth. Dino grunts again, and his hips pump once.

I gag, slightly, as he presses further into my mouth.

Instantly, Dino freezes. “Fuck. Sorry. Marisol. Fuck. I can…”

I stop him by wrapping my hand around the base of him and pushing him in deeper again.

I’m not experienced at this. Far from it. So yeah, I’m gagging a little. It’s a lot, and he’s so big, and again, I’m not in the practice of relaxing my throat or anything.

But I try.

Slowly I’m able to take more of him, gag and all. Dino groans and his hand comes to the back of my head again. “Yes, Marisol,” he seems to chant from between clenched teeth, his words resonating in time with my head as I bob up and down on him. “Fuck. Yes. Marisol.”

I love this.

It makes me feel so powerful to have him in my body like this. To have every little movement of his be a direct result of me.

Of the way I hold him. Of the way I use my mouth and tongue on him.

It’s addicting.

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