Page 8 of Mafia Don's Secret Twins

I curl my hand up the back of her neck and grab a fist-full of her beautiful curly hair. It feels like yards and yards of silk in my hand, and I tug her head back to get better access to her mouth.

She gasps.

And I'm gone.

I devour her. There's no other word for it. I've never kissed anyone like this, and I've never had a kiss like this.

Ever.

This is so much more than just a kiss. It's... an obsession.I'm lost in her. My hands roam her body, greedy to experience everything.

Every touch is a new treasure that I hoard to myself. Her skin is so soft when I free it from her clothes. Her hips curve out before dipping back into her neat waist. When I take her bra and throw it aside, her breasts flow over the sides of my hands.

When I lick her pert brown nipples, she moans and its fucking music to my ears.

Her fingers in the waist of my pants feel cautious, but curious. When she wraps them around my hard cock, I have to take in a deep breath to keep myself from erupting.

Her thighs are so sweet when they part. We've moved from the kitchen onto the small couch in the living room, and it might be tiny, but I've never been closer to heaven than I am right now.

As I fit myself to her entrance, I hesitate.

Does she want this?

I look down at her. Marisol is staring up at me, her eyes wide, her pupils blown with lust.

"Marisol," I breathe. "Do..."

I don't finish, because she tips her hips and presses against me, and then I don't have an option.

I'm inside her, and she's so fucking tight that I have to control myself before I lose it.

Slowly, I pump inside her. The arch of her back as she meets me, the slight jiggle to her full breasts, all of it is more erotic than any porn I've ever watched.

I'm so mesmerized by her that my orgasm catches me by surprise.

She comes a second before I do. She cries my name and it sends me over the edge. I tug her up to kiss me as the orgasm spirals down my spine.

I swear, I can feel it for an eternity.

When I finally let her gently back down onto the couch, we both lay there, chests heaving. I gently tuck a lock of hair behind her ear. "Damn," I whisper.

She smiles. "I know."

"You..."

She shakes her head and presses her fingers against my lips. "Let's just... hold me. Okay?"

I nod. "Okay."

Gently, we shuffle so we're both lying on the little couch. I hold Marisol close, stroking her hair until her breathing evens out.

That's my cue. I fall asleep holding her, breathing in her pineapple smell.

Thank god I came to Panama City.

Because I'm going to marry this girl.

And nothing my family can say will stop me.

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