Page 62 of The Underboss's Secret Twins
"Is this what you wanted, baby?" His voice is pure sin, his tongue teasing me mercilessly. "You wanted me to ruin you with my mouth?"
"Yes," I gasp, gripping the sheets so hard my knuckles ache.
He groans, sucking my clit between his lips before lapping at me again.
I shudder, legs shaking, my whole body a live wire.
He eats me like a man possessed, like he’s marking me from the inside out.
His tongue strokes deep, slow, torturous—then fast, relentless, flicking my clit just right.
My thighs tremble. My moans turn frantic.
I’m close. So fucking close.
Marco feels it, hears it, knows exactly what he’s doing to me.
"Come for me," he orders against my slick heat, his grip bruising my hips as his tongue fucks me deep.
I cry out, my whole body tensing, then shattering as the orgasm rips through me.
My vision goes white, my breath stolen, my body shaking violently as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me.
Marco groans, holding me down, licking me through it, dragging it out until I’m too sensitive, too overwhelmed, until I’m whimpering his name.
Only then does he finally pull away, his lips glistening, his breath ragged.
He presses a kiss to my ass, his voice thick with satisfaction.
"You’re fucking perfect."
Then he grips my hips again, positioning himself behind me, his cock heavy and ready against my soaked entrance.
"Now," he growls. "Let’s see if you can take all of me."
My breath hitches, anticipation coiling tight in my stomach.
He doesn’t push in.
Instead, he drags the thick, leaking tip through my slick folds, rubbing against my clit just enough to make me whimper.
"You want me to fuck you like this?" he murmurs, his voice low and teasing. "On your hands and knees, taking me like a good girl?"
Fuck.
I nod frantically, trying to push back against him, trying to take him inside me again.
Marco chuckles, gripping my hips tight enough to bruise.
"Desperate little thing," he murmurs. "You’re already ruined for me, aren’t you?"
I moan in frustration, grinding against him, needy and reckless.
"Marco, please?—"
He thrusts into me without warning, burying himself to the hilt in one deep, punishing stroke.
I cry out, pleasure slamming into me, my walls clenching around him.
