Page 92 of The Underboss's Secret Twins
"Now you take what I give you," she whispers, throwing my words right back at me.
I let out a harsh curse, my jaw clenching as she starts to move.
Slowly at first.
Painfully, deliberately slow.
She drags her hips in tight, rolling circles, rocking forward just enough for me to feel every excruciating inch of her heat wrapped around me, every pulse, every squeeze, every slick, devastating stroke.
I can’t fucking breathe.
My hands twitch, my entire body trembling beneath her, every muscle coiled, screaming.
I need to move.
I need to take control.
But I let her have it.
I let her ride me.
Because watching her like this—head thrown back, hands braced against my chest, sweat-slicked and flushed and moaning my name as she fucks me how she wants?
It’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.
"You look so fucking good like this," I grind out, my voice shaking. "Taking me like you own me."
She moans at that, arching, her nails digging into my shoulders.
Then she picks up the pace.
She slams down harder, her thighs tensing, her body moving like waves, like she was made for this, made for me.
"Fuck," I snarl, my fingers gripping the sheets so I don’t flip us over and pound into her the way I need to.
She sees it. And she smirks.
"You’re holding back." Her voice is pure heat, breathy and teasing as she grinds deeper, rolling her hips just right, hitting all the perfect places, watching me fall apart beneath her.
"You think I won’t break you?" I rasp, teetering on the edge of losing every shred of control I have left.
"I think you already are."
Then she leans down, takes my mouth in a hungry kiss, biting my lower lip as she slams down onto me over and over and over?—
Until I know I need her under me.
I flip us so fast she gasps, her back hitting the mattress before she can process it, before she can fight it.
Her eyes go wide, her breath catches?—
Then she grins, wrapping her legs around my waist.
"Finally," she breathes, taunting me, pushing me.
I growl, fisting her hair, pinning her down, my hand gripping her throat just enough to make her feel it.
"You wanted to be fucked?" I hiss, grinding into her deep, unrelenting, holding her open. "You wanted me to take control?"
