Page 44 of The Godfather’s Christmas Twins

“Come, Gia… Fuck… You need to come now.” His hand reaches between us, his fingers brushing over me.

Like a rocket, I take off, all fire and power sent coursing through my body.

“Yes!” Max cries out, his movements becoming frenetic as he thrusts in and out, pulsing inside me.

My orgasm goes on and on. It’s better than I remember.

It’s moments later before I catch my breath. Max is still lying over me, his weight resting on his forearms as he catches his breath.

Finally, he lifts his head. “Are you okay?”

“Do I not seem okay?”

He studies my face. “No. But I want to be sure.”

I inhale a deep breath, feeling quite satisfied. “I’m okay. Great. I’d forgotten how good it can feel.”

He arches a brow. “Forgot? Didn’t Aldo—wait, no, I don’t want to know.”

I shake my head. “Aldo seemed to enjoy it, but… well… it was all about him. You’re the only one who… you know…”

“Made you come?”

I nod.

Max’s brows furrow. “You’ve never made yourself come?”

“I always just wanted to be done with Aldo?—”

“I don’t mean with him. On your own. You know… masturbate.”

I feel heat in my cheeks at the intimate conversation. “No. I never thought about it. Wasn’t interested.”

His hand caresses down my body. “And now? Was it worth it?”

I smile, still feeling like I’m blushing. “You know it was.”

He laughs. “It was. I nearly couldn’t wait for you.”

It sounds like that should be a compliment. Like I was do desirable he couldn’t control himself. It’s silly, but it makes me feel beautiful, powerful.

“Do you… masturbate?”

He gives me a wicked grin. “All the time.”

I’m fascinated. “Really?”

“Well, maybe not all the time, but regularly.” He doesn’t seem embarrassed to share that.

“Whitley doesn’t?—”

“Whitley hasn’t been in the picture for some time.” His expression darkens, and I’m sorry to have put it there.

“But you feel the urge to touch yourself?”

He shrugs. “I’m a guy. Hunger and sex seem to be our two primal urges.”

“Do you watch porn or something?”