Page 19 of Twin Babies for the Pucking Billionaires

“Fuckinghell,” he growls as I take him deeper, feeling him hit the back of my throat twice, his saltiness coating my tongue.

I groan, watching the effect of the sound reverberate through him.

He shudders, his climax hitting hard as he comes down my throat. I swallow every drop, feeling a surge of satisfaction.

He pulls me up, kissing me deeply. “You’re incredible,” he murmurs against my lips. His hands roam my body and I feel like I’m on fire.

“You’re not too bad yourself,” I reply, laughing softly. “But I really should make breakfast.”

“Later,” he says, his voice a low growl. “Right now, I need you.”

I smile, straddling him again. “Your wish is my command.”

He peels his shirt off me, his eyes hooded with desire. “Do you have a spare condom?” he asks, his voice low and urgent.

I reach for one in my nightstand, feeling the anticipation build. “Here,” I say, handing it to him.

He reaches out to take the condom, but I pull back.

“Actually, let me,” I say, looking at his cock, which is semi-hard and wet with my saliva. I tear into the condom wrapper and roll it onto him, giving him a little squeeze that makes him groan.

“Millie,” he says, his voice strained, “I have to get inside you now.”

I climb onto his lap, guiding him inside me. The sensation is overwhelming and I can’t help but gasp as I hold ontohis shoulders and start to rock. He feels so good inside me, stretching and filling me perfectly.

“Do you like being in control?” he asks, his hands gripping my waist, moving me.

I just nod, too lost in the pleasure to form words. He reaches out to rub me, making me slicker and I moan at the added stimulation.

“Play with your tits,” he says, his voice commanding. “Make yourself come.”

I obey, my hands moving to my breasts, teasing my nipples as he fucks me from below. The feeling of his hands on my waist, controlling my movements, is intoxicating.

“Fuck, Millie,” he groans, his eyes dark with lust.

My orgasm starts to build, a delicious tension low in my belly. I throw my head back, moaning loudly. He surprises me by flipping us, pinning me on my back. The sudden change of direction makes me a little dizzy and I close my eyes to steady myself.

“Maybe you have reasons why you like doing things for yourself,” he says, his voice a rough whisper, “but in bed, you’re going to know whose boss.”

He leans down, taking my nipple in his mouth and tugging as he thrusts deeply into me. I slide up the bed, crumpling against the headboard as he drives into me. The pleasure is balanced on the edge of pain and my nerve endings are singing with it.

He leans forward and nips at my neck, making a growling noise as he does so. The sensation sends me over the edge and I cry out, my body trembling with the force of my orgasm.

“Chase,” I gasp, my hands gripping his shoulders. “Oh my God.”

He doesn’t let up, his movements relentless, driving me higher and higher. “You feel so fucking good,” he groans, his breath hot against my skin.

I can barely think, my mind a haze of pleasure. “I can’t—” I start, but he cuts me off with a deep, hungry kiss.

“Yes, you can,” he murmurs against my lips, his pace quickening. “Come for me again, Millie. I want to feel you come around my cock.”

His words send a fresh wave of arousal through me and I feel another orgasm building. My nails dig into his back and I arch against him, desperate for more.

“That’s it,” he whispers, his voice thick with need. “Let go for me.”

I shatter around him, my body convulsing with the intensity of my release. I cry out his name over and over as waves of pleasure wash over me with incredible force. The neighbors can probably hear every sound we’re making, but I don’t care. He groans, his own orgasm overtaking him and I feel him pulse inside me.

We stay like that for a moment, our breaths mingling, hearts pounding in sync. Slowly, he pulls out and collapses beside me, pulling me into his arms.

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