Page 43 of Twin Babies for the Pucking Billionaires

Chapter Thirteen

Millie

I’m bent over the sofa, Chase’s fingers deep inside me, making me cry out. “You’re going to make me late for my first day of work,” I gasp, trying to sound stern but failing miserably.

“Then you better hurry up and come,” he laughs, his tone teasing. His fingers move faster and I can’t hold back.

“Oh God,” I cry, feeling the heat build in my core. He’s laughing, enjoying every second of my torment.

“God is not in this room, baby.”

“Chase, I’m going to come,” I whimper, feeling the wave of pleasure crash over me.

“These sundresses you wear are to blame for my horniness,” he says, a grin in his voice. Today, I’m in a bright pink one. It’s currently tumbled up over my shoulders to give Chase access to my body.

As I come, he watches me, his eyes dark with desire, then licks his fingers clean, making my core clench again. His tongue swirls around his fingers slowly, savoring every drop and I shiver at the sight.

I touch the bulge in his pants, feeling a thrill. “I can spare a few minutes to repay the favor,” I say, my voice low and needy.

He takes my palm and kisses it. “I like being edged. The thought of taking that dress off you tonight is enough to keep me excited all day.”

He pulls me upright, his lips crashing onto mine in a deep, possessive kiss. I melt into him, my body still humming from the orgasm. His hands roam my body, slipping under the hem of my dress and caressing my thighs.

“You’re so damn sexy,” he murmurs against my lips, his breath hot and heavy. He lifts my dress, his fingers tracing the edge of my panties before hooking them and pulling them down. The cool air hits my bare skin, and I tremble.

“Chase,” I breathe, my fingers curling into his hair.

He drops to his knees, pressing kisses to my inner thighs, inching closer to where I need him most. I’m barely standing, my legs shaky from anticipation. He parts my legs wider, his hot breath making me squirm.

“I love how you taste,” he says, his voice rough with desire. He licks a long, slow line from my entrance to my clit, making me moan loudly. His tongue circles my clit, and I’m already on the edge again. He knows exactly how to drive me wild.

“Chase, please,” I beg, my hands gripping the sofa for support.

He sucks my clit into his mouth, his fingers sliding back inside me and I scream his name, coming undone all over again. My body convulses with pleasure, and he doesn’t stop until I’m a trembling, breathless mess.

He thrusts his fingers deeper, curling them just right to hit that perfect spot inside me, while his tongue flicks and swirlsaround my clit. The combination is mind-blowing, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my entire body.

“Chase,” I moan, my hips bucking against his mouth. He growls, a low, primal sound that vibrates against my sensitive skin, making me gasp.

His fingers move faster, thrusting in and out, and I can feel the pressure building again. He sucks harder on my clit, his tongue relentless, driving me to the brink of madness. Every thrust, every suck, pushes me higher and I’m teetering on the edge of another orgasm.

“Don’t stop,” I beg, my voice barely a whisper. He groans in response, the sound muffled against my flesh. His free hand grips my hip, holding me steady as I writhe against him.

His fingers curl again, hitting that spot with precision and I cry out, the pleasure overwhelming. He sucks harder, his mouth and fingers working in perfect harmony and I’m lost in the sensations, my body trembling uncontrollably.

“Oh God, Chase, I’m coming,” I scream, the orgasm crashing over me like a tidal wave. My muscles clench around his fingers, and he keeps thrusting, prolonging the intense pleasure. His mouth never leaves my clit, his tongue still working its magic, driving me higher and higher.

He doesn’t stop, drawing out every last bit of my orgasm until I’m a quivering, breathless mess. My legs give out and I collapse onto the sofa, panting and trembling. He finally pulls back, his fingers sliding out of me slowly, leaving me aching and satisfied.

He stands, wiping his mouth with a wicked grin. “That’s how I like to start my day,” he says, kissing me deeply. I can taste myself on his lips and it only makes me crave him more.

He pulls a treat for Peanut from his pocket and hands it to him. “Be nice to your mom today,” he says to Peanut, then turns to me. “And you, be nice to yourself today.”

“I will,” I promise, still reeling from the intense pleasure. “But tonight, it’s your turn.”

“I’m counting on it,” he says, winking at me before heading out the door.

I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself. It’s going to be a long, deliciously torturous day dreaming about tonight.

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