Page 57 of Twin Babies for the Pucking Billionaires

“Ready?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.

“Yes,” she breathes, her eyes locked onto mine.

I push into her slowly, savoring the feeling of her warmth surrounding me. She moans softly, her fingers digging into my shoulders.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” I groan, thrusting deeper.

“Chase,” she gasps, her back arching against the counter.

I move faster, driven by the need to feel every inch of her. Her moans grow louder and I know I’m hitting the right spot. Her nails rake down my back, sending shivers of pleasure through me.

“Harder,” she begs, her voice breathless.

I comply, my thrusts becoming more urgent. The sound of our bodies moving together fills the kitchen like a symphony of desire and need. Her moans turn into cries of pleasure, and I know she’s close.

“Chase, I’m going to...” she gasps, her body trembling.

“Come for me,” I whisper, my voice thick with lust.

She shatters around me, her cries echoing in the room. The sight of her climax pushes me over the edge and I follow her into oblivion, my own release tearing through me.

We collapse against each other, panting and spent. I hold her close, my heart still racing.

“That was...” she starts, her voice trailing off.

“Incredible,” I finish, kissing her forehead.

“Yeah,” she agrees, a satisfied smile on her face.

We stay like that for a while, savoring the afterglow.

Eventually, I help her down from the counter and we head to the bedroom, our bodies still humming with the intensity of what we just shared.

I unwrap the dress slowly, savoring the sight of her soft skin underneath. She watches me with anticipation, her eyes darkening with desire. I undress myself quickly, feeling her gaze on me, hungry and wanting. Pulling her onto my lap, I hold her close, her warmth against me electric.

“You’re mine,” I mutter, my voice low and rough with need. “Mine.”

She nods eagerly, her fingers tracing patterns on my chest. I reach for another condom, tearing open the packet with urgency. Sliding it on, I take a moment to look into her eyes, finding reassurance and desire mirrored back at me.

With every thrust, I whisper, “Mine, mine, mine,” the words a mantra of possession and longing. She responds with soft moans and gasps, her nails digging into my back.

When we finally collapse in bed, breathless and spent, her hair spread out like a halo on my pillow, I realize something. The moment of clarity comes as I trace my fingers along her jawline, feeling her heartbeat against my palm.

She might not be mine alone.

It hits me unexpectedly, a pang of realization mixed with something akin to acceptance. If it makes her happy, if being with me in this moment is what she wants, then I’ll try to be okay with that.

“I really, really like you,” I whisper, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

She stirs slightly, a contented sigh escaping her lips. “I really, really like you too,” she murmurs, her fingers tangling with mine.

I hold her close, cherishing the warmth of her body against mine. The doubts and uncertainties fade into the background,replaced by the simple truth that right now, in this moment, we belong together.

“I’m glad you’re here,” she says softly, nuzzling closer to me.

“Me too,” I reply, brushing a strand of hair from her face.

We lay there in silence, the weight of our shared intimacy comforting and reassuring. There’s no need for words, no need to dissect or analyze. It’s enough to just be here, together, entangled in each other’s arms.

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