Page 66 of Twin Babies for the Pucking Billionaires

I follow her back, watching as she heads straight for the bench. Sure enough, there it is, lying where she left it.

She picks it up, shaking her head. “I swear, I’d leave my head behind if it wasn’t screwed on.”

I laugh. “I find it endearing.”

She looks up, surprised and then laughs too. “Well, thanks.”

I smile. “You have a beautiful laugh.”

“Thank you,” she says softly.

There’s a moment of silence between us, the air thick with unspoken words. Finally, I take a deep breath. “Can I say one absolutely inappropriate thing that we never have to talk about if you don’t want to?”

She looks at me curiously. “Sure.”

“I’ve wanted to taste your lips for so long,” I admit, feeling a weight lift off my chest.

“Really?” she asks, eyes wide.

“Yes,” I say, stepping closer. “And I’m actually jealous Finn beat me to it.”

She laughs, a soft, melodious sound. “I had no idea it was a competition.”

“It’s not a competition,” I reply, my voice low. “But you’re still a prize.”

Before she can respond, I close the distance between us, capturing her lips in a messy, desperate kiss. I hold her face in place, my tongue sliding into her mouth. She responds immediately, clawing at my back, pulling me closer.

“Careful,” I murmur against her lips. “Or you’ll find out where my other piercing is.”

She whimpers, her breath hot against my skin. “Show me.”

“I don’t have a condom,” I say, my voice rough with need.

“I’m clean, and so is Chase. I have an IUD,” she replies quickly.

That’s all I need to hear. I push her back against the bench, my hands fumbling with her clothes. She’s just as eager, her fingers tugging at my jeans. We’re a mess of tangled limbs and desperate moans.

My hands find her breasts, squeezing and kneading through her shirt. Her nipples harden under my touch, and she moans, arching into me. I pull her shirt up, exposing her bare skin. Ilatch onto one nipple, sucking hard while my hand teases the other.

“Declan,” she gasps, her hands threading through my hair.

I groan against her skin, my cock throbbing with need. I pull her leggings down, revealing her wetness. I grin. “You’re so fucking wet for me.”

“Yes,” she breathes. “Please, Declan.”

I free myself from my jeans, my piercings glinting in the dim light. Her eyes widen as she takes in the sight of my cock, adorned with several metal rings.

“Holy shit,” she murmurs, her gaze filled with lust.

I don’t waste any more time. I position myself at her entrance, thrusting in hard and fast. She cries out, her nails digging into my shoulders. The sensation is intense, the piercings adding an extra layer of pleasure for both of us.

“Fuck, Millie,” I groan, pumping into her with a relentless rhythm.

Her legs wrap around my waist, pulling me deeper. “Yes, oh God, yes!”

I can feel her walls tightening around me, her body trembling with pleasure. I grip her hips, driving into her harder, faster. The sound of our bodies slapping together fills the room, mingling with our ragged breaths and desperate moans.

“Declan, I’m gonna—” she starts, but her words are cut off by a loud moan as she comes, her body convulsing around me.

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