Page 71 of Twin Babies for the Pucking Billionaires

His gaze is dark and intense and a smirk plays on his lips.

“Well, that’s a sight,” Declan says, his voice low and laced with amusement. “I was a little worried that I wouldn’t be able to stand seeing you with someone else, but I have to admit Amelia, this is sofuckinghot.”

Finn looks up from between my legs, a smile spreading across his face. “What are you doing here?”

Declan leans against the doorframe, his eyes never leaving me. “Coach sent me an email. Wanted to discuss something, but it can definitely wait.” Then I watch him slide his hand into his pants and cup himself.

Fuck!This is all so hot. This is all too much.

I’m about to protest, but Finn’s mouth is back on me, his touch growing more insistent. Declan steps inside, closing the door behind him. He casually leans against it, arms crossed, watching as Finn continues his determined attention.

My body is on fire, every touch from Finn sending me closer to the edge. When I finally come, it’s a shattering experience, my body trembling uncontrollably. My knees buckle, and I try to catch my breath, still reeling from the intense sensations.

I glance at Declan, who’s watching with a mix of curiosity and amusement. My face is flushed with embarrassment and desire.

“I need to go,” I manage to say, my voice shaky as I try to steady myself.

Declan’s expression softens slightly, though his gaze is still intense. “Lily’s asleep, but there’s coffee in my apartment if you want to grab some before you go.”

I nod, my cheeks burning with a mix of embarrassment and lingering arousal, as I walk past him. My mind is a whirlwind.What the hell is going on?

When I got back to Delcan’s apartment, my nerve endings are on fire. I’m so confused and turned on that I don’t know what to do with myself. I stagger into the kitchen and pour myself a cup of coffee. I down half of it in one go, trying to calm my ragged breathing. I knew what I was getting into when I went up to Finn’s place, but fuck! I can’t believe how intense it was.

I’m still leaning against the kitchen counter, trying to ground myself, when Declan walks in. His eyes light up with amusement as he takes in my disheveled state.

“That was quite an entertaining sight for me to walk into,” he says with a smirk.

I look at him, feeling a mix of embarrassment and desire. “You’re okay with seeing him go down on me?” I whisper-shout.

He glances around, checking to see if Lily is up. “Not yet?” he asks.

“Nope,” I reply.

“Good,” he says and before I can react, he walks over and brackets me against the wall. His thumb gently caresses my lower lip as he leans in close. “I’d never be mad seeing you come. Did you?”

I nod, my gaze locked onto his. “Yes.”

“Good,” he says. “But I’m going to check just to make sure.”

“What are you doing?” I whisper as his hand slides up my thigh.

“Shhh!” he says, his voice low and urgent. “We don’t want to wake Lily.”

His fingers graze the edge of my panties, and then he’s sliding them aside. The cool air hits my heated core, making me shiver. Declan’s fingers are warm and confident as they make contact with my skin, slipping effortlessly between my folds. His touch is teasing at first, stroking gently, but soon he finds the sensitive spot that makes me gasp.

His fingers start to work in a rhythmic motion, sliding in and out with a steady, deliberate pace. He’s feeling me out, gauging my reactions with each movement. I’m breathless, my hips instinctively pushing against his hand as he explores deeper. His thumb presses down on my clit, and the pressure combined with his fingers inside me is almost too much to handle.

“Oh god, Declan…” I moan, my voice a trembling whisper.

He leans in, his breath warm against my neck. “It’s okay,” he murmurs. “Just let go. You can come for me.”

His fingers curl inside me, hitting just the right spots with each stroke. The sensation is intense, making me squirm against the wall. My legs start to feel weak and I’m panting, trying to keep myself upright. His kisses trail along my jaw and cheek, his touch sending jolts of pleasure through my body.

Declan’s fingers move expertly, bringing me closer and closer to the edge. “It’s okay, baby,” he murmurs against my ear. “Just let go for me.”

My moans become more urgent. I push against his hand, chasing the release he’s coaxing from me.

Declan’s pace quickens, his fingers moving with more urgency. I can feel the pressure building, each thrust of his fingers pushing me closer to the edge. My moans become more frequent and desperate as I feel the inevitable climax approaching. Declan’s kisses continue, soothing and encouraging as I finally lose control.

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