Page 6 of Twin Babies for the Pucking Billionaires

She lets her hair cascade down, framing her face beautifully. I draw her close, kissing her deeply, my fingers trailing over her skin, tracing the curves of her body.

“God, you’re so soft,” I groan, my voice thick with desire. My hands move over her, exploring every inch of her skin, marveling at its smoothness.

“Finn, please!” she cries out, her hands holding onto my shoulder for purchase.

“You’re stunning,” I murmur between kisses, my breath mingling with hers. I press my thigh between her legs, feeling her urgency as she grinds against me, seeking more pressure.

She arches into me and I gently tweak her nipples, eliciting a throaty moan from her lips. Her fingers dig into my back as she rides the sensation, her body moving against mine with increasing fervor.

“Don’t come yet,” I warn her.

Her eyes are closed, her lips slightly parted. I can feel how wet she is through the fabric of my trousers.

“I’m so close…”

“I knowbaby.Let’s get you comfortable so I can taste that sweet little pussy. Okay?”

I walk her to the bed, pushing her back. She laughs as she falls, bouncing a little. I grab my champagne glass, eyes on her and I tip it, pouring the liquid on her breasts.

“Are you getting naked?” she asks, breathless.

“I will. I just want to have fun first.” I suck her breasts, savoring the taste of champagne mixed with her skin, feeling hershudder under my touch. I move lower, trailing kisses down her stomach, my hands roaming her curves. She gasps as I kiss her inner thighs, spreading her legs wider. My tongue finds her clit, flicking it gently at first, then with more pressure as she moans, her hips lifting off the bed.

“Oh, Finn…” she cries out, her fingers tangling in my hair, pulling me closer. I suck on her clit, feeling her muscles tense, her body trembling. Her moans get louder, her breathing faster and I know she’s close.

“Please, don’t stop,” she begs, her voice breaking.

I slide a finger inside her, then another, curling them just right. She screams my name, her body convulsing as she comes, her juices coating my fingers. I don’t stop, lapping up every drop, prolonging her orgasm until she’s shaking and breathless.

Then I flip her onto her stomach, her skin flushed and glistening. I push down my pants, my cock straining painfully. Fisting myself, I reach for my wallet on the nightstand, fingers fumbling in my urgency. But when I open it, it’s empty.

“Fuck,” I curse under my breath.

“What’s taking so long?” she asks, breathless, her voice tinged with desperation.

“I need a condom,” I say, checking the bathroom and the nightstand. Nothing.

Her eyes are hooded, filled with lust. “Hurry,” she whispers, her hand sliding between her legs, rubbing herself as she watches me.

“Keep rubbing yourself just like thatbaby.I want you wet when I get back,” I say, pulling my pants back up.

“Where are you going?” she whimpers, dragging two fingers over her slit.

Fuck me! “I have some condoms in my car. I’ll be right back,” I say, breathless as I make my way down to get the valet to get my car keys.

I’m gone for fifteen minutes total, but when I come back, I find her still naked, curled on her side, snoring softly. It’s been a long night for her.

I smile to myself, urging my cock to relax. She makes me want to take care of her. I turn down the bedding, lift her gently, and place her there, letting her sleep. I kiss her forehead, take her phone and put it on a charger. Then I go to the bathroom and wet some tissue to wipe off her makeup as best as I can.

Stripping down to just my boxers, I slide in behind her. She’s warm against me, perfect.

I let her lull me into sleep, holding her close, feeling content in a way I haven’t felt in a long time.

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I wake up surrounded by the scent of vanilla.

I reach out touching nothing but cold sheets. Dread settles at the pit of my stomach.

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