Page 51 of Triplet Babies for Pucking Christmas

“Damn, you’re beautiful,” he murmurs, his eyes dark with desire. He leans in, kissing a trail down my neck. I can feel my body responding, a soft moan escaping my lips.

“Troy…” I gasp, arching into him as his hands knead my breasts, fingers brushing over my nipples. “This feels…so good.”

He covers my mouth with his hand, his breath hot against my skin. “Shh, angel. Let me make you happy.”

“Okay…” I manage to whisper, but it’s hard to think when he’s making me feel this way. I can’t help it—I push his pants down, fingers trembling with anticipation.

In one swift motion, he climbs on top of me, his body pressing down against mine. I can’t believe how good it feels, the weight of him grounding me.

He thrusts into me, and oh my God, the stretch is unbelievable. I roll my eyes back, lost in the sensation.

“Fuck…” he groans, his eyes locked on mine. “You feel incredible.”

He moves slower at first, but I can feel the urgency building between us. I claw at his arms, gasping. “Condom! We need a condom!”

“Shit,” he mutters, scrambling to reach the nightstand. My heart races as he tears one open, his hands shaking with need. “Can’t believe I almost forgot.”

“I need you now,” I whimper, the heat pooling low in my belly, begging for release.

He’s back inside me, moving again, and this time he’s faster, harder. I’m clawing at the sheets, lost in the pleasure, but then I remember.

“Troy! Cover my face with a pillow,” I plead, my voice breathy. “I’m gonna come.”

“Your wish is my command,” he smirks, grabbing a pillow and shoving it over my mouth. “Let it out, babe. I got you.”

“God, yes,” I mumble against the fabric. It muffles my sounds, but I can still feel him moving, his body driving me wild. Every thrust sends shockwaves through me, and I’m so close. “Don’t stop! Please!”

“I won’t, I promise,” he whispers, his breath hot on my neck. “Just let go. Come for me, angel.”

I feel that familiar tension building, every nerve in my body alive. “I’m…” I gasp, the pillow stifling my cry as I ride the wave of pleasure, my body trembling around him.

“Fuck,” he groans, his pace picking up as I grip him tighter, desperate for more. “Savannah, you’re so damn perfect.”

I can barely breathe, the world spinning as the intensity takes over. “Troy…don’t stop, don’t stop!”

“I’m not going anywhere,” he says, his voice low and gritty. “Just hold on.”

And I do, holding onto him as if he’s my lifeline. The pleasure washes over me in waves, and I’m floating, lost in the moment.

When it finally crashes down, I’m left gasping, the pillow still over my mouth, my body quaking beneath him.

He leans down, his lips brushing my ear. “You good?”

“Uh-huh,” I nod, pulling the pillow away, panting for air. “You?”

“Better than good,” he replies, his lips quirking into a satisfied smile. “You’re something else, you know that?”

I laugh breathlessly, still coming down from that high. “You’re not so bad yourself.”

He kisses me again, soft and slow, a perfect contrast to what just happened. I can’t help but smile into the kiss, my fingers tangling in his hair.

“Think we can do that again?” he asks, his voice teasing.

I smirk, a spark igniting in my belly again. “Only if you promise to keep the pillow nearby.”

“Deal,” he grins, that cocky look back in his eyes.

“Good,” I reply, feeling the familiar warmth spreading through me again. “Because I’m definitely not done with you.”

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