Page 65 of Filthy Rich Bosses

When I finally pull back, I'm breathing hard. "Do you understand now?" I ask, searching her face for a response.

I'm about to speak again when I feel hands at my waist. Chase, ever the opportunist, has slipped behind me and is working at my belt buckle. His fingers deftly pop open the button of my slacks.

"Chase," I warn, swatting his hands away.

He chuckles, warm breath tickling my ear. "Just trying to help."

I roll my eyes, but can't help the small smile tugging at my lips. Trust Chase to lighten even the most intense moments.

Turning my attention back to Tessa, I'm struck again by her beauty. Those piercing eyes, that pouty mouth.

Without breaking eye contact, I grasp her arms and pull her off the couch. She stumbles slightly, and I steady her, guiding her to her knees before me.

"Show me you want to stay," I command, my voice husky with desire. "Take my cock out."

I watch the internal struggle play out on her face. The defiance, the desire, the uncertainty—it's all there, clear as day. For a moment, I think she might refuse.

But then her small, strong hands are at my zipper, and I have to stifle a groan. As she frees me from my boxers, I can't help but think how right this feels. How right she feels.

"That's it, Tessa," I murmur, running my fingers through her hair. "Good girl."

I watch, entranced, as she parts her plump lips. Slowly, agonizingly, she engulfs the head of my cock, her tongue flicking out to taste me. I bite back a moan, my fists clenching tighter.

Her warm breath against my shaft is enough to make me lose my composure, but I refuse to go down without a fight. This is my game, and I am the one in control.

"That's it, Tessa," I rasp, unable to keep my voice from wavering ever so slightly. "Take it."

Cole's hands land on her shoulders, guiding her backward until he can access what he wants. He grips her neck and thrusts forward. She yelps in surprise as Coles enters her from behind, hard and fast. Her eyes fly open, and our gazes lock.

"Oh, fuck," she moans, and it sends a shiver straight to my core.

Cole's breathing is ragged in her ear, his grip on her throat gentle but unyielding. "You're doing so well, Tessa. Now, wrap those pretty lips around Grayson's cock."

I brace myself. Preparing for her refusal.

Instead, she does as she's told.

Tessa's soft, warm mouth engulfs me, and it's...it's a revelation. It's all I can do not to thrust myself deeper into her sweet warmth.

"That's it, baby," Cole pants, thumb rubbing circles on Tessa's pulse point. "Suck his cock like the good girl you are."

And as I watch, I wonder how I ever lived without this.

Without her.

Without them.

I watch the pleasure flit across her face as Cole pounds into her. I watch as Chase can’t take his eyes off of her, completely mesmerized, smitten. And, for the first time in a long time, I feel whole.

I moan as Tessa's tongue swirls around me. My fingers tangle in her hair, guiding her movements. Cole's thrusts become erratic, his grip on Tessa tightening.

"Fuck, I'm close," he grunts.

I feel Tessa tense, her lips vibrating around me as she whimpers. Cole throws his head back, a low growl escaping his throat as he comes.

"Such a good girl," he murmurs, voice husky with satisfaction.

I can't take it anymore. I need her. All of her.

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