Page 7 of Triplet Babies for the Billionaire
She grips me, a teasing glint in her eye as she opens her mouth and takes me, teasing my head with soft flicks of her tongue.
I groan, stretching backward into the sofa, getting lost in the feeling of her pleasuring me. My hand falls to the back of her head, I don’t push down, but I take joy in feeling the way she bobs back and forth and comparing each motion with how good it’s making me feel.
She picks up the pace, quickening her movements, and before long I pull myself away from her, laughing.
“What?” she asks, a confused smile on her wet lips.
“Your turn,” I hiss, picking her up into my arms and laying her across the couch.
I leave kisses along her stomach, trailing down further and further, until my face is up against her crotch and my hands are at the buttons of her pants. She looks down at me, a hint of nervous excitement on her face, and I bite my lip, staring up at her as I pull the button and zipper of her pants apart.
With a fluid motion, I pull her pants down, leaving her pink matching panties on.
A matching set…boy I’m a lucky man.
“I like your bra and panties,” I whisper, placing my hands against the outside of her moist panties.
Her back arches as she presses against me with her hips. “Th-thank you,” she sighs before I bring her to another mounting cascade of moans, her wetness quivering and pulsing with every touch of my fingers. With a quick flick, I slip beneath her panties, pleasing her directly, feeling the soft, slippery folds of her beautiful pussy.
I pull her panties off and dive my face against her, sucking and licking against her hard little clit. She groans my name again, riding against my face, and I grab her hips with my hands, steadying her, making herfeelevery movement of my tongue and lips.
She gets wetter and wetter until I bring her to the edge, making her gush against me, and I love every moment of it.
She sighs, her chest heaving, and I pick her up again, cradling her in my arms and setting her down in front of the window looking over Manhattan.
“Lean against the window.”
“Can anyone see us?”
“No, it’s one-way windows. We can see out, they can’t see in.”
Blossom takes a moment, standing naked in the reflection of the flashing lights, and I see a smile stretch across her face as her hands touch the glass windows and her ass pokes out for me.
I walk slowly behind her, taking in the view of her open legs, her voluptuous ass gently hanging open, showing off the familiar slit of her pussy.
“Your pussy is absolutely amazing,” I purr, taking my hard, throbbing dick into my hand and pressing it against her. She groans, her back arching as she feels me slide against her clit and opening, just teasing her for now.
“I love how wet you are for me. I love feeling you drip down my cock.”
“Oh, God, Noah,” she whispers, and in the dim light I can see her face blushing.
“Are you nervous?” I hiss in her ear before pressing into her entirely, and the beautiful, undulating moan she lets out is almost like a note from a song. With each stroke I feel her shudder, her walls vibrating and throbbing against me.
Already I can feel the urge to cum brimming within me, but I hold back, wanting to give her everything I have before I’m done with her.
Her left hand falls from the glass as I pound her, and I grab her arm, pulling it behind her playfully.
“Yes, oh, fuck yes!” she screams. “Please, Noah, fuck me hard!”
I press against her harder as she bends over more, and I feel her open up more than before. My right hand falls to the flesh of her hip and I grip it.
With a loud groan we finish together, and I lean against the window next to her, taking her into my arms, and feeling her hot juices soak me.
Chapter Three
Blossom
It’s been a month since that night with Noah.
