Page 105 of Triplet Trouble For My Billionaire Boss

My knees buckle, and he holds me steady, his fingers moving relentlessly.

"Beg for it," he says, and the deep rasp of his voice sends a shiver down my spine.

"Please, Cole," I gasp. "Please make me come."

His fingers continue their torturous pace, and I press back against him, desperate for release. My orgasm builds, coiling tighter and tighter inside me, and just before sweet release, he stops again.

I whine, writhing in his arms.

"What is it you want, Annie?" he asks, his voice a low rumble.

"I want to come," I plead. "Please, Cole. Please let me come."

"No," he says simply.

"What?" I gasp.

"I told you to beg. I didn't tell you to ask."

I'm trembling, and the ache between my legs is unbearable.

"Cole, please," I beg. "Please, let me come."

"Mm. Almost." He slips his fingers inside me, and my walls clench around him.

"Please, Cole. Please, please, please."

He moves his fingers faster, bringing me closer and closer to the edge. I'm gasping, pleading, and then—

Nothing.

My legs nearly collapse under me, but Cole catches me.

I struggle to turn as my legs shake uncontrollably. Cole supports me and turns me to face him. I wrap my arms around his neck.

"Cole," I whisper. "Please, Cole. Please, can I come?"

He chuckles, dark and sinful. "That's what I'm looking for. Ask again."

I can barely stand. I'm shaking, and the pressure is building. "Please, Cole. Can I come?"

"Only on my cock," he says, his voice filled with dark promise.

I swallow hard, nodding. "Okay."

"Good girl." He turns me back around and spreads my legs wider.

I brace my hands on the tile, and the water beats down on us. Cole slides his cock against me, coating it in my arousal.

I gasp, my back arching, as his tip presses against my entrance. He slides into me, filling me completely.

"Oh, Cole," I moan.

He thrusts into me, his pace hard and fast—not afraid of hurting me as much as the first time. My legs tremble, and I grip the wall for support. He drives into me, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.

I'm gasping and moaning, begging for more as he fucks me relentlessly.

My cheek and breasts are practically pressed to the wall now, and I relish in the contrast of the heat behind me and the cool tile in front of me.

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