Page 67 of Triplet Trouble For My Billionaire Boss

"You want me to be your first?"

She bites her lip and nods.

"Say it," I command.

"I want you to be my first."

The words send a jolt through me, and the last of my control snaps.

I crush my mouth to hers, my tongue sliding against hers as I taste her. She's sweet and hot, and the taste is better than anything I could've imagined.

She moans, her fingers gripping my hair, and her hips move, her body seeking friction.

She wants this.

She needs it.

I grab her waist and roll her over, pinning her to the bed. My mouth is on hers, and my hands are everywhere.

"I'm going to make you feel so fucking good," I say against her lips.

She whimpers and arches into me, pressing her body against mine.

I groan, and the sound seems to spur her on.

Her hands slide down my chest and stomach.

"Fuck," she whispers, her fingers trailing along the lines of my abs.

"I'm not even going to pretend you aren't a fucking fantasy come true," she says, and the blunt words send a jolt of lust through me.

I chuckle.

"I bet you have women throwing themselves at you left and right," she says.

I lean down and capture her lips in a kiss. She gasps and arches into me, and I grind my cock against her.

She groans, and the sound drives me wild.

"Fuck, you feel good," I say against her mouth.

"I want you."

"Good," I growl, my hand traveling under her shirt and over her stomach.

I cup her breast, and she moans, her hips rocking against mine.

"So responsive," I murmur.

I brush my thumb over her nipple, and she cries out, arching into me.

"God, yes," shegasps.

I lean down and press my mouth to the curve of her neck.

"Do you like that?" I ask.

"Yes."

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