Page 82 of Triplet Trouble For My Billionaire Boss

"Oh!" She gasps.

"You ready for this, Annie?"

"What?"

I thrust smoothly back into her, and her words dissolve into a moan.

"That's it," I say, filling her up again.

Her hands grab onto my shoulders, and her nails dig into me, hard.

I groan, loving the way she's marking me.

"You like that, Annie?"

"Yes," she pants.

"You like when I fuck you?"

"Yes, yes," she groans.

"You think you can handle more?"

"Yes," she hisses.

"Say please."

"Please," she begs, and her arms and legs wrap around me, pulling me close.

I take her mouth again and kiss her.

Then, slowly, I begin to move.

With every stroke, she gets a little louder, a little wetter.

She's moaning, her head thrashing from side to side.

"Look," I whisper.

Shelooks, and her breath catches.

"Watch," I say. "Watch my cock slide in and out of your pussy."

Her gaze goes back down, and she watches, her eyes wide.

"Look how hungry you are," I say. "You can't get enough."

"Oh," she moans, and her head tilts back, her neck bared.

"Touch yourself," I order.

"What?"

"Play with your clit, Annie," I demand roughly. "Show me how you touch yourself when you're alone."

She hesitates, and then her fingers go to her pussy.

I watch as she strokes herself, and I can feel her getting even wetter.

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