Page 41 of Triplet Babies for My Billionaire Boss

I assumed it was a rhetorical question. I sat up and wiggled on the bed to get out of my jeans. When they joined Rodney’s pants on the floor, along with my panties, I stood up next to the bed and let Rodney look at me. He took in my naked body, then my breasts, then the apex of my thighs. I turned so he could see my ass as well, wanting him to see every inch of me.

Rodney climbed off the bed and walked toward me, wrapping his arms around me from behind. He pressed his thick cock against my ass cheeks, and he cupped my breast with his hands, playing with my nipples. He nibbled the skin of my neck, and his lips worked their way down from my earlobe to my collarbone. I shivered.

Rodney turned me so I was facing the bed. With one hand on my hip and another on my back, he gently bent me over. I arched my back, pushing my ass toward him. Rodney made a low, growling sound at the back of his throat, and I felt his fingers at my entrance.

“God, you’re wet,” he said.

“It’s all for you,” I said. “Because of you.”

Rodney pushed his fingers into me, and I cried out. The sensation was unexpected when I’d thought he was going to fuck me, but it felt amazing. I moaned as he slid his fingers down my slit to my clit and rubbed it in circles until I bucked my hips against him.

He removed his fingers, and a moment later, I felt his thick flesh against my entrance. I held my breath in anticipation and sighed when he pushed into me. His cock was so big. He pushed into me slowly, splitting me open, and I gasped and shuddered as he did. When he was buried deep inside me, he gave me a moment to adjust to his size before he started moving.

I used the time to catch my breath, which he’d taken away from me when he bent me over.

Rodney pulled out of me, and I gasped as he slammed back inside me. His hands were on my hips, gently resting. I braced myself on the bed as Rodney started fucking me harder and harder. He stroked in and out of me, and my breasts swung back and forth with every thrust. It was the first time we were both completely naked, and it was amazing and beautiful, the way I had always wanted it to be.

I didn’t have a lot of time to think about it. Rodney kicked into another gear, and my mind blanked out. The only thing I could focus on was my body and his and the way we came together.

“Play with yourself, baby,” Rodney said in a gruff voice.

I didn’t hesitate before doing what he asked. I reached between my legs. My pussy was wet with our sex, stretched by his cock ramming in and out of me. I rubbed my fingers over my clit in small circles. It was hard to concentrate on the different sensations: Rodney’s dick sliding in and out of me, the friction he built inside me, and my fingers on my clit, rubbing in crazed circles.

Slowly, because of the divided attention, I came closer and closer to the edge. The way his cock felt inside me with every thrust intensified every little circle I made. My legs grew numb, and a fire grew in my belly that slowly spread through my body until I was made entirely of light.

It shattered a moment later, and I orgasmed, collapsing with my torso on the bed, unable to hold myself up. Rodney’s hands on my hips held me in place for him to keep fucking me, and I shivered and cried out as pleasure racked my body.

Rodney pulled out of me almost before I stopped orgasming. He crawled onto the bed and lay down on his back. His cock stuck up into the air, slick and glistening with our sex. I knew what he wanted. He didn’t have to ask. I climbed on top of him, straddling his hips and lowering myself onto his cock.

When I sat down, he sank deeper inside of me than before, when he was doing the work. I moaned at the intense feeling. I raked my hair out of my face. I was sweating, my hair clammy against my scalp. Rodney’s skin was slick with sweat as well, and we were both breathing hard.

I started rocking my hips back and forth, riding Rodney. His eyes were on my breasts as they jiggled while I fucked him. My knees chafed on the bedspread, and my skin stuck to Rodney’s thighs and hips, but I didn’t care. The look on Rodney’s face told me he was close to orgasm, and I wanted to be the one to push him over the edge. I wanted to fuck him until he came inside of me.

I rocked harder and faster, finding a rhythm that brought me closer and closer to the edge as well. Since Rodney and I had started fucking, I had been introduced to multiple orgasms. I didn’t know how I had been satisfied without it before. I loved having more than one now.

Rodney was the first to lose control, grabbing onto my hips and forcing me down on his cock. He pumped into me, his cock jerking and spasming. His orgasm trigged my own, and I cried out as my pussy clamped down on Rodney’s cock and contracted in the same rhythm, milking him. We groaned and moaned and orgasmed together. The connection between us was so strong it was overwhelming. I doubled over, my breasts against his chest as we came together.

We lay together in the aftermath, breathing hard. Slowly, we started calming down. I lay on Rodney’s chest, my legs on either side of him, his cock still in my body, but he had gone soft, and I knew if I moved, he would slip out. I didn’t want to move. Something between us felt different tonight, and I didn’t want to break the spell.

After some time, Rodney’s dick was completely limp, and he slipped out of me. I climbed off him and laid down next to him. He pulled me closer to him, his body curling around mine like a question mark.

I had to go home, I thought. But it felt so safe and warm in Rodney’s arms, so right. I closed my eyes, thinking I would get up in a few minutes and get dressed, thinking I wanted to bask in the afterglow for just a while longer.

And then I fell asleep.

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