Page 15 of Triplet Babies for My Billionaire Boss

Rodney bucked his hips, sliding into me harder and faster, and I tried to swallow my moans. He fucked me hard. His cock was thick and long, and he damn near tore me in half with every thrust. But it was this side of pain, and it didn’t compare to anything I’d had before. Sex with Rodney was better than I could ever have dreamed.

It didn’t take long before I orgasmed again. It rocked me to the core, and my body convulsed as I rode the waves of pleasure. Rodney slowed down a little while I came, my muscles clamping down on his cock. I closed my eyes and curled around Rodney’s body with my legs around his thighs and my nails digging into his back.

Rodney pressed his lips against mine, kissing me so deeply I forgot whose air I was breathing.

When the orgasm faded, I blinked open my eyes and looked at Rodney, who looked smug and satisfied.

“That was so hot,” he said.

I swallowed and nodded. “I agree,” I said.

Rodney pulled out of me, and I felt his absence acutely, my body gaping where his cock had filled me a second ago.

“Turn around,” he ordered, and I did as he asked. I stood on all fours, my ass pointing to him.

Rodney put his hands on my ass cheeks and massaged them, squeezing.

“I love watching you walk around my office,” he said. He lightly slapped my ass, and I yelped. He chuckled. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this.”

He pushed his thick head against my entrance, and I gasped. Rodney slid into me from behind, and somehow, he felt even bigger than before. He slid in and out slowly a few times, as if he knew I had to adjust to the new angle, his new size. When he was sure I was ready, he gripped my hips and started fucking me from behind.

Rodney rammed into me, his cock sliding in all the way and banging up against my cervical wall. The pain that came with it mixed with pleasure, and it was pure ecstasy. I cried out, his thrusts forcing the breath out of my lungs, and the room was filled with our sex. Our grunts and moans and groans. The sound of thick flesh pounding into wetness. The slap of his balls on my pussy.

I loved it. I loved every second of it, every thrust, every push, every moan that came from his lips.

I felt another orgasm build inside me, a combination of his constant pounding and his balls against my clit. I was breathing hard, and I gave myself over, surrendering to the sensation. I was still wearing my bra; we had never gotten around to taking it off. My breasts jiggled back and forth, spilling from the top of the bra cups.

Rodney ran his hand along my spine to my neck, his fingers tangling in my hair. He closed his hand into a fist, a handful of my hair caught in it, and he pulled gently back, enough to tilt back my head and arch my back.

I moaned when he did. He was holding me in the position he wanted me, my back arched and my breasts out, my ass up while he pounded into me.

A third orgasm suddenly ripped through me, and I cried out. Rodney grunted and pushed into me as deep as he could. I felt him release, spasming and jerking, and my body grabbed him, milking him as he pumped into me. The orgasm was more intense than I’d ever felt, and I was lightheaded and out of breath when I finally recovered.

Rodney was still inside me, his cock throbbing with the echo of our orgasm. My arms and legs trembled after the effort of keeping myself up. Slowly, Rodney pulled out of me, and I whimpered. I was tender, sensitive. Rodney collapsed next to me on the bed, his hand pressed against his head.

“You’re fantastic,” Rodney said in a gruff voice, turning drooping eyes toward me.

I lay next to him, still breathing hard. I offered him a limp smile.

“You’re pretty great, too,” I said.

He grinned at me, straightening out and facing the ceiling. He closed his eyes, and slowly, his breathing calmed. When I lifted my head and peeked at his dick, he was flaccid, tired after the sex we’d had.

Rodney’s breathing became steady and rhythmic, and I knew he had fallen asleep. I didn’t know how much he’d been drinking, but I didn’t mind. It gave me time to stare at him. His dick was still large even though it was soft now. With his eyes closed, none of the worry lines painted his face, Rodney looked younger. His dark hair was starting to escape his slicked-back style, and it curled around his ears.

I sat up and tugged him by the arm, urging him to move. Rodney complied in his sleep, shifting up toward the top of the bed. I pulled a sheet over his naked body so Tommy wouldn’t get the scare of a lifetime when he came to find his dad in the morning. I tiptoed to the bathroom where I cleaned up, wiping away the evidence of our sex.

I found my clothes on the floor in the bedroom and got dressed. I checked in the mirror, fixing my hair which betrayed that I’d had sex. I was going back to my parents’ place. I couldn’t afford to look like I’d been fucked, especially not on a night I had been babysitting my dad’s best friend’s son.

When I was happy with my reflection, I walked down the passage and checked on Tommy first before letting myself out of the house. I pulled out of the driveway, smiling to myself.

What the hell had we just done?

I couldn’t believe I had let Rodney fuck me. And I couldn’t believe how much it thrilled me. It had been the best sex of my life, bar none. I hadn’t had more than one orgasm with a man ever, and Rodney was as hot without clothes as he had always been.

I drove through the quiet neighborhood, my stomach erupting in butterflies every time I thought about the sex I’d just had with Rodney. God, it had been fucking fantastic. And it had been with the man I’d had a crush on for years. What was going to happen at the office now? I didn’t know.

That was Monday’s problem. For tonight, I was going to relish in what we had just done and wallow in post-coital bliss. I shivered again, still throbbing between my legs where Rodney had been.

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