Page 65 of Triplet Babies for My Billionaire Boss

“Rodney, please,” she whimpered.

I smiled. “I love it when you beg, angel,” I said.

I picked up the pace, fucking her harder and harder, pumping in and out of her. It didn’t take long before her first orgasm rocked through her body. She cried out, curling her legs around mine, her nails biting into my shoulders. I watched her face as her mouth opened, and for a moment, she stopped breathing before she gasped and moaned again. I loved watching her orgasm and fall apart in my arms.

When the orgasm was over, Danielle peeked at me through hooded eyes.

“It’s my turn,” she whispered, and I knew what she wanted.

I pulled out of her and laid on my back next to her. She rolled over and climbed onto me. I could already see the changes in her body. Her stomach was slightly swollen, and her breasts were enlarged. It was hot as hell. There was something about her body now that she was carrying my child that was irresistible.

When Danielle sat on top of me, I could only focus on how she felt on top of me and how tight she was. She rocked back and forth, her hands on my chest for support, and I groaned. When there was love involved, sex was nothing like a detached one-night stand.

Danielle started rocking harder and faster. Her breasts swung back and forth above my face, and I reached up to hold on to them. Her face was slack, her lips parted, and I knew it was how deep I pushed into her, as well as the friction of her clit against my pubic bone. Danielle wasn’t only riding me; she was rubbing out another orgasm of her own.

The idea that she was working herself closer and closer to the edge, how tight she was on my cock, and how hard she rode me brought me closer as well. When Danielle orgasmed, her pussy clamped down on me, and I released as well. I pumped into her, jerking and spasming, and her body milked me, contracting in rhythm with my orgasm. We moaned together, her face so close to mine that our lips almost touched.

I pulled her against me, pressing our lips together and kissed her, hard. I kissed her so that she would never wonder what I felt for her again.

When the orgasms faded and it was just the two of us in a tangle of limbs, breathing hard, Danielle lifted herself off me. We lay in bed together, naked, my arm around her shoulders, her head on my chest.

“It’s not too much?” she asked. “Three more kids is a handful. We weren’t even planning for one, let alone three.”

“I wouldn’t have chosen it for myself, but now that it’s happening, I won’t change it for the world. We’ll make it work, and we can get help if we need it. A nanny or something.”

Danielle nodded. Knowing that we were going to have triplets was a bit of shock, but I meant what I said.

“What would we name them?” Danielle asked.

I thought about it for a moment. “We should name one of them Markus, after your dad,” he said. “If we have any boys. What do you like?”

“I like Ava and Rose,” she said. “And I agree about Markus. What about Jackson? And Logan?”

I nodded. I was fine with anything. I didn’t care what they were named as long as they were all safe and healthy. “Let’s add Samantha to the list in case it’s three girls. Then we’re ready for whatever happens.”

Danielle smiled and tipped her head up to kiss me.

“Done,” she said.

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