Page 83 of Triplet Trouble For My Billionaire Boss

"That's it," I encourage. "Rub your clit, Annie."

She whimpers, and her hips jerk, trying to get more friction, more contact.

"Keep rubbing," I say, and slowly, I withdraw and sink into her again.

Her lips part, and her cheeks are flushed.

"Faster," I order.

Her fingers move faster, and she gasps.

I watch her fingers moving over her clit as I start to thrust just a bit harder but still mindful.

"Yes," she whispers.

"That's it," I say, keeping my thrusts long and steady.

"Cole, Cole," she pants.

"Fuck," I curse. "You're so damn tight."

She arches her back and moves her hips, and her fingers keep stroking her clit.

"I'm close," she whispers.

"That's it," I say. "Come for me, Annie. Let me see."

She moans, and her eyes fly up to mine, her cheeks flushed.

"Come for me," I repeat, and she whimpers.

I speed up, and my fingers reach down and join hers on her clit, and she shrieks, her hips bucking.

"That's it," I urge. "Come on my cock, baby."

"Yes, yes, yes," she chants, her voice rising.

I can feel her getting closer and closer, her muscles tightening.

"More, please," she begs. "Harder."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, yes."

"Fuck," I hiss, and I let go—just a little.

The next thrust is alittle harder, and her eyes widen.

"Like that?" I say.

"Yes," she moans. "More. Keep going, please."

"Annie," I grit out, and then I pull back.

"Yes, yes," she groans, her voice loud and her back arched, her eyes locked on me as I give her what she wants.

Her body is shaking, her fingers rubbing frantically at her clit.