Page 136 of Triplet Trouble For My Billionaire Boss
But he holds back, keeping that maddening distance.
"Play with your tits," he orders then sits back and begins stroking his cock again, his eyes raking over my body.
"Cole," I gasp, but my hands move to my breasts anyway.
"Do it," he says, his voice rough.
I hesitate for a moment, then slowly begin to touch myself, cupping and squeezing my breasts. I pinch the nipples lightly, just like he had earlier, and a wave of heat rushes through me.
He groans, pumping his hand faster.
"Fuck, baby. Just like that."
I can't take my eyes off him, his muscles rippling, his face tense with pleasure.
"Cole," I whisper.
"Yes?"
"Please."
"What do you want, Annie?"
"Cum for me," I plead, arching up, desperate for him to claim me again.
"Not yet," he growls, his cock swelling. "Remember that first night, Annie? The night I came to your room?"
"Yes," I gasp.
"What were you doing before I got there?"
My breath hitches, remembering. "I was thinking about you."
"Were you touching yourself, Annie?"
I can barely breathe, let alone speak, but the intensity of his gaze, the desperation in his voice, propels me forward.
"I was going to, yes," I whisper, the confession burning my cheeks.
"Tell me," he orders.
"I was thinking about you," I repeat, "about what it would be like if you were there, if you were touching me."
"Where was I touchingyou?"
"Everywhere," I moan, losing myself in the fantasy. "I was imagining you kissing me, touching me, fucking me."
"Show me," he whispers roughly.
I open my eyes wide at his command.
"Show me what you would've done if I hadn't knocked on your door," he says, eyes intense, slowly stroking his cock.
"Cole—"
"I'm not asking," he warns.
I hesitate for a second, the heat of his gaze almost too much to bear.
