Twin Babies with the Billionaire for Christmas

11. Chapter Eleven

Chapter Eleven

Tristan

“Shut up and fuck me,” Rachel says to me.

My cock throbs painfully at her words. She keeps intimating that she’s always been passive in bed, that she’s always let the men in her life control her. I can’t imagine how that can be the case, given how authoritative she is with me.

There’s something so hot about knowing that I bring out this side of her that she has never gotten to explore before. It adds a layer of intensity to intimacy with her, which I’ve never experienced with anyone else.

I know she’s been sick, and I don’t want to make her feel like she has to do this, but she seems even more eager to have sex than I am. She’s straddling my thigh, rubbing her pussy against the softness of my joggers, a soft mewl of desire falling from her lips.

The steam from the bath is wrapping around us, heating the air between us even more. I reach up and cup her breasts, feeling her nipples harden through her top. She arches back away from me, pressing her breasts into my palms.

“Tristan,” she moans, my name sounding like a plea. “Don’t stop.”

“I thought you were the one who liked to make me beg,” I tease, pressing soft kisses along her neck and then breathing into the hollow of her throat.

She just squeezes my butt harder in her hands, and my hips push toward her body of their own accord.

I start stripping her out of her clothing, and she lets me, gripping my shoulders as if she might puddle to the floor if she isn’t holding onto me.

I think about her ex cheating on her, hurting Danny in the process, shattering her life. I pull her nipple into my mouth and watch her head tilt back with pleasure, her full lips parting.

How could someone reject this gorgeous, complicated, kind woman? I can’t wrap my head around it.

I realize that the bath is probably more than full enough, and I release her breast to lean over and shut off the water. When I straighten up, I meet her green gaze which is trained on my face.

“We said we wouldn’t do this,” she says, her voice raspy.

I nod. “We did. Do you want to stop?”

She stares at me for a moment, her chest rising and falling as she breathes hard. “No,” she whispers, her voice almost too quiet to hear.

“Thank God,” I say, realizing only now just how hard it would have been for me to walk away and leave her to take her bath alone.

I start taking off my clothes, desperate to have her skin touching mine. My dick feels like it’s being strangled by my joggers and underwear, and I sigh with relief as I slip them off.

“You’re so big,” she says to me, reaching out to run her fingers along my shaft.

I close my eyes, enjoying the featherlight contact.

“It’s been an issue in the past,” I admit, feeling a little shame coil through me. Porn might tell everyone that bigger is better, but when you bring a girl home, and your dick is too big to fuck her without hurting her, you realize that’s not always the case.

“It’s not an issue for me,” she says quietly, teasing the tip. My cock flexes toward her touch eagerly. “I think you’re perfect,” she says, her voice louder.

I look down at her and step back so she can’t reach me. She frowns a little, but I just smile. I reach out and slip my fingers through her wetness. She gasps and rocks forward as if she can’t help herself. I pull my hand away and suck my fingers into my mouth, my eyes smiling at her.

“You taste amazing,” I say to her. “I want to taste more of you.”

“Then do it,” she says to me, a bossy note entering her voice.

I wing a brow at her. “Ask nicely,” I say to her.

She pouts, and I almost give in and start kissing her again.

“Please,” she says to me, sounding a little petulant.

“Please, what?” I say back, smiling wider as she scowls at me. “You know how to ask for what you want.”

She looks down at my cock, as if willing it to get inside of her without my permission. She looks down at the floor, and whispers, “Please will you…put your mouth on my pussy.”

She’s speaking so quietly that I can barely hear her. I step closer and reach out to tilt her chin up so that she has to look at me.

“There’s no shame here,” I say to her. “You can say what you want and mean it. It’s sexy as hell when you tell me what you want.”

She searches my gaze and I see the fear, the worry. I again want to beat up every guy who made her feel this way.

“Say it,” I demand, gripping her chin and pressing a savage kiss to her lips. “Make me do what you want.” I nip her lip hard, and she sucks in a surprised breath.

I lean back in time to be rewarded by the flash of anger that crosses her face. Good. I want her to get out of her own way, to feel like she could demand the things she wants from me.

“Get on your knees and put your mouth on me, Tristan Black,” she says through gritted teeth, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

“Yes, ma’am,” I say agreeably. I snag a towel off the counter and kneel on it before leaning forward and sliding my tongue through her slickness.

Her hands come down and grab my hair, and she tugs hard, pressing her pussy into my mouth, seeking more from me. I delve my tongue into her, pressing her open over and over again.

She’s crying out now, holding onto my hair like it's her only anchor in the storm of her pleasure.

I move my attention to her clit, sucking, teasing, pushing her closer and closer to the edge. She’s pumping her hips in time with my movements, leaning back farther and farther as she chases her release.

I grab her hips to steady her, and sink my tongue into her welcoming heat again, mimicking what my cock is going to do to her next.

“Oh my God, Tristan!” she cries as she comes on my tongue, her pussy fluttering as her taste fills my mouth.

“Good girl,” I praise her, squeezing her hips gently as her orgasm takes her, helping her to stay upright. I look up at her as I lift my mouth away from her soaked flesh, my gaze running over the planes of her flat belly, and the undersides of her perky breasts.

Her lips are swollen from my kisses, and her cheeks are flushed. Her lashes lay like dark blonde half-moons on her cheeks.

She’s gasping for air as her hands come down to rest on my shoulders. She finally looks down at me, her eyes glassy with pleasure, a small smile hovering over her lips.

“Thank you,” she whispers.

“Any time,” I say teasingly, and she rolls her eyes.

I rise to my feet, and her gaze lands on my straining cock.

“Now you’re going to take my cock,” I tell her.

I climb into the tub, hissing a little at the heat of the water as I sink into it. I offer her my hand, and she takes it, but when she starts to get into the bath facing me, I shake my head.

“Turn around,” I tell her.

She looks at me for a moment with her brow furrowed, but then she complies, stepping into the tub and leaning back against me. My hands come up to cup her breasts, and she sighs with pleasure, leaning back even more.

I tweak her nipple with one hand as I lift her up onto my thighs with the other. I bring both hands down to cup her perky little butt and lift her up enough to be able to position myself at her entrance.

She grabs the sides of the tub for balance, and I slowly bring her down over my cock.

She keens as I stretch her and fill her, and I nearly spill myself inside of her as soon as I slide all the way home. She’s as tight as I remember her being last time, her pussy clenching greedily around me.

My hands come up to grip her breasts again, and I pinch her nipples as I whisper in her ear, “Clench and release, baby. Clench and release.”

She immediately knows what I want, and she starts squeezing her pussy and then releasing it. I tease her nipples in time with the movements of her internal muscles, nearly expiring from trying to hold back from coming.

“Tristan,” she moans, wriggling against me a little, looking for more movement.

“Patience,” I say, pressing her forward a little, my hand slipping under the water to work over her clit. She moans in response, forgetting the cadence she had begun with her inner muscles, moving now automatically as she chases her orgasm.

I support her as she starts fucking me again, the water sloshing and rushing around us with the movement of our bodies. I can feel my orgasm racing toward me, but I want her to come first.

I reach up and catch her shoulders in my hands, drawing her back against me as I slide farther down into the water. My arm wraps around her, holding her tightly against me, leaning back against my chest, as I continue my ministrations on her clit.

“Tristan, please make me come,” she gasps out, her body shaking.

“You can only come again when I say so,” I tell her, holding perfectly still, pressing her body against me harder as she tries to keep moving in the direction of release.

She makes a sound of frustration that is nearly my undoing, but I grit my teeth and say in her ear, “Kiss me.”

She angles her face back, kissing me a bit sloppily in between small, gasping noises.

I poise my hand over her clit, and I use the other hand to drive her down further onto my cock. She shrieks in my ear, and I tell her, “Come for me, Rachel,” as I roll her clit between my fingers.

Her orgasm is so strong that she jerks and twists in my arms, her loud cries deafening me, but I don’t mind. I grip her hips with both hands again and thrust one more time, roaring out my release as I come inside her welcoming, tight heat.