Page 31 of Baby for My Billionaire Rival

Jake returns, his hair all messy from my fingers running through it. Not nearly as well-coiffed as he was at the beginning of the evening. He smiles nervously and touches my leg, guiding himself back to the spot between my thighs he left for himself.

He lays over top of me and I feel his length against my thigh, yearning to be inside. Our lips brush one another’s.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” Jake says.

I clutch the sides of his cheeks, stubble imprinting into my hands. “Do I seem breakable to you?”

Jake tries to laugh but stops. “I just want you to know how amazing I think you are.”

I did it. I’ve won. Earned his respect. Got him right where I wanted him from the first day I met him.

But that’s not enough. I need more.

Needall of him.

I tuck my hands along the seam where his backside meets his thighs and pull on him. “Show me how amazing you think I am, Jake.”

For all of Jake’s swagger, his country boy charm, his unreadability in moments, his expression is not immune to a woman telling him he’s wanted. His forehead creases at the center, eyes widening as his mouth parts. He does not resist the pressure of my hands, pushing his hips forward slowly.

The head of his shrouded cock rubs up against my opening, then slides past it. Once, twice.

Jake laughs nervously.

I reach down between us. “Here.”

When my hand lands around his cock, he bites his lip, a tiny grunt suppressed in his mouth. I adjust the unflinchingly hard member until the head of his cock is at the exact right angle to slide in. Jake pulses his hips forward slightly and he pops inside.

I take a shallow breath. “Go slow.”

“Oh, I will, darlin’, I will.”

I try not to let myself get hung up on him calling me darlin’ because that would ruin the temporariness of this arrangement in a heartbeat. Thankfully, I’m distracted by Jake pushing himself deeper inside, my body adjusting to the prickling pain of stretch while the nerves inside me bloom simultaneously. Feels so… fucking good to have him inside.

Jake slides his hand across my forehead and through my hair. From his expression, you’d think he’s taking a math test rather than having sex. “You alright?”

I nod. “Uh-huh.” And to prove it to him, I wrap my legs around him, locking my ankles around his hips. “I’m ready.”

Jake starts to undulate his hips, still intently focused as he tries to read my expression. His lips fold together tightly.

With each thrust, I feel my body get lighter. More open. Pleasure starts to prickle up my spine. “Yes. Damn, that feels… so good.”

Jake leans down, his mouth by my ear. “That’s all that matters to me.”

“Mmm, you say all the right things,” I chuckle, though my throat is constricting with a moan as my head tips back on the pillow. “Go faster.”

As his hips increase in speed, Jake drops his head into the crook of my neck, his lips finding my skin. I can hear the desperation in his small groans. I wrap my arms around him, tucking my face up against his forehead.

This isn’t drunken, one-night stand kind of sex. It has tilted into another realm completely. I don’t know how to go back, how to reset the feeling of emotion and euphoria that are rumbling through my body.

And I’m not sure I want to.

I dig my fingernails into his back, relishing the way Jake’s body shudders at my touch. “Fuck, you feel good,” he growls.

Suddenly, Jake lifts his body from mine, positioning me so I’m resting between his knees, my legs spread wide. From his kneeling position, he fucks me deeper and harder, his mouth open and eyes heavy with lust.

“Oh my God, Jake, yes, that feels so good,” I moan, my back lifting upward as I feel electric zaps through my body. “You’re going to make mecome.”

Jake’s blue eyes are eclipsed by his pupils. He starts to thrust harder, animalistic and terrifying in the sexiest way possible.

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