Page 27 of The Billionaire's Rival (Bad Boy Billionaires)

Jay did as I said, and I thrust into his hand, frustrated that it wasn’t slick enough for me to slide in and out easily.

“You want to fuck me?” I challenged him.

“Yes,” he growled.

“Then you’re going to have to get rougher than that.”

Jay gripped my hips and shoved me back into the wall, then spit into his hand and started stroking me roughly, his grip almost painful.

“God, yes. Like that.”

He kissed me again, and I was lost. His lips trailed along my throat, and I tilted my head to the side to give him better access. He sucked at the skin where my neck and shoulder met. He was going to fucking mark me, and I wanted that. I wanted to be his, even if it was just for a moment.

“Do it. Bruise me. Hurt me.”

“Jesus, Ford.”

I slid my hand between us and pressed the base of my palm against his cock, rubbing him through his pants. I needed to feel his skin. “Get these off.”

“You’re fucking bossy.”

“Then find a way to shut me up.”

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JAY

This wasn’t real. It couldn’t be. I wasn’t stroking Ford’s dick. I wasn’t about to fuck his ass. This had to be a dream.

The best dream ever. I didn’t want to do anything to make it stop.

The feel of Ford’s hand pressing against my cock was so good I was sure I would come in my pants if he kept it up.

When he demanded I strip, I tried to open my pants without letting go of his dick. I was that fucking enamored of the way it felt in my hand, hard but soft, like mine but so different.

Ford pushed my hands out of the way and unfastened my pants while I kissed him again. I couldn’t get enough of his mouth. How the hell did it feel so good to kiss a guy—no, not any guy, to kiss Ford. I’d wanted him for so long. Was I really ready to admit that now?

When Ford wrapped his hand around my naked cock, I sucked in my breath. Holy shit. His hand was soft and smooth, his fingers long. He worked me up and down, and I was suddenly so close to the edge I tried to push him away.

“Are you scared now?” The fucker was goading me, trying to make me snap.

“Fuck no. I’m ready for more.” I took hold of his biceps, yanked him away from the wall, and pushed him toward the sofa.

The bastard turned and grinned at me. “That’s more like it.”

I gripped his hips and turned him to face the back of the sofa, then pushed at his back, folding him over it.

“Oh, Jay, did I make you angry?”

I yanked down his pants, exposing his ass, then stopped and stared. His cheeks were perfectly round, I squeezed them and pulled them part. Ford groaned and pushed back into my hands.

“I’m going to fucking wreck you,” I snarled.

“Are you? Do you even know what you’re doing?”

He was going to find out just how much I knew. I was going to make him beg. I needed to hear that, I needed to know how much he loved taking my dick. I might be out of my mind, but I was going to prove to him just how good I was. “You think I’ve never fucked a girl in the ass?”

“I’m not a girl.”

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