Page 29 of The Billionaire's Rival (Bad Boy Billionaires)

“I told you I could take it,” he taunted.

“We’re just getting started.”

He looked up at me. “Don’t tell me you’re straight ever again.”

“I’m not—”

“Who are you fucking?” The anger in his eyes made me suck in my breath.

“You.”

“Say my fucking name.”

“Ford. Asshole lawyer, Ford Wainwright.”

“Don’t you forget it.”

I drove into him and kept going, fucking him again and again until he was open for me, his body no longer protesting the invasion. He was driving his hips back to meet my strokes as he reached under himself and started stroking his cock. Fuck, he really was into this.

When his movements grew more frantic, and he didn’t seem able to catch his breath. I squeezed his wrist, forcing him to let go of his dick.

“Hands on the couch,” I demanded. He struggled for a moment, then gave in.

“You like that, don’t you?” he asked. “You like telling me what to do.”

“Fuck off.” I took him even harder, using him relentlessly until I wasn’t sure I could hold back much longer.

It was every bit as good as I’d imagined, better even, perfect. Why hadn’t I done this before?

He tried to reach for his cock again, but I seized his hand. “No, not yet.”

“I want to come, you fucker.”

“I bet you do.”

He tried to free his arm. “Let me go.”

“Beg me. Beg me to let you come.”

“No.”

I grabbed his other wrist too and pinned them both to the couch as I lay over him and fucked him hard and deep.

“I can’t…Jay…Let go….”

“Beg me.”

He drove back against me like he was trying to take even more of me inside. “Give me what I need.”

“Not yet.”

I slowed my pace, working slowly into him. He was panting, whining. “I need to fucking come.”

“I don’t want to let you.”

“I hate you.”

“I know, but it just makes this hotter. Your ass is mine. You’re bent over for me, taking my dick.”

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