Page 47 of The Billionaire's Rival (Bad Boy Billionaires)

“No,” Ford said. “I’ve had enough of controlling this. Fuck me, Jay. Fuck me as hard as you did last night, but this time you’re going to have to look at me while you do it.”

“I could flip you over, hold you down, and drive into you, use you from behind, never have to look at you.”

“That’s not how it’s going to be.”

“I just said I was in charge.”

“Yeah, and this is how you want it. If you didn’t, you would’ve made me turn over to start with.”

I squeezed his thighs hard, pulling him toward me as I thrust deep.

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FORD

It felt like Jay was going to split me open. I’d taunted him into this. I’d wanted him to be brutal with me. I needed him to take charge and make it impossible for me to think.

“This is exactly what you want, isn’t it? You want me angry, unsure if I want to fight you or fuck you.”

I hated that he could read me so well. I refused to say anything else. He pulled back and drove into me again, making me slide toward the head of the bed before leaning forward, seizing my wrists, and pinning me to the bed.

It was so fucking hot. It was perfect. I shouldn’t trust him like this, let him see what I needed, but I couldn’t hold back with him. I’d meant what I said. He wasn’t going to always be in charge. Fuck. He wasn’t going to always be here.

I couldn’t think about that not now, so I snarled at him. “Is that all you’ve got?”

Jay growled and fucked me relentlessly, brutally, exactly like I wanted him to. I wanted it to hurt. I wanted him to make me totally lose control.

I struggled against the hold he had on my wrists, but he held me down easily. I was stronger than I seemed and could probably break his hold if I wanted to, but I wasn’t sure. Panic rose in me, but it just fueled my pleasure. I needed this so badly.

“Look at me,” Jay ordered.

When I did, I saw so much in his eyes—grief, anger, desperate need.

“I know what I’m doing, and I know who you are,” he said. “You’ve been chasing this for a long time, wearing me down with your gorgeous, seductive self, making me have to admit things about myself that I didn’t even fucking know. I don’t know what kind of wizard you are, and I don’t know what kind of hold you have over me, but right now, I’m going to use you, fuck you, hear you beg again. You’re always ready to beg for my cock, aren’t you? You’re a fucking slut for me.”

I didn’t even want to deny it. “I will always get what I want from you.”

“No,” he pulled out, grabbed me viciously by the hips, forced me over onto my stomach, then yanked my ass up into the air and pinned me down with a hand on the back of my neck. When he drove back into me, he sank balls deep in one harsh stroke.

“Jesus, Jay. You’re going to fucking kill me.”

“I’m going to try.”

I arched my back, giving him even better access. He gripped me tighter, squeezing my neck.

“Do you want it rough? I can give it to you fucking rough.”

He took me so hard and so fast I couldn’t think. I couldn’t breathe. I was panting, begging, crying his name. I didn’t care what it took, I was going to have everything from him. He was going to make me come.

I reached a hand under me, wrapping it around my cock, gasping at the feel of the friction I was so desperate for.

“No the fuck you don’t,” Jay snarled. “You don’t get to do that. You don’t get to do anything unless I want to give it to you.”

“You can’t stop. There’s no way in hell you could stop now, and you know it.”

“I have no intention of stopping. I’m going to fill your ass with my cum. I’m going to watch it drip down your legs, but that doesn’t mean I have to let you come. That doesn’t mean you have to get what you want.”

“Fuck you, Jay. You will not do that.”

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