Page 80 of The Billionaire's Rival (Bad Boy Billionaires)

JAY

Igrinned down at him, loving that I’d gotten up the nerve to try rimming. It had been amazing making him react that way. “Yeah, I have. I’ve learned so much.”

“And you like it.”

I did, but I didn’t know if I would with anyone else. “I likeyou.”

I lined up my cock and pushed into him. He gasped as I opened him up, then tensed. “You okay?”

“I’m fine. I can take it.”

He was going to have to. No way in hell was I stopping now. I could try to go slow, to hold back, to let him adjust, but I was going to fuck his ass hard and deep. I was going to make him come again. Watching Ford climax had quickly become my favorite thing in the world.

I braced myself on my arms, giving me more leverage to drive into him.

“Yes. Like that. Take everything you want.”

“I want you. All of you. I want to possess you. Make you beg. Make you as desperate as I am.”

“I need you so badly. I already need to come again.”

“You will.”

I rode him hard. We were both barely able to breathe. He was begging, babbling nonsense, and I was focused on going as deep into him as I possibly could.

“Touch me,” he begged. “Need you.”

I wrapped a hand around his cock and stroked him. He arched up and cried out. The sight of him like that, so desperate, wanting it to be me who got him off, was all I needed to lose it deep inside him. I pumped out my load as he came onto his stomach for a second time.

When he was thoroughly drained, he collapsed back onto the mattress. “Fuck that was…how does it keep getting better every time?”

“I don’t know. How did I not know I wanted this?”

“I have no idea.”

We both turned toward each other, and I reached out to brush his hair from his face. “Ford…?”

His breath caught as if he knew how significant my words were going to be. “Yes?”

The word was barely audible. Was he afraid? I sure as hell was. “I think I’m in love with you.”

He smiled, and I let myself breathe. “You think?”

I shook my head. “I know I am.”

“I love you too.” He sounded relieved to have finally said the words.

“What does this mean?”

“I don’t know. What does it mean to you?”

“I…when this is all over, do we…?”

“Date? Keep fucking? Whatever you want.”

“It’s that easy?”

Ford sighed. “Maybe it could be.”

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