Page 28 of The Billionaire's Rival (Bad Boy Billionaires)

“I know that, but the concept is the same.”

“Nothing about this will be the same as any other sex you’ve had. I’m not going to let you forget that it’s me you’re fucking, and if you’re used to sticking it in some girl’s ass you should know you need lube.”

Ford freed himself from my hold and moved toward the end of the couch.

“No,” I yelled. “You’re not going anywhere until I’m done with you.” When I grabbed him, pulling him back to me, the end table tipped sideways and crashed the floor.

“I was just trying to get the lube you son of a bitch.”

“I’ll get it.”

“It’s in the damn drawer.” He gestured toward the fallen table.

I found the bottle of lube and squirted some onto my fingers as I positioned myself behind Ford. He gasped when I pushed a finger into him. His ass was so tight and hot as it gripped my finger. Fucking him was going to be amazing. I hoped I’d be able to last more than a few seconds.

I added a second finger, pushing deep. He turned his head and looked up at me. “I thought you’d just drive your dick in there. I didn’t expect you to get me all prepped.”

“I want you ready because once I’m inside you I’m not going to go slow or easy.”

“I don’t want you to. I want you to use me just like you’ve fantasized about.”

“You’re fucking filthy. I knew you would be.”

“Thought a lot about it, have you?”

“Enough. You fucking bastard.”

He worked his hips, pushing back to take my fingers deep. I pulled them almost all the way out, then pushed in again, working him open slowly.

“You can go harder. I won’t break.”

I drove into him hard and stretched my fingers apart as far as I could.

“Curl them down,” he ordered.

Was I positioned right to press on his prostate? I did as he said, and he cried out, jerking in my arms. I did it again, and he reached around and seized my wrist. “Fuck me now. I’m more than ready.”

I let my fingers slip from his body and slicked up my cock. This was happening. I was going to fuck a man, a man I was supposed to be working against. A man who hated me but wanted me. This was so messed up, but there was no way I could stop now. Just the thought of his ass squeezing my dick had me close to spilling my load already.

I took my cock in hand and brushed the tip over his hole. Then I surged forward, pushing through his resistance.

“Fuck you,” he yelled.

“I thought this was what you wanted.”

“It is, you bastard. Give me more.”

I pulled most of the way out and drove in again.

Ford whimpered and the sound nearly made me lose it. His ass clamped down on my dick. “Is it too much for you?”

“Never.”

“You want it all? You want my dick buried in you?”

“Yes, goddamn you. You know I do.”

Once again I pulled back, then thrust into him, fighting the tightness of his ass until I was buried to the balls.

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