The Billionaire’s Rival (Bad Boy Billionaire #2) Read Online Silvia Violet

Categories Genre: Contemporary, M-M Romance Tags Authors: Series: Bad Boy Billionaire Series by Silvia Violet
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Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 67711 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 339(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
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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.”

“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.

“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.


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