Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 67711 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 339(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67711 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 339(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
“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.”
That only made him try harder to get more from me. He wanted to be used. He wanted it rough. I took his cock in my hand and worked him as I fucked into his ass. “Yes. Like that. Oh, fuck.”
I let go of his cock before he could come.
“No. What are you doing?”
“Are you a slut for me, Ford?”
He whimpered. “Jay…don’t do this.”
“But you like this. You like me in charge. Tell me how much you want me.”
“Jay, you know.”
I growled. “Tell me.”
“I want…God, please.”
“That’s it. Tell me what you need, beg me for it.”
“Jay,” he sounded so desperate, and it made me have to fight to hold myself back.
“Yes?”
“Please, let me come, please.”
I wrapped my hand around him again and worked him hard and fast. He thrust into my hand, and I felt his ass squeeze my dick just before he cried out. His cum ran over my hand. I’d jerked off another man. I was holding a dick. It should be freaking me out, but it was the hottest fucking thing ever.
I drove into him a few more times and let go, spilling my load in his ass.
“Oh fuck,” he cried out.
“You loved that, didn’t you?”
“I…no condom. I feel your cum inside me. So hot, but….”
Condoms hadn’t even occurred to me. Hell, he’d had to remind me to get the lube. “I’m negative. You’re safe with me.”
“No. I don’t think I am, but not because you fucked me bare. You’re…I’m…you’re good too.”
“I bet you never forget protection.”
“I don’t, but I can’t expect a former straight boy to remember.”
“I…damn it, Ford.”
“You loved fucking me.”
“I did, and I made you beg for me. Don’t forget that.”
“It doesn’t mean anything.”
I hated that those words hurt. It shouldn’t mean anything. What did I think this was? The start of fucking relationship? I didn’t even have those with women.
“There’s no reason it should.”
I let my dick slip from his body, and he groaned. “Damn, you fucked me hard.”
I had. I’d completely lost control. The room spun around me as Ford rose up and frowned at the mess we’d made on the back of the couch. “I’ll send you a bill if that doesn’t come out.”
How could he be so together right now and so fucking cold? I could barely think.
He walked away and came back with a towel for me. I wiped myself as clean as I could and pulled my pants up. I was still mostly dressed, and Ford had only taken one leg out of his pants.
When my pants were zipped, I looked up, and Ford met my gaze. My breath caught, and I froze. The depth of emotion in his eyes let me know he wasn’t as unaffected as he wanted me to believe. “Ford, I….”
He shook his head. “I will still fight you in court. I won’t give in. I won’t change my tactics. I won’t negotiate something that isn’t what Miles wants. Just because you fucked me doesn’t mean you get what you want from me.”
No feelings. That’s how this should be. I could play it that way too. “I already got what I wanted, and so did you. Don’t try to act like I didn’t rock your world.”
“Damn, you’re even more arrogant when you’re drunk. Go home and sober up.” He leaned over and picked up his phone which had fallen from his pocket in my haste to get his pants down.
“What are you doing?” I asked when he started typing on it.
“Calling you a cab.”
“I can’t go home. I already told you. Somebody’s watching my apartment.”
13
FORD
Was he really serious about that? “Jay, what you talking about? You really think someone is watching you?”
“I got a call today from some guy who threatened me, then someone followed me when I left the office.”