Distracting the Billionaire's Son by Jordan Bell

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with each thrust grunting with the effort of forcing himself inside of me.
    “God, you’re so tight. That’s right Jessica, good girl, show
me how much you want it. Prove it to me.”
    I moaned and pushed back into him when he drove me into the
bed and in a moment we were matching thrusts. I rose onto my elbows, dropped my
head forward. It was so good, so much more than I thought I could ever have.
    “More!”
    He started thrusting in and out faster, deep, very deep,
then in and out quick before slowing again. He panted, moaned my name under his
breath.
    “So beautiful,” he gasped and thrust faster, harder, until
he had to hold onto my hips to keep us together. “Oh, Jessica, I don’t want to
come yet. You make me so fucking hot. Come for me, baby, show me.”
    He pulled back and let me go wild on him, fucking back
against his body with all I had. I was so close to exploding, the pressure
filling me up, making me shake with the effort of fucking him. He whispered his
pleasure, urged me on faster. When I was about the come he grabbed my hips
again with a loud growl and thrust himself deep inside of me. “That’s it, Jessica.
Take it, sweetheart. Take it!”
    His sudden climax sent me over the edge and I joined him,
bucking my hips in time with each wave that passed from fingertip to toes. I
closed my eyes, buried my face in the cool comforter and felt each delicious
shudder that passed through my body.
    He rocked gently, bent over my ass, before sliding slowly
out of me. I gasped when he popped free and all I wanted was him back inside of
me. I craved it. As soon as he released me I collapsed into his bed and he
crawled along my body, put his arms around mine and turned me over onto my back
so he could see my face.
    “Jessica,” he whispered and kissed my face, my mouth, my
eyes, throat. “ Jess . God you’re beautiful.” He buried his face into my
hair. “How could you have chosen me?”
    I reached for him, dug my fingers into his hair and pulled
him down to kiss me. I didn’t even know who’d won. Maybe we both had. Jonah
straddled my hips and shivered against my mouth, but this kiss wasn’t the
hungry, desperate kiss of a man drowning. It was slower, softer. I whispered
his name against his mouth and he responded by licking my tongue and sinking
his body against mine.
    “I want to see you, all of you.”
    I groaned, no . No, he couldn’t do this to me. Not
now. Not when we were so close. I broke the kiss and turned my face away. He
couldn’t want this, didn’t know what he was asking. Not after what had just
happened, how perfect it had been.
    “Trust me, Jonah, please. You don’t want that. Keep me just
like this. If you want this as much as I do, you won’t ask this of me.”
    He dropped his head, buried his face into the crook of my
neck. His breath there was hot against my skin. “I hate that there’s any part
of you barred to me. Trust me, Jessica…Jess… nothing is going to stop me from
taking you again, tonight, in the morning. Every night. I haven’t felt this,
not this, in a very long time.” He leaned up, met my eyes in the darkness. The
way the moonlight hit them, they were so green.
    “Trust me,” he begged. And I did.
    I closed my eyes, swallowed. Nodded, because I couldn’t do
it myself, wouldn’t be able to do it myself. He took the bottom of my tank top
and slid it up my torso until it was over my head and dropped it off the bed. The
cool ocean air from the window licked my exposed skin, more naked than I had
ever been. I kept my eyes closed, too afraid of his reaction when he saw the
soft, slightly raised crisscrossing scars that made a roadmap of my belly up to
the underside of my breasts. Time had lightened them, but they were still
there, still making me so terribly imperfect. He went still, silent. I couldn’t
even hear his breathing and every second that past killed me.
    And then he lowered his mouth to my belly and kissed me
there, once, twice, traced scars