Free Distracting the Billionaire's Son by Jordan Bell Page B

so I
bounced when I fell. He crawled onto me, straddled my hips and pinned my wrists
over my head. His mouth found mine again, slower this time. I couldn’t get
enough of the way he tasted. It was a crime we hadn’t kissed before now.
    His cock, hard and throbbing against his pants pushed into
my belly, held my hips still though I very badly wanted him inside of me. He
worshipped my lips, sucked at my tongue and plundered my mouth with such
vigorous aggression. He groaned and pressed my hips down into the bed.
    “What do you want, Jessica? Tell me exactly what you want.”
    “You,” I gasped and pushed to meet his hips, our battle for
control began. “All of you. Inside me.”
    He responded by crushing my mouth with his, rough and
desperate. Savage . It lasted only a second before he climbed off me and
grabbed the front of my panties in his fist and ripped them down my thighs. I
bent my knees, lifted my hips as he tore them from my body. He unbuckled his
pants, unzipped them, and drank all of me in with his gaze in the soft, ocean
moonlight that fell across his bed. His cock fell straight and hard, swollen
and wet. He grabbed my hips and yanked me down the bed toward him.
    “You are a very naughty little girl, Jessica. What would
people think if they could see you now?”
    I grinned, arched my hips so I could feel his erection slide
back and forth against my thighs. Jonah reached for each wrist, pinned them
above my head in one hand. He leaned over me and slid his other hand between my
legs, cupped me in his palm, and probed me with his middle finger as he
searched my face for the answer to the universe and the stars. He could see
through me, into me, I was sure of it.
    “I only care what you think, Jonah. What do you think? Tell
me ,” I moaned and arched my body up against his. “Tell me.”
    “I think,” he said and lowered his mouth to the dip in my
tank top between my breasts. I gasped, it was too close to the no-fly zone of
my body, but instead of pulling away, I pushed toward his mouth and he kissed
me there again and again, tracing the forbidden edge of fabric with his lips
and tongue. “I think this is all I’ve thought about for days. Your thighs, your
body, that gorgeous mouth. I want you very badly.”
    I moaned and forced my hips against him, ground against his length
like I’d die without it. He released my wrists, stood tall over me, and slapped
my left hip that stung and sent me nearly over the edge.
    “On your hands and knees, Jessica. Show me how beautiful
your ass is.” I’d never been spanked before, but the way he growled and stroked
the hot, stinging spot made me shiver desperately.
    “Again,” I whispered. “Again, please.”
    “My eager girl,” he sighed. I pushed my ass into the air,
lowered my face to the bed. He took both ass cheeks in his hands, stroked and
petted them with gentle devotion. When he had me moaning and rocking into his
hands, he pulled his right hand back and smacked harder this time, once, twice,
until I was sure I could feel his hand print, hot and stinging, left there like
a permanent reminder of how badly I wanted him and he wanted me. He lowered his
mouth to the handprint, kissed it and I couldn’t take it anymore.
    “Jonah,” I moaned. “Now. Please. Please .”
    He climbed the bed, positioned himself so he could rub his
member up my slit and nuzzled the head against my clit. He liked when I thrust
my hips back against him.
    “Mmm, that’s it Jessica. That’s my girl.” He slid from my
clit back down and pushed just enough for the head to part my lips and slide
inside. He leaned over me, panted and stroked my skin, my hips, my back,
anything he could touch. I moaned, begged for him to take me, he pulled back
and them rammed forward.
    I gasped, buried my face in his blanket and screamed his
name. He was so deep inside of me, stretching me to fit his girth. He slid out,
nearly all the way, and then rammed me again, pile driving me into the bed