Page 107 of Grumpy Billionaire Bad Boy

I grin at him and shake my head. "How many places?"

"You'll find out." He kisses my lips and slams into me, taking me off guard in the best way. "Is that too hard?"

"Not at all," I breathe into him. "Give me all of you."

Archer lifts my leg, putting it over his shoulder, and pounds into me, my dress ripping from this new position. "I'll buy you a new one, don't worry."

"I wasn't worried." I slide my hands under his shirt and dig my fingers into his back, pulling him closer to me.

Our mouths meet, desperation and desire fueling our kisses.

"You feel so fucking good. This feels like heaven," Archer says into my mouth, and drives his tongue against mine. He bringshis hand up my chest, squeezing my boob before putting his fingers around my throat. The pressure is light but divine.

My pussy clenches and my hips rock into him. I place my hand on his, my grip firm, silently giving him approval to tighten his.

"You like it when I put my hand around your throat?" His brown eyes stare into my green ones even though he already knows the answer to that question.

"I like everything you do to me," I tell him.

He slides his hand up my chin, his thumb dragging over my bottom lip. "Open up."

I comply, eagerly waiting for what's to come.

Archer hesitates while still thrusting into me. "Say it."

"Spit in my mouth," I tell him and part my lips.

He smirks and does exactly that, spitting right into my fucking mouth, making all this that much hotter. "You know I respect you, right?"

I narrow my gaze. "Yeah?"

"Because for the next few minutes, it might seem like I don't." He slows his pace, reaching down to grip the base of his shaft. "You need a safe word."

"I don't need a safe word," I say. "There's nothing you can do to me that I won't like."

He stops completely and I ache for him to continue. "Do you want this to keep going?"

"Yes." I sit up on my elbows.

"Then what's your safe word?"

I rack my brain, words failing to come to mind, my only thought how badly I ache for him. "I don't know."

"That's not a good choice, little tornado." Archer carefully glides out of me, leaving my hole empty and ravenous. He strokes his cock with my juices coating him.

"Bagels," I blurt out, my cheeks reddening from that being the only thing I could come up with.

"Bagels?"

"Yes. Bagels. Now are you going to fuck me or not?" I reach between my legs and rub my clit, hungry for another release even though I just had one.

He snatches my hand, pulling it away. "You touch yourself when I tell you to." Archer steps back and points to the couch. "Now get on your knees."

My heart skips a beat and I lick my lips, moving without question and getting on my knees, my back to him. I glance over my shoulder as he watches me, his eyes scanning my body.

Archer hikes my dress up my back, exposing my ass more than it already was. He grips it tightly then gently smacks it.

I arch into him, the tip of his cock pressing against me.

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