Page 110 of Grumpy Billionaire Bad Boy

"You're just in denial," I tell him and watch him fist his cock, pointing it at my hole, sliding it up and down.

Archer doesn't take his eyes off my pussy when he glides into me, slow at first and then all at once, slamming deep and hard. "You frustrate me, you know that?" He brings my knees up, pushing his chest against them, and fucks me with a passion that tells me exactly how frustrated I make him.

I reach for him but he's too far away, my hands dropping to my sides.

"Touch yourself," he orders. "Pinch those nipples for me."

I run my hands up my body, my eyes on his as I do what he says. "Like this?" I moan when he shoves into me.

"Harder." Archer drives himself further, rattling something off his desk and sending it onto the floor. "Pinch them as hard as you'd want me to."

I squeeze them so tightly it hurts and my pussy throbs at being beaten by not just his cock but his hand, too. "Fuck, Archer, I'm so close. Please. Please let me come."

"Beg for it." He drops one of my legs, letting it fall to the side, giving him access to my clit. Archer hovers his hand right above it and stares right at me. "Beg for it, little tornado."

"Please," I whimper. "I'll do anything." I cup my tits in my hands, grabbing them firmly. "Let me come. Let me come for you. Let me come on your cock. Fuck, Archer. I need this. I need you."

Archer spits onto my pussy and applies pressure to my clit, giving me exactly what I want, my entire body rattling with pleasure and pain.

I come hard and fast and it lasts so fucking long I'm not sure it will ever end. Archer rolls my clit through the entire thing, his cock slamming in and out of me, slowing its pace once I'm done.

Panting, I open my eyes and meet his.

"Next time keep your eyes on me," he says with a straight face. "Or I'll stop mid-orgasm."

Archer slides me off the table, his cock still buried inside of me. I cling to his sweat-glistened, decadently tattooed body as he carries me into the kitchen. He lowers me onto the floor by the counter and pulls himself out of me. "Turn around and bend over, little tornado."

Unsure of how much more of this I can take, I do what he says and stretch my body across the cold counter. This isn't the first time my body has been horizontal on this surface, but the other times were when he was washing my hair, his hands gently scrubbing my scalp. There's nothing gentle about what he's doing to me tonight.

Archer nudges my legs apart with his foot and runs his left hand up my back while guiding his cock with his other. He moans as he penetrates me and goes easy for a second, slamming into me the next.

I brace myself on the counter and revel in the fullness. My pussy aches in the best way and I spread my legs a little wider for him, tensing around his rock-hard shaft.

"You feel so fucking good, little tornado. Your pussy was made for me. You were made for me." He continues thrusting, his hands gripping my hips, his fingers digging in. "Tell me you were made for me."

"I was made for you," I struggle to get out.

"Is this too much for you?" he asks, the tone of his voice like he's breaking character because he's not sure if I'm okay.

"No," I tell him truthfully. "I want you to come."

Archer smacks my ass and continues to fuck me, hard and deep. "I don't think you're ready for that yet." He changes his rhythm, thrusting in at an angle, a new bout of sensations consuming me. "I think I could make you come again. What do you think?"

I clench around him and moan loudly.

"You keep making those noises and I might come for you." Archer slows down but keeps fucking me deeper, rocking his hips in such a heavenly manner. "Don't be shy. Let me hear you. Moan for me."

I don't hold back, letting every bit of pleasure course through me and to my mouth, moaning like no one is listening. Desperately searching for something to grip, I push back onto him and wonder how it's possible another orgasm is so fucking near. A man has never been able to make me come, let alone this many times. It's like I've died and gone to orgasm heaven. Archer unleashing sweet hell on my pussy.

"That's it, baby." Archer's cock throbs inside of me and it's enough to send me over the edge, screaming out as I shatter around him.

My vision blurs again and my entire body shakes, my pussy convulsing like it's trying to milk his fucking cock, this one more intense than the last.

Archer carefully pulls himself out of me, leans down, and presses a kiss on my back before kneeling behind me and playing with my still aching pussy. "You're throbbing for me. So fucking wet." He moans. "You taste so good." Archer skims his finger along my soaked skin and dips it inside, stroking gently. He licks at my hole, sliding his tongue in and out, over and over a few times.

I hate that everything he does is so fucking good, making me want him even more, despite thinking I've had my fill. I guess if there's a way to die, I'd settle with being fucked to death by Archer Sin.

Archer stands, his hand on my pussy, his fingers penetrating me. "You think you can come again, little tornado?"

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