Page 106 of Grumpy Billionaire Bad Boy

"I think you know." Archer backs me into the wall, his eyes meeting mine before he crashes into me with his body, his lips.

We kiss, both of us moaning into each other, desperate to be closer, to feel more.

I keep one hand in his hair and drag the other down, tugging at the collar of his button-up. His cock hardens in his pants and I grind against him, wanting, lusting, begging for it. I reach forhim, feeling him through the fabric, moving my hand up and down.

He groans and I unbutton his pants to shove my hand inside.

"Fuck me," I whisper against his mouth. "Fuck me right here."

"I don't have a condom."

"I don't care."

"Are you on birth control?"

Each question and answer is said between heated kisses.

"I'll take a morning-after pill. Just fuck me, Archer."

"I need to make you come first."

I break away, looking him dead in the eye. "You said I can have whatever I want, big boy. Now, I saidfuck me."

Archer stares at me for a long second, questioning my demand and finally, giving in. He holds me with one arm, my body still pinned against the wall as he grabs onto his cock, sliding it along my eager entrance. "You're so fucking wet, little tornado. Are you ready for me?"

I nod expectantly, a bit nervous.

"Say it," he growls.

"I'm ready," I pant.

Archer lines himself with my hole, his gaze on mine as he pushes gently into me. "Keep your eyes on me."

I moan loudly when he penetrates and spreads me open, inch by inch until he can't go any farther. "Fuck, you're so big."

"You're taking me so well." He slides out, slowly, and enters me again, repeating this countless times, getting my body familiar with his. "You're so tight, you feel amazing."

I tense around him, my pussy reacting to his praise.

"You like when I tell you you're doing good?" Archer rocks his hips, moving in and out of me a little quicker this time.

I nod and he narrows his eyes at me.

"Yes," I tell him.

He smirks and his cock hardens, filling me even more. "Am I hurting you?"

"No. I like it. I want more."

"More?" He thrusts into me. "Like that?"

"Yeah." I moan, this angle rubbing against my clit, heightening my pleasure. "I'm so close."

Archer drops his face, planting his lips on my neck, kissing and sucking the tender skin. He keeps hold of my waist and lifts me up and down onto his shaft. "Come for me. Come on my cock, little tornado." He fucks me harder, my orgasm nearing with each thrust.

I dig my nails into his hair, squeezing tightly, my entire body tensing as I near the edge. I scream out, my pussy pulsating around him. He fucks me all the way through it, not daring to stop until I loosen my grip on him. Breathlessly, I say, "That was intense."

He plants a brisk kiss on my lips. "That was just the beginning." Still buried inside of me, Archer carries me over to the couch he's slept on for the past month and lowers me onto my back. "I'm going to fuck you in all the places I've imagined fucking you."

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