Page 109 of Grumpy Billionaire Bad Boy

He extends his hands and I put mine into his. Archer helps me up and turns me around, ripping what's left of my dress off. "Shame about the dress," he says but I know damn well he doesn't care about the dress.

In nothing but the heels I've been wearing all night, Archer runs his fingers through my hair, along my back, and kneels to continue the length of my body. "On your knees," he commands.

Completely obedient, I plop onto the couch, expecting him to fuck me from behind again, but instead, Archer leaves a trailof his tongue up my thigh and to my core. With his hands spreading me apart, he licks at my center, tasting the lust that's been building for him for so long. Archer dips his tongue into my pussy and cups it, licking me with force. I tense, every bit of me sensitive from what he's already done to me, my mind wondering how much more I can take, and how much he's willing to give.

Every inch of me is eager to find out.

Archer shoves two fingers into me, not even easing them in. He thrusts them hard, burying himself knuckle deep. He keeps licking me, his tongue dancing perfectly over my aching core. Rocking his inked fingers, he moves like he's spent his entire life dedicated to finding out what I like.

I bend over, arching my back for him, and moan. "Oh fuck, Archer. Right. Fucking. There."

He thrusts another finger into my hole, filling and stretching me, but nothing like his cock had done. Archer keeps finger fucking me, aggressively and so fucking good, until I'm tensing around him.

But this time, Archer doesn't let me come, he stops abruptly right before I'm about to dive over the edge. He pulls his hand out but leaves his face there, tilting it from side to side, licking all over my pussy. He sucks my labia into his mouth and buries his face in me.

"Archer," I pant. "Please."

I can practically feel him smile against my pussy, giving it one last lick and breaking away. Archer stands, gripping his hard cock in his hand, stroking the length of it. "I don't think you're ready yet, little tornado."

"I am." I nod too enthusiastically and reach between my legs, my clit aching against my fingers.

Archer halts mid-stroke, dropping his cock. "What did I say about touching yourself?"

I continue anyway, not caring what he has to say. If he won't finish this orgasm, I will. He's given me two others, what's so different about this one?

"Put your knees together," he demands and because I'm desperate for him to please me, I do it. With one leg, he leans onto the couch next to me, one hand on my back and another on my ass. "Remember your safe word, little tornado?"

"Yeah, I remember it." I hold on to the back of the couch and look at him, wondering what's next.

"Good, because you're going to need it." Archer rubs his palm over my ass, smacking me a second later, harder than he has before.

I flinch, but only from surprise, not from the pain. No, the pain is fucking delectable, and I want more. "Is that it?"

He hits me with more force, the sound rattling my ears.

A smile breaks across my face and I pucker my ass in the air for him. "I'm waiting."

"Very well." Archer moves, his target no longer the entirety of my cheek, but now his aim is dead center. He swirls his palm over the skin, smacking me, my pussy lips included.

"Oh fuck," I moan, the sensation both agony and pleasure battling to take the stage. "Again."

He hits me again, and again, and again, each one making my body tense in so many ways. Archer moves his hand from my back, bringing it under to pinch my nipple in between his fingers. He rolls it around and releases it to give the other one attention while skimming his palm over my ass and pussy. His next hit almost sends me into orgasm, but I fight it back, wanting more.

I've never had sex this rough before, but I don't think I ever would have wanted it from any of my past partners. There's something about Archer that makes me feel safe even though he's absolutely destroying me.

"That's enough," he says after he smacks me one more time, almost like he's annoyed I hadn't given in.

I'm not sure there's anything he can do to me I wouldn't allow him to, not when the tension had been building between us this long, and knowing that it can't happen ever again, no matter how badly I want it to.

Archer spins me around and picks me up, holding on to my legs as he carries me over to his desk, setting me down on the cold surface. "Lay back."

"What about your computer?" I start to lean but hesitate.

"I said lay back."

"Gosh, Mister Groucho." I lower myself completely so I'm flat on his desk as he stands between my legs.

He glares at me. "How many times am I going to have to tell you I'm not grouchy?"

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