Page 61 of Grumpy Billionaire Bad Boy

"Exactly what you want," I stare at her through my lashes, not daring to take this a single inch further until she gives me permission. I might find her to be the most frustrating person on the planet, but I would never touch her without her consent. "Do you want me to do that, little tornado?"

She nods but that isn't enough for me.

"I want you to say it," I tell her.

"Yes, Archer," she pants. "Please."

I wish I were a better man, one that would be able to walk away from this, keep his composure and not get so fucking worked up during every interaction with her. But I am not a good man, and right now, all I can think about is what she must taste like.

Gripping the fabric of her dress, I rip the slit in the side and run my nose up her thigh and give my hands a chance to explore her soft skin.

London gasps and follows it with a moan, the sound going straight to my throbbing cock.

I reach her lace panties, run my thumbs under the dainty material, and growl when I feel how fucking wet she is already. I stop what I'm doing and tilt my head toward her. "That better be for me, not him."

"I…I promise," she whimpers and runs her hands through my hair, tugging me toward her center. London steps apart, opening herself wider for me, an invitation I hate that I want in the first place.

I bring my face closer, breathing in her scent—so fucking sweet—and blowing hot air over her pussy. I kiss her through her panties and savor the taste of her seeping through the sheer fabric. Reaching up, I take both sides into my hands and slowly tug them down and over her legs. With the panties still in myhand, I skim the fabric over her thigh and across her center, teasing her before running the fabric over her entrance.

She moans and tilts her head back. "Please, Archer."

I shove a finger inside of her, the panties wrapped around it, and fuck her with them.

London whimpers and tightens around me, so I send another finger into her.

"You like that?" I ask her, knowing damn well she does but wanting to hear it from her lips.

"Ye-yes," she moans, the sound echoing in the confines of this parking garage staircase.

I lift her leg over my shoulder and fuck her deeper, my lips grazing her clit. I apply pressure, kissing her and swirling my tongue around her as I rock my panty-covered fingers into her tight, soaking pussy. I angle my fingers, caressing her G-spot and making her shiver under my control. I shove more of the lace inside and release my hand, both of them going to her center to spread her apart. I lick and suck on her, drawing my name with my tongue so her pussy knows who's bringing it pleasure, and who it belongs to.

London digs her nails into my scalp, practically begging with her hold on me.

In one swift motion, I position her other leg over my shoulder and rise to my feet, holding London's sweet pussy in front of me while she holds on. She doesn't protest, she doesn't ask to be let down, and I don't think I would even if she did. I'm a man on a mission, and I won't stop until she's finished and dripping on my face.

London bucks her hips gently, fucking my face and moaning with every motion, her fists holding on to my hair.

I swirl my mouth all over her, careful to only graze her clit, not quite giving in to what she wants just yet. She deserves alittle punishment for what she's put me through, and a little sexual frustration is a small price to pay.

But with each labored breath, her sweet juices coating me as her body aches with want, I find myself unable to withstand giving in. I maintain a hold on her with my left shoulder and arm, and free my right hand to return it to her aching pussy. I penetrate her, using the friction of the drenched underwear to fuck her hole and suck on her swollen clit.

Her entire body tenses and rattles, her orgasm hitting her hard and fast, the most beautiful moan leaving her and filling this parking garage staircase. I finger fuck her all the way through it, not letting up when her clit pulsates against my tongue. I smile and savor her taste, knowing damn well this fleeting moment is soon to end.

"Oh. My. Fucking. God," London says.

Carefully, I release her, leaving her panties inside of her and lowering her onto the ground. I hold on to her as she gains her footing. "God had nothing to do with that, little tornado."

She braces herself on my arm and wobbles. "I don't think I can walk," she admits.

I scoop her back into my arms and carry her the rest of the way up the stairs and into our apartment complex, going straight to our place and not stopping until I've laid her on the bed in my room.

"I think that was a bit overkill," she admits. "You didn't have to carry me all the way in here." London scoots back onto her elbows, her legs parting slightly, reminding me of the fabric tucked into her.

"Do you want me to get that?" I ask her, chewing at my lip and dying for another taste.

What the fuck is wrong with me? I can't stand her and yet I can't get enough.

London, her gaze lined with lust from only moments prior, spreads her legs. "Be my guest."

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