Page 94 of Grumpy Billionaire Bad Boy

I move my hips, trying not to draw too much attention to myself but still devouring the pleasure he's giving me. I have half a mind to unbutton his pants and sit on his lap, filling my pussy full of him instead of his fingers and come undone around his cock, not a care in the world for who bears witness. But luckily, I'm a tiny bit more reserved than that and this isn't exactly the time or place for exhibitionism, no matter how badly I want him.

I'm just glad our seats were positioned ever so perfectly to give him the right amount of access to finger fuck me under the table without anyone knowing.

"Archer, Leo tells me you two used to work together," Grace says, her voice threatening to pull me from my daze.

"Yeah," Archer responds, sending me right back to it with his smooth cadence. "Few years ago. It's been a while since then…" With each word, he strokes me, moving his fingers in a decadent rhythm that's sending me closer, and closer…

Until Archer stops abruptly, his fingers still buried, but unmoving.

"I have to use the restroom, if you'll excuse me." Archer removes his hand, leaving me practically panting with want. He gives me an extended look before leaving the table.

"I hope it wasn't something I said," Grace says.

"He's always getting his panties in a bunch about something," Leo tells her. "Don't worry about it."

I clear my throat. "I'll go make sure everything is okay." I go after Archer, following him into a dimly lit hallway, my sights losing him once I'm down it.

A firm hand catches my waist, spinning me around. Archer pins me against the wall, his body pressed along mine.

Letting out a gasp, I relax into him, my hands tugging at his sides, my mouth desperate to be on his.

Archer holds my face in his hand, skimming his thumb over my cheek. He runs his palm over my neck, his entire grip aroundit, tilting my head to give him room to leave a trail of his lips behind. I shudder under his spell, aching from head to toe with carnal lust.

"Archer," I whimper.

He returns his hand to my center, hiking up my dress to grant himself access. Archer wastes no time, spreading me open and dipping his fingers in. "You're so fucking wet."

Clumsily, I reach for the waistband of his jeans in my attempt to unbutton them. "Fuck me, Archer. Please?"

Archer pivots out of my way. "Not here."

I loosen a breath and settle for stroking him through his pants, his cock aching through the thick material. At least I know hewantsto fuck me, even if he won't.

"Taste yourself," he says, pulling his hand from my center and grazing his fingers over my lips. He pops them into my mouth and I swirl my tongue around them and wish it was his cock in my mouth, not his fingers.

I moan against him and he groans in response, pulling his fingers out of my mouth and putting his tattooed hand around my throat again, no doubt making one hell of a necklace. He applies pressure and I press against his grip, desperate for it to be tighter as our lips meet, our tongues frantic in their embrace.

Out of breath, Archer breaks away and drops to his knees in front of me. "If you're going to come, it's going to be on my tongue, little tornado." He blows warm air on my pussy and I tense in anticipation for what's next.

I dig my fingers into his hair, my head leaning on the wall when his mouth meets my wetness.

Archer sucks on my clit and my legs shudder, the edge so fucking near. With one hand on my thigh, he nudges my knees apart and shoves his fingers back inside of me, spreading me open and filling me full of him. He doesn't bother teasing me any more, yet instead fucks me so hard his knuckles rattle against myentrance. My clit aches with relief on the horizon and I hold on to his hair tighter, yanking him into my pussy as I climax hard and abruptly, biting down on my lip to suppress the scream I want to let out.

He moves his hand until my orgasm settles and I release the hold I have on him. Archer presses a few soft kisses on my pussy before slowly removing himself from inside of me. He licks my slit one final time, like he's making sure to lap up every bit of my juices, and fixes my dress for me. He rises to his feet, his gaze dark through the shadowy hallway as he brings his hand to his mouth and sucks on his own fingers.

In a moment of pure fucking bliss, I move out from under Archer and push him against the wall. "Let me return the favor." I settle my hands over his waistband but don't go any further, not if he truly doesn't want me to.

"I didn't do that for a favor. I did it because I wanted to, and because you needed it."

"Maybe I need this too."I lick my lips. "Please?"

"How am I supposed to say no to that?"

I grin and unbutton his pants, pausing just at the zipper. "Is that a yes?"

"Are you asking for my consent, little tornado?"

"I am." I blink up at him.

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