Page 59 of The Grumpy Billionaire

She grabs on to my hair, arching toward my face. I kiss her mound. She’s bare down there, and the growl that tears from my throat is something I’ve never heard come from myself. I don’t know myself and I don’t care. I fist the fabric—two furious fists ripping the scrap of cotton into two parts.

She twists her fists in my hair. “Hugo.”

I lick her slit. She gusts out a shuddery breath. I lick her with more ferocity, licking and sucking, mercilessly invading her pussy with my tongue. Her breath is coming in short bursts.

I find her bud with my tongue. I can’t be gentle. I slide my tongue against it rough, then I slide against it softly. I pull her lips apart with my hands and shove my tongue into her hole. She whimpers. Her knees buckle. I hold her up, keep her with me.

“Two degrees harder, Roboto,” she says.

I give her what I think she needs, and she gasps, small hands practically tearing out my hair.

I press a finger into her hole.

One hand clamps onto my shoulder, holding on, breath coming fast. I work her hole with my finger while I lick her perfect pussy.

“Say relent again,” she mumbles.

“What?”

“Say it like you said it before.” She grips both shoulders, back wedged against the wall, barely standing on her own.

I devour her like a wolf—teeth, tongue, fingers, snarls.

“Say it.”

“Relent to me,” I hear myself growl. “Relent.”

“Uh, fuck!” she says, coming apart under my tongue. “Fuuuuuck!” Her pussy convulses, small fingers dig into my shoulders. I’m eating it up, eating her up, cock straining under my pants.

“Relent,” I say.

She’s leaning on the elevator wall, one hand on the flat silver rail, one on my shoulder, bare pussy gleaming in the subdued elevator light.

I press my hand onto her pussy. “Cannot get enough of this,” I rumble, sliding around her juices. “Need to be inside you. Need.”

“Do it,” she hisses. “Right now! Wait!” she roots around in her everything purse while I unbutton her top.

She produces a condom and hands it to me.

“No.” I unbutton my pants. “You put it on me.” My voice is a hard baritone. I’m reduced to savage need, yanking down my zipper, my boxer briefs.

She kisses my cock, sending shivers over me.

She puts it on me while I claim every inch of her breasts, hands down her shirt. I used to have some technique with a woman’s breasts, but now it’s just about roughly owning them, fingers and palms working in a way that might be more bearlike than human.

“Do everything. Anything and everything.” She gazes up at me darkly. God knows what she sees that made her say that. Her words are like a red flag to a bull.

“Do me however you want—however you want.”

“Turn around,” I say. “Grip the rail.”

She turns and grips the rail. I should stop this, but I can’t.

I slap her ass and she hisses out some word I can’t make out, or maybe my language faculties are simply offline. I’m spreading her dripping wet lips, spreading around the juices. She wiggles around and I slap her ass again, harder.

“Yeah, Roboto!”

“Up. Open for me.” She tips up her ass and I position my tip against her sex and sink in.

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