Page 19 of Loved By the Hacker

“Yes!” she hissed. “Just like that, Oleg.” I rolled the tightened buds between my fingers, tugging them the way she liked.

“You like my mouth on your pretty little body, don’t you?” I asked as she squirmed, but I didn’t stop.

I peppered kisses down her jaw between her breasts, swiping my tongue around her navel before moving lower. My cock yelled at me, wept in protest we weren’t balls deep inside of our little butterfly, but I wasn’t going to get distracted. There was nothing better than the taste of my girl on my tongue. Tangy and feminine. I groaned at the first swipe, loving the way she squirmed below me. There was nothing better, nothing I could or would ever crave but her.

“Yes, Oleg!” She grinded against my mouth, rolling her pretty hips to get me where she needed me as I pressed my cock against the mattress. “I need you. More, please! Oh god, Oleg, I need you inside,” she begged. I tore my mouth off her pussy and got on my knees between her legs. I looked down at her, pink and swollen, her skin flushed from my attention, just as I lined my dick up with her entrance.

“Say it,” I growled.

“Oleg,” she whimpered as her body shuddered. She was so close with the mere tease of my cock on her.

“Say it!” I demanded, tapping her petty, swollen clit with the pads of my pointer and middle fingers. “Say what I need to hear.”

“I’m yours,” she uttered in a moan, and I didn’t wait. With one long thrust, I pushed my way inside of her, stretching her walls around my cock, molding Coral’s perfect pussy around me until my balls touched the base of her. Until I was all the way inside of her.

“My very own heaven, butterfly,” I growled. It might have seemed like the start of a sweet slow morning, but there was nothing slow about the way my hips worked in and out of her body.

We were both slick with sweat as the scent in the room grew of sex and need until there was no holding back. My Coral shattered below me first. Watching her was erotic and only ricocheted my own release, coming deep inside her, painting her womb with my seed. My body collapsed over hers with exhaustion, the high of my orgasm still clinging to me as she squeezed and milked out my come with ever clench of her body.

“God, you feel good,” she sighed all too happily. “Every time is better than the last,” she whispered the words floating through my own mind.

Too tired to lift my head, I kissed the spot just above her heart, hoping that somehow, I’d found my way there for her. Praying I figured out how to tie myself to her so damn tightly and messily we would never have to live a life without one another. I pulled back, and my slowly softening cock slipped out of her. I watched with utter glee as my spent dripped out of her lewdly. I’d never taken a woman without a condom, and from the first night, I’d been inside her raw. The idea of breeding her was heavy on my mind as I kissed her collarbone and cupped each of her breasts.

“Don’t start something you can’t finish,” she teased softly. My head lifted off her chest, and her eyes were already on me.

“You don’t think I could get you to finish again?” I dared her to challenge me.

“Oh, I know you can,” she giggled, making her breasts dance under me. “But we both have to go to work, and I can’t be late today. I have a client coming in.”

“How long do we have?” I growled. I watched as she turned and looked at the clock.

“Thirty minutes.”

“I only need ten.” I crushed my lips to hers and got to work.

By the time I was done fingering her, wetness pooled on the mattress below her and she had twenty minutes left to get dressed before kissing me goodbye as I headed home to watch her every move at work while trying to get some work done.

Coral

“Okay, what is going on with you?” Raven asked, and Olive sat unusually quiet next to her as we ate lunch at the brewery.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I shrugged. I hated avoiding sharing with them. I wanted them to know about Oleg.

Hell, I wanted them to meet him. But something inside me knew the moment I shared, even though they were younger than me, they would go all overprotective mode, and I wasn’t necessarily ready for that.

“Really?” Scarlett asked, making me turn towards my deliriously happy sister. “I don’t know if I believe you. You look… too happy.”

“Too happy? Is that a thing?” I snorted and picked up a fry, popping it in my mouth.

“See! Too happy,” she repeated, and I frowned.

“I don’t know what you?—“

“That!” Scarlett pointed at me as I picked up another fry. “You never eat fries,” she called me out, and I rolled my eyes.

“That’s not true,” I argued, knowing I was lying. I loved fries, but when I’d been with Jack, he had hammered it into my head how I shouldn’t eat them if I wanted to stay fit.

I had no idea why I had let him into my head the way I did. Oleg didn’t care what I ate. Hell, he insisted I eat three meals a day. On the days he knew my schedule was crazy, he even sent food to my office for me. It was crazy to think that the last three weeks, as much of a whirlwind as this thing with him and I had been, he had showed me just how important I was to him. How much he wanted to take care of me.

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