Page 8 of Loved By the Hacker

“I need you. Please!” I squeaked. “I ache. Please fill me up.”

“Raw,” he gritted. We might have just met, but I could see his control buckle.

“Raw. Bare. Nothing between us,” I begged. I was on the pill and clean. I’d had every test I could possibly have done after I found out about Jack’s double life.

“Your wish is my command,” he grunted, thrusting his hips forward, filling me from tip to root with his length. My nailbeds bit into his shoulder blades and my head fell back.

“Yes!” I cried out. Never had I ever been filled and stretched so deliciously. There was a slight bite of pain as my body accommodated his size, but it was nothing compared to how good he felt.

How whole I suddenly felt.

Before I knew it, I was begging for more. We were both sweaty, our skin slick and flushed. The only sounds in the cabin were his grunts and my moans. Our very own X-rated soundtrack. My leg hitched up and over against his hip until the heel of my foot rested just above his delicious ass, all to take him deeper. Completely. That seemed to do something to him.

“So fucking good. This little pussy is so damn tight. So fucking sweet. Look at how you take me.” His dirty words made me feel like I vibrated from the inside out. I had no idea how, but my sexy, tall, dark, and mysterious stranger, whether he knew it or not, had breathed life into me. I knew without a doubt I wouldn’t be stepping out of his cabin as the same woman he’d carried in.

Before I knew it, all too quickly, I was so close to splintering into a million pieces. As beautiful and big as my orgasm was going to be, I wasn’t ready.

“Let go,” he demanded, hammering into me. Our height difference while being on the stairs only seemed to help us connect in a way I didn’t know was possible.

“Please, more,” I squealed, riding the edge of bliss. Of an orgasm that would obliterate anything I had ever felt before.

“I give you more and harder, I’ll split you in two.”

“Then put me back together after.” I clung to him. His dark eyes were almost black before I lost sight of them when his head dipped to the crook of my neck. His breath tickled, and his deep groans only fueled me closer. His hips picked up speed, and his grip on my body tightened.

“Find it. Let go,babochka,” he grunted in the sweetest tone. And like his good girl, I shattered. Pleasure the heights I didn’t know existed pulsed through me. Like a riptide that washed over me, pulled me deep, and could have drowned me. But in his arms, I didn’t have to worry. Just as I started to come back into my body, the roaring in my ears quieted down, and I felt his release fill me.

Warmth flooded my pussy, and instead of pushing him away, worried about what our actions could cause, I clung to him. Wrapping every one of my limbs around his strong body far longer than a one-night stand probably should. By the time our breathing evened out and the sweat on our skin started to dry, he pulled back.

“That was fucking incredible, gorgeous.”

“You weren’t too bad yourself,” I whispered.

Then, because there was something incredibly intimate, something I hadn’t experienced before despite having been in a long-term relationship, my hands left his shoulders and cupped the sides of his face. He was still inside of me, half hard. He twitched as I caressed the side of his scruffy face.

“You’re incredibly handsome, baby,” I whispered. The term of endearment slipped past my lips without thinking, and he gifted me with a tender smile.

“I’m glad you think so.” He winked before pulling his body away.

My lips parted at the loss of him, and for some reason, maybe because the two of us were both terribly depraved, our eyes dropped to the spot he had just left. My folds were red and swollen. When I relaxed my muscles, I felt his release trickle out.

“Fucking hell, that’s hot.” He swallowed. “Never saw anything prettier, butterfly.” His voice sounded scratchy and deep. “I can’t wait to fill you up again.” His words were a promise.

Before I could take another look, I was somehow back in his arms as he finished carrying me into what I assumed was his bedroom. He didn’t bothe with the lights, seeing as all the curtains were pulled open and the moonlight streamed enough inside to not make it pitch black.

“What are you––“ I didn’t finish asking as he dropped me onto his unmade bed. My body bounced once before a knee hit the mattress.

“Get on all fours. I’m going to see what we taste like together,babochka. Then I’m going to fuck you again.” I licked my lips.

“Taste us?” I swallowed. The ache he had just sated started to grow again, and I felt myself start to get wet. Another first. Jack hardly went down on me, much less after he came. And a second round? That never happened. Not that we did it without protection. In hindsight, the fact he never wanted to have sex without a condom should have warned me that something was up.

“Fuck yes, taste us,” he growled, his eyes dark. “I wanna lick you clean,” he gruffed. My clit started to pulse with an ache so deep, so voracious, I whimpered. “You want that, too, don’t you,babochka? Be a good girl for me and don’t make me repeat myself.” He demanded my submission, and for some reason, I handed it over just like I had since we had left the bar.

Getting on all fours, I turned to look over my shoulder before his open-palmed hand pushed down on the center of my shoulder blades and my face rested on a pillow that smelled like him. A scent I wanted to have wrapped around me for as long as humanly possible.

It was crazy.

Handing over trust so easily to a stranger.

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