Page 6 of Loved By the Hacker

Me.A man who not only thrived on it but existed for it was not only losing it but handing her the reigns. This was a disaster in the making. But I couldn’t stop it any more than I could stop the sun from rising in the morning. She was mine. But in claiming her, I never thought my heart, an organ that had been ice cold from the day I was born and abandoned, would ever be involved.

Not like this.

Her little tentative licks, the way she rolled her tongue around me, all of it had me on edge. Almost like she sensed it, she pushed the envelope further. Her eyes caught mine, and without looking away, Coral opened her mouth wider. Taking me in inch by inch, coating me with the warmth of her mouth and saliva. She stopped and nodded. The trust that shone in her eyes humbled me. She didn’t know my first name or the kind of man I was, what I was capable of doing or the blood on my hands from my past, but there she was, trusting me to dominate. To control her. My girl was topping from the bottom, and it was a beautiful thing to see. I didn’t mind it one bit.

My hands tangled in the hair at the back of her head, and I panted through my lips. “If you need a break”—I swallowed— “or need to stop, you pinch me. Anywhere, and I will.” I had no idea how, but for her, I’d do it. I’d do anything for her. She nodded.

I wasn’t sure if it was her or my imagination that my sweet girl opened her mouth even wider, and I gripped the back of her head before pushing down. When she gagged, I stopped, then tried again. Over and over. Each time felt better than the last. Raising and dropping her head up and down on my lap, her nose brushing my pubic bone as she took me all the way down her perfect silky throat, making me go cross-eyed.

“Shit,” I hissed. “Such a good girl! Fuck! Take that dick for me. Swallow me up.”

She sucked, hollowing her cheeks, pulling me deeper before relaxing her throat. I lifted her up, loving the way her eyes burned with need before she went back down. My hips thrusted up into her wet cavern, and she took me again. Gagging and moaning. With one hand in her hair, the free one gripped her ass before smacking. “Such a good girl,” I grunted, knowing I was close.

“Sweetheart, if you don’t want me to bust in your mouth, you need to pull back,” I warned, hissing through my teeth.

Giving her as much time as I possibly could. But Coral didn’t need that. She was possessed to get my load into her pretty belly by the voracious way she swallowed and sucked me up. My balls drew up tightly, filled with a big fucking load just for her. No other mouth or body would ever do. Without knowing it, my beautiful woman had ruined me for anyone else, and I hadn’t even come yet. When she pulled her mouth off me, threads of saliva dripped between us before she licked my tip.

“Such a good girl,” I praised again, and she preened under my words. I could see her blossom beneath me.

She started to stroke me. Her delicate small hand shuttled up and down my length. Her free hand cupped my balls, making the base of my spine tingle. Maybe she had changed her mind about me coming in her mouth, which was fine with me. Just as I was about to lose my load, she opened and took me back to heaven.

One, two, four thrusts into her mouth before I pushed her head down and roared my release. Deep guttural sounds echoed in the front seat of my SUV while ribbon after ribbon of my seed shot out and filled her waiting mouth. If that wasn’t enough, mybabochka,my butterfly,didn’t stop. Coral made me see nothing but fireworks and bliss before I slowly came down to earth and tried to catch my breath. It wasn’t easy, not with her mouth still giving my still hard cock attention, drawing out and licking up every possible drop.

When she pulled away and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, looking up at me expectantly for instructions, handing me her trust without knowing my name, my heart cracked open. There was no going back. I wasn’t going to stop. I knew right then and there that my little obsession with mybabochkawould never die.

I’d been following her, watching her, printing pictures of her so I could get off to them at the beginning and end of every fucking day. I was like a madman who couldn’t be stopped. I didn’t even have a voice in my head halfheartedly trying to talk me out of it, of giving her time and space to get to know me. She had no idea I knew all sorts of things, things her sisters, who seemed to be her closest friends, didn’t even knew.

But I was going to take her inside my place and make her completely mine, and damn the devil himself if he tried to stop me.

Coral

Ihad no idea what came over me.

The tall, dark, and sexy stranger looked at me, and despite it being only moments after his release, his dick strained towards me.

“Stay,” he ordered brusquely before getting out of car.

With anyone else, I would have mouthed off that I wasn’t a dog to bark orders at. With him, I sat there like a good girl, watching as he tucked his still hard impressive length back into his pants, righted his shirt, and shut the door.

The night replayed in my head, leaving me a little dizzy. The scene where my sexy stranger had stood up to my asshole ex made my thighs clench together for relief. Not only that but the way I felt when he’d first touched me.

Maybe Olive and Onyx were onto something with the whole getting over someone by getting under someone else?

There was something about the way his touch had unfurled blue-flamed heat through me that I couldn’t shake off, and I didn’t want to, either. I am actually doing this.

I was going to have a one-night stand.

I’d only had one lover, and that part of our relationship had always felt lackluster. Insecurity started to prickle to life just as the passenger door opened. When our eyes connected, it faded away. Almost like the man had a magical way to stomp out all the crap in my head with just a look. All I could think about, all I could see, was the man in front of me. One I had noticed around town but was clueless about what his name was or what he did for a living.

And maybe it was better that way.

“Fuck,” he growled as his eyes skated up and down my body. I chewed on my bottom lip to keep from covering up. I liked my body but had spent the last couple of years hearing everything that was wrong with it from Jack. My breasts were big and not as perky as they once had been. Almost like he could hear the thoughts in my head, he licked his lips.

“You’re fucking gorgeous, baby,” he rasped, unknowingly encouraging my self-esteem. Need dripped not only from his tone but reflected in his eyes. I relaxed under his intense gaze.

It was weird. I wasn’t a naturally trusting person like my youngest sister, Raven. I was a lawyer, for god’s sake. I knew just how complex people were, and many skirted on the lines of right and wrong, black and white. The world was a lot grayer than many thought it to be. But as I stared at him, practically naked in the front seat of his car, I knew I’d do anything he’d ask.

“Look at you.” His hand shot out, and old habits died hard. When I flinched, everything in that moment stilled. It was so quiet, you could hear the soft chirps and sounds of the mountain around us.

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