His innocent wife is a dangerous hacker.-Chapter 494 Naughty bunny ★
Warning: R-18
A helpless, wanting cry was her only answer. "Please... Leo..." she begged, the words vibrating against his skin. She needed him inside, needed to be filled by that overwhelming fullness again.
"Mm... greedy little bunny," he cursed affectionately. Guiding her with his hands on her hips, he positioned her. With agonizing slowness, he pushed the broad head of himself inside her, then another inch, then another, stretching her deliciously once more until she was fully seated, their lower bodies fused together. He held her waist firmly, then helped her sink down the final, breathtaking inch onto the thick, solid base of him.
"Ahahahahh!" she cried out, her arms flying around his neck, clinging to him as the intense sensation ripped through her. The place where they joined was slick, a mingled mess of his release and her own essence.
He began to move, thrusting upward in deep, powerful strokes while his hands on her waist urged her to bounce in rhythm. He was mesmerized, watching the beautiful, jiggling bounce of her breasts with each impact. Leaning forward, he captured one taut nipple in his mouth, sucking hard, swirling his tongue around the peak.
Bella’s hands clutched his head, pressing his face into her pillowy softness, and he groaned in blissful suffocation, loving every second.
"Ahah!" she cried out again, feeling so incredibly full, so perfectly connected. She loved it especially when he would lift her almost completely off him, only to pull her back down, sheathing himself to the hilt, making her take every inch of his thick, demanding length.
"Mm..!" he groaned into her chest, the tight, wet heat of her and the sight of her.. driving him wild, making him harder, bigger.
Bella was feeling everything with such profound intensity that a sob-like cry broke from her. She lifted her head from his shoulder, seeking his mouth, and found it. He met her kiss with a fierce, deep hunger, his tongue plunging into her as his hips continued their relentless, driving thrusts, each one hitting a place inside her that made stars burst behind her eyelids.
He felt it too—the tell-tale tightening of her inner muscles, the shaky tremor in her thighs, the way her breath hitched into his mouth. She was teetering on the very edge.
His eyes darkened to near black, burning into hers as he broke the kiss just enough to growl, his voice raw and hoarse, "Do you like it? Do you want more? Do you want me to go faster? Tell me, bunny. Tell me!"
To punctuate his demand, he gave a particularly deep, sharp thrust that made her cry out, her body bowing against his. His fingers, already gripping her waist, dug possessively into the soft flesh of her backside, marking her as his.
"...I love it... more... more," she begged, the words a fragmented, desperate chant.
Suddenly, he stilled. "Then show me," he commanded, his voice thick with authority. He helped her off his lap and guided her onto her hands and knees before him. He stood, a towering, powerful silhouette behind her. The sharp, stinging sound of his palm connecting with her already reddened backside echoed in the room, the skin blooming an even deeper, hotter red under the impact.
"Are you ready to take more, bunny? Hmm?" he asked, his voice a dark caress as one large, warm hand smoothed over the curve of her spine in a soothing contrast to the sting.
She looked back over her shoulder, her expression one of utter surrender and need. "Yes," she breathed, the single word laden with promise.
A predatory, satisfied smile curved his lips. Seeing her like this—his sweet, desperate bunny, clearly reveling in their passion—unleashed a fresh wave of possessiveness. Her brown eyes were glassy with unshed tears of pleasure, her long lashes spiky and wet. Her cheeks were flushed a deep rose, dotted with the faint, loving marks of his bites. Her lips, swollen and cherry-red from his kisses, were parted in a silent pant.
He took himself in hand, his length thick and heavy, and rubbed the slick, weeping head slowly over her slick, swollen folds. She wiggled her hips slightly, a tiny, involuntary plea, and the sight made his control fray further, his eyes darkening with primal intent.
Then, with a low, possessive grunt, he thrust into her...a single, deep, conquering stroke that filled her completely in this new, vulnerable position. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶
Bella cried out, a sharp, ragged sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure that echoed off the walls, her body arching and trembling as he sheathed himself to the hilt.
"Mmm...mmmmm..." The sweet, muffled sounds spilled from her lips with each deep, penetrating thrust, a melody of pure pleasure that drove him wild.
"Goddammit!" he groaned, the curse torn from him when, without warning, her inner muscles clenched around him in a sudden, tight, rhythmic squeeze. The sensation was so intense, so unexpectedly perfect, that his hips stuttered. Reacting on pure instinct, his hand came down on her backside in a sharp, stinging slap. Smack.
"Ahh!" she cried out, the sound a mix of surprise and sharp sensation.
But instead of loosening, he felt her tighten around him even more in response, a wicked, defiant pulse that threatened to undo him completely.
Naughty bunny, he thought, a wave of dark, possessive admiration crashing over him. She was learning, and she was learning fast—how to wreck him, how to claim her own pleasure, and how to turn his punishments into her own sinful rewards.
"You’re trying to kill me inside you, right, bunny?" he growled, his voice a harsh, breathless rasp against her sweat-slicked back. "That’s your secret little plan? Squeeze me until there’s nothing left?"
His breathing was ragged, each inhale a struggle as he leaned over her, pressing his chest to her back. He dragged his open mouth down the curve of her spine, his tongue leaving a hot, wet trail that made her shiver violently. He could feel the telltale flutter and clench deep within her, the unmistakable signs of her impending climax.
"No..." Bella cried out, the denial weak and trembling, lost in the overwhelming sensation.
Her protest was all the encouragement he needed.
With a guttural sound, his thrusts changed-no longer rhythmic, but powerful, deep, and relentless, each one a deliberate, pounding stroke aimed at that perfect, sensitive spot he knew would shatter her. He was chasing her peak, determined to send her over the edge even as she tried to pull him down with her.
