His innocent wife is a dangerous hacker.-Chapter 490 Filthy ★
Warning: R-18
Before he could protest again, her small hands wrapped firmly around the thick base of him, her grip surprisingly sure. Then she took him into her mouth again, this time with more confidence, her tongue swirling experimentally over the sensitive head.
A wave of pleasure so intense it was almost pain crashed over Leo. His head fell back against the headboard with a dull thud, a ragged, broken sound tearing from his throat. Every muscle in his body..the powerful slabs of his chest, the carved ridges of his stomach, the bunched strength in his shoulders tensed and quivered under the overwhelming sensation. He was a man built of control and iron will, now completely unraveled by the tender, determined ministrations of his wife. The feel of her warm, wet mouth, the sight of her submission given so willingly, the contrast of her delicate hands against his rigid thickness... it was a bliss so profound it bordered on agony.
He tangled his fingers deeper into her silken hair, wrapping the dark strands around his fist and giving a gentle, guiding pull. But Bella didn’t stop. She was lost in the rhythm, in the memory of what she’d studied, her focus absolute.
One small hand worked steadily from the thick base of him up to the middle, stroking in time with the bobbing motion of her head.
Her mouth, impossibly soft and warm, tried to take more of him, each descent a sweet, wet conquest.
Leo bit down hard on his own lower lip, the sting a sharp counterpoint to the molten pleasure coiling in his gut.
The sight was unbelievably hot-her devotion, her eager attempts to please him, the lewd, slick sounds filling the air.
"You’re doing so good," he ground out, his voice thick and graveled with lust. His hands tightened in her hair, not to push her away, but to hold on, to anchor himself in the storm of sensation. "Keep going... just like that."
Encouraged, she let out a soft, determined hum that vibrated through him, and she tried to swallow another inch, taking him deeper. The stretch of her lips, the feel of her throat constricting against the head of his cock, was exquisite torture.
A sheen of sweat glistened on his forehead, catching the low light. A few dark strands of his hair clung to his damp skin. His lips were parted, wet and flushed a deep red from where he’d been biting them, and his face-all sharp angles, darkened eyes, and raw, unfiltered ecstasy-looked profoundly, devastatingly sensual. He was a portrait of pure masculine pleasure, completely at the mercy of her touch.
A small, choked sound-a gag -escaped her as she took him deeper, and Leo’s eyes, already dark with lust, turned obsidian. His gaze was locked on every tiny movement: the flutter of her lashes against her flushed cheeks, the way her lips stretched to accommodate him, the bob of her slender throat as she worked. He watched, mesmerized and tortured, as she persisted, her courage fueling his own desperate need.
Then, her free hand, which had been braced on his thigh, wandered lower. Her fingertips brushed tentatively, then curled gently around the heavy, tight sac beneath him.
That was it.
A raw, guttural groan was torn from the depths of his chest, so loud it seemed to shake the very air in the room. His hand in her hair, which had been loosely tangled, suddenly clenched, his fingers tightening in the silken strands-not to hurt her, but because the sensation was too much to bear without anchoring himself to something, to her.
The combination was utterly devastating: the hot, wet suction of her mouth, the shy, exploring touch of her hand on his most sensitive flesh.
Bella moaned around him in response to his grip, the vibration traveling straight down his spine and coiling in his gut like live wire.
Every muscle in Leo’s powerful body went board-stiff, locking in a paroxysm of pure, unadulterated sensation.
The cords in his neck stood out like steel cables, his abdominal muscles clenched into a rock-hard map of tension, and his thighs trembled where they framed her. He was a man sculpted from strength and discipline, now completely undone by her exploration.
God, she is so sexy, the thought blazed through his hazed mind. The sight of her like this-eager, a little messy, completely focused on his pleasure-was the most erotic thing he had ever witnessed. It wasn’t just physical; it was her willingness, her desire to please that shattered the last of his restraint and flooded him with a possessiveness so fierce it stole his breath.
A guttural groan, ripped from the very depths of his being, signaled the shattering of his last shred of control. Unable to hold back any longer, he surrendered to the exquisite torment, his hips giving a shallow, involuntary thrust as he found his release in the warm, wet haven of her mouth.
His gray eyes, already dark with lust, seemed to blacken entirely, his gaze locked on her face with a feverish intensity. He watched, utterly captivated, as her throat worked, swallowing every pulse of his essence. The sight was so profoundly intimate, so devastatingly erotic, that it sent a violent tremor through his entire frame. His abdominal muscles, those perfectly carved ridges she loved to touch, clenched and tightened like iron bands when he saw a single, pearly drop escape the corner of her plush, swollen lips. The stark white against her skin was a mark of his possession, a beautiful, filthy proof of what she had just done for him.
Slowly, she pulled him from her mouth, the soft pop of separation echoing loudly in the heavy silence. A lazy, utterly sated smile curved her lips, her eyes half-lidded and gleaming with a newfound, powerful confidence. She looked up at him—lips slick, cheeks flushed, her expression one of both innocence and wicked knowledge and in that moment, she was the most stunning, most devastatingly sexy creature he had ever beheld.
God, forgive me, the thought roared through the haze of his pleasure, because all he wanted in that instant was to take her. Not as a husband, not with tenderness, but like a beast, like an animal claiming its mate, with a raw, primal ferocity that shook him to his core.
Their ragged breaths mingled in the air between them, his harsh and panting, hers heavy and satisfied. The connection was electric, a circuit of pure, carnal energy.
"Come here," he commanded, his voice a rough, wrecked scrape of sound.
