His innocent wife is a dangerous hacker.-Chapter 493 My little greedy baby ★

Warning: R-18

Bella felt her body was no longer her own. Her entire universe had condensed to the place where they were joined, to the feeling of him moving within her. Every nerve ending was alight, singing a song of pure, carnal sensation. She could feel every inch of him-the thick, hard length stretching her, the heavy, driving weight of his hips, the rough texture of his fingers against her skin.

His large hands framed her face, his touch possessive and tender all at once. His thumb brushed over her lower lip, tugging it down gently as his hips set a relentless, deep rhythm, pistoning into her with a force that stole her breath. Each thrust was a masterstroke of pleasure, hitting a spot so deep and perfect inside her that she felt herself beginning to unravel.

She felt weightless, untethered, like she was floating on a sea of pure feeling.

"...I... I feel..." she gasped, the words fragmented, lost. She was teetering on the very edge, the coil of pleasure tightening to a breathtaking peak.

His hand left her lips, traveling down the trembling plane of her body. It found its way to her pillowy chest, his palm enveloping the soft weight before his fingers found her hardened peak. He twisted it gently, then with more pressure, the sharp sensation mingling perfectly with the deep, rhythmic pounding of his hips. At the same time, he lowered his head, capturing her other nipple in his hot mouth, sucking and laving it with his tongue.

The room was filled with the obscene, wet symphony of their joining-the slick, rhythmic sound of skin meeting skin, punctuated by their ragged breaths and her soft, pleading cries.

"Leo...!" she cried out, her voice breaking as his thrusts became faster, impossibly deeper, each one slamming into her with a force that felt like it was reaching her very womb. Her inner muscles clenched around him instinctively, a tight, fluttering embrace.

Leo groaned, a raw, guttural sound ripped from his chest when he felt her tighten around him. The sensation was so intense, so perfect, that he nearly threw his head back, his eyes rolling shut for a second. He could feel her approaching her climax, her body tightening and trembling around him.

He was achingly close himself, the pressure building at the base of his spine, but he held on, refusing to let go just yet. Soon, he promised himself, driving into her with even deeper, more deliberate strokes.

He shuddered violently when she finally came. Her release washed over him in hot, pulsating waves, her inner walls gripping and milking his cock in rhythmic spasms. The sensation was exquisite-a warm, wet, perfect tightness that threatened to shatter his own control. Bella’s eyes were closed, her lips parted in a silent cry of ecstasy, lost completely in the throes of her pleasure. He stopped moving for a moment, buried deep inside her, simply feeling her -the tremors, the flutters, the incredible, intimate heat of her climax.

Finally, when the last tremor subsided, she let out a long, satiated sigh, her body going limp and pliant beneath him.

However, her eyes flew open in shock when, after only a moment’s respite, he began to move again.

She was exquisitely, painfully sensitive now. Every stroke sent jolts of overstimulated pleasure-pain shooting through her, making her gasp and moan. The squelching sounds were louder now, wetter, as he resumed his deep, possessive rhythm, his own need still burning, unsatisfied.

"Leo... oh, god..." she moaned, her oversensitive body arching against his, caught between the overwhelming need for him to stop and the desperate, deeper need for him to never, ever end.

"Mmm..." Bella moaned, a deep, resonant sound of pure pleasure as the initial stretch melted into a full, tingling bliss. Soon, she could feel him twitching deep inside her, a thrilling pulse of his own barely-contained release. With a guttural sound of restraint snapping, he braced his arms on either side of her head and gave one deep, devastatingly long, fast stroke, a claiming so profound it stole her breath, before he pulled himself out completely. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

A hot, silken jet of white landed on her trembling stomach, painting her skin with the evidence of his climax. A ragged groan tore from his throat, the sound raw and satisfied. He collapsed onto her, his weight a comforting, possessive blanket, and captured her lips in a deep, breathless kiss, their panting breaths mingling as one.

Finally, he rolled to the side, pulling her tight against him with an arm wrapped securely around her waist. Her body, glistening with sweat, was a canvas marked by his passion..light red bites on her neck, faint scratches on her back, the pearly proof of his release on her skin.

"Do you like it?" he murmured, his lips finding the curve of her shoulder blade, kissing the soft skin there.

"Mm... loved it," she whispered, burying her blushing face into his chest.

He bit his own lip, fighting back a triumphant, utterly besotted smile, and nuzzled his nose against her shoulder, breathing in her scent. As he pressed another kiss there, Bella felt him stir against her thigh, the hard heat of him returning already. A fresh thrill of excitement shot through her own spent body.

"Round two?" he whispered, the question a dark, promising caress against her ear.

He felt her small, eager nod against his chest. Without another word, he sat up against the headboard, and Bella, understanding, moved to straddle his lap. She leaned in, pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses to the strong column of his throat.

"Mmm..." she hummed, her lips trailing lower to his chest, where she bit playfully at a taut pectoral. He wrapped a fist gently in her hair, not to pull, but to hold her there, savoring the sweet, tingling sting of her little bites. He leaned back with a sigh, his large hands settling on her narrow waist.

He was growing impossibly hard again, the sensitive head of his arousal rubbing tantalizingly against her damp, soft core with every slight shift of her hips.

He lifted her slightly, adjusting her, and she instinctively rested her head in the crook of his neck like a drowsy child. But this child was tracing his skin with her tongue and teeth, seemingly addicted to the taste and feel of him. He rubbed himself slowly, deliberately against her wetness, and her whole body shuddered in response, a soft gasp escaping her.

"My little greedy baby," he whispered, his voice thick with awe and desire. "Who would have thought such an innocent little girl would love being fucked by me so much?"