Hacker in Love Read Online Lauren Rowe

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Insta-Love Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 177
Estimated words: 169272 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 846(@200wpm)___ 677(@250wpm)___ 564(@300wpm)
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“Oh, god,” I blurt. “If you keep doing that, I’m not going to last much longer.” My breathing ragged, I gently touch her hand, signaling her to stop stroking me. “This is all about you,” I whisper. “Let me make you come.”

“It sometimes takes me a long time,” she whispers. “I won’t ever fake it. So, if I’m taking too long—"

“There’s no such thing as too long. It’s the journey, not the destination. I’ve been wanting to do this to you all night.”

Hannah’s body softens. She settles back, her hands at her sides, letting me return to my prior work. With enthusiasm, I lick and suck her glorious nipples and breasts, while stroking and caressing between her legs. I’m getting her as wet as I can before finally heading downtown.

When I’ve got her breathing hard and quaking with arousal, I pull her legs open, crawl into position, slide two fingers inside her, and start working her clit voraciously with my lips and tongue. As Hannah groans and undulates, I stay the course firmly, methodically, coaxing her to the edge. And, suddenly, she begins shrieking and barking orders.

“Don’t stop!” she yells. “Please, don’t stop or change it!”

I moan my enthusiastic reply, since I’ve currently got a mouth full of delicious pussy. After a bit, Hannah begins growling. Gripping my hair and ears. Writhing frantically and whimpering. Clearly, she’s on the bitter cusp of an incredible orgasm. Is something holding her back? Does she need a push?

As my mouth continues its hungry work and my fingers continue stroking inside her, I press my thumb firmly against her anus, and holy fuck, it works! Not ten seconds later, Hannah comes completely undone. She ripples beneath my thumb while her vaginal muscles clench and unclench sharply against my fingers inside her. Best of all? Her screams of ecstasy are echoing off the walls of the room.

My entire body on fire, I grab a condom out of my pocket on the floor—thanks again, Joshua!—and then leap onto the bed and over Hannah’s sweaty body. After kissing her deeply, I raise her arms above her head, lodge my tip at her entrance, and sink myself slowly inside her, as deep as my cock will go.

As Hannah moans and clutches my bare ass, I choke out, “You feel so fucking good.”

“So good,” she echoes in a whisper.

She hikes her thighs up around my hips and grabs my ass, goading me on, as I rock in and out of her—and soon, we’re moving as one. In perfect synch. Gyrating together to maximize our mutual pleasure, until we’re fucking in a goddamned frenzy of animalistic passion.

I kiss her voraciously as I continue fucking her, and she grips my back and moans into my mouth. We’re spiraling higher and higher. Together. Fucking with abandon. Letting loose. Until, finally, when I’m on the bitter cusp of losing it myself, Hannah digs her nails into my back, arches her back underneath me, and comes with me buried balls deep inside her.

“Oh, fuck,” I grit out. This is the closest thing to pure ecstasy I’ve felt in my life. I feel like I’m being electrocuted by pleasure. My eyes roll back. My skin bursts into flames. And then . . . I feel nothing but bliss. An eruption of rapture that sends stars dancing and swirling before my eyes.

I growl through my colossal release, while Hannah shrieks with pleasure beneath me through hers. Finally, I collapse on top of her, my breathing labored and my vision blurred.

We lie motionless for a long moment. Until, finally, Hannah deadpans, “Well, that was barely tolerable.”

I burst out laughing. “Indubitably.”

“But, hey,” she says. “I guess having barely tolerable sex with you was better than lying here and doing nothing.”

“Ditto.” I kiss her cheek, roll off her, and head to the bathroom, where I dispose of the condom and do my thing. When I return to the bedroom, the sight of Hannah’s naked body in the moonlight hits me like a thunderbolt. With an exaggerated growl, I leap onto the bed like a puma, scoop her into my arms, and ravish her neck, making her squeal. But when I’m done being a weirdo, I stroke her cheek and say, “All jokes aside, sex with you is something new. Supernatural. Wow.”

“Oh, shit. You were joking when you agreed it was barely tolerable? Well, this is awkward.” When I laugh, Hannah does, too, before nuzzling my nose and whispering, “It was supernatural for me, too. As far as I’m concerned, your new nickname is Peter the Great. My flabber was most definitely gasted, sir.”

“Not only was my flabber gasted, my awe was struck.”

“It was?”

“Also, my gob was smacked.”

“It was?”

“Hard. In fact, it’s safe to say my gob was pummeled.”

“Whoa, you were gob-pummeled?” Hannah teases.

“Still am. If I’m being honest, lying here with you now, my gob has been beaten to a goddamned bloody pulp.”


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