Page 100 of Hacking His Code
I walk on shakes legs over to the table I worked at so diligently.
“Bend over.” He guides me roughly, bending me over the table.
He’s never been forceful with me before, though when he made love to me, his urgency brought out a beast in him. Part of me is scared…another part, excited. Sure, it’s nice being treated like a lady, but this is so much more interesting.
I hear the unzipping of jeans followed by the rustle of fabric. His foot pushes one of my legs further to the side, opening me for him and making me feel like I’m on display. His hips press against my ass, his cock against my leg. His hands snake up my body, reaching around to my breasts. After a quick fondle, he grabs the hem of my corset, ripping it open so my breasts spill out.
How can any man make me feel this good?
My heart races as Hunter teases my sensitive nipples. Then, he takes a hand and moves it between my legs, but instead of entering me, he squats and licks lightly across the folds of my pussy.
The sensations are so powerful, I can feel myself on the verge of exploding.
He thumbs my clit as his tongue stretches into me, edging me closer to release. Everything is happening so fast, like an exhausting sprint. I’m panting, shaking, trembling, barely able to support myself.
I come hard, collapsing onto the table as my body quakes, and when I finally still, Hunter climbs up from the floor, and I know there’s more to come.
He pulls me upward, repositioning me across the table. This time when I feel his cock against my thigh, I brace for impact.
His hands reach around, grabbing my breasts as he presses against my core.
“I love how wet you are for me,” Hunter rasps.
He pushes into me, past my lips, plunging deep inside. I cry out from pleasure just as much as I do from pain.
He groans, his forehead pressing against my back, his lips kissing my spine.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he whispers, keeping one hand on my breast and bringing the other to my hip, pushing into me harder and faster until he fills me completely.
My passion builds, though how I have any left is beyond me. The steady rhythm of his cock pushing harder and faster into me ignites a spark, and I soon start spiraling wildly out of control.
“Oh, God, don’t stop—I’m close.”
“Fuck, Ari, you can’t just say that,” Hunter growls. “I’m trying my hardest to last longer than a fucking teenager.”
I focus on the pressure building within me, the steady pulse emanating from my core, and as Hunter quickens, I feel my passion spill again.
My pussy clenches around his cock as another orgasm rips through me, coursing through my body like electricity, leaving me spent and unable to hold myself up.
Hunter stops pumping, his body slumping over onto mine.
“Fuck, you make me crazy,” Hunter says, kissing my neck.
“Look what you’ve done to me?” I return.
After a groan, Hunter gets up, helps me right myself, and sits me atop the table.
“God, how did I get so lucky?” he says, his eyes roving my body.
I look like a hot mess in my thigh highs and the shredded remains of my corset and blouse still clinging to me, but Hunter doesn’t seem to care.
His cock is glistening with a mixture of our fluids, still hard, reminding me of what we just did.
“I hope I wasn’t too rough,” he whispers. “Seeing you dressed like this brought out the beast within.”
“It was…Jesus, I don’t have words for it.” My hands reach up and touch his chest. “I’m exhausted.”
“Let’s get you to bed…and I do mean the bed. I don’t care if you don’t like how high it is. I’m going to love watching your sexy ass as you climb up.”
