The Intern

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And I licked that treasure, flicking across it, wishing I could see her face when I made her come.

That wasn’t going to take long.

Not with the way she was yelling, “Declan,” through the alley.

I added more pressure, pointing the tip of my tongue against her c**t, and within a few more strikes, she was gone.

Wriggling.

“Yes! f**k!” She held the back of my head like she was about to fall, flexing her hips, grinding into my mouth.

The walls inside her quickly dampened, and I ate through her f*****g orgasm, urging her c*m down my throat with each lick.

When she became sensitive and motionless, I rose to my feet and took the condom from her hand. As I rolled it over my shaft, I licked her off my lips, getting one last taste of her, reveling in her flavor. Once the rubber was in place, I lifted her into my arms, wrapping her legs around my waist, and positioned her back against the building.

“What have you done to me?”

She sounded spent.

Satiated.

“Mmm,” I exhaled over her face. “You’ve come on my finger and my mouth. Now, I want to feel you come on my dick.”

“There’s no way. Three times—that’s … impossible.”

“Hannah, I’ve told you”—I probed her p***y, going in only to my crown, letting her widen and stretch, getting a solid feel for me—“you’ve never experienced anything like me before.”

“So cocky,” she teased. “But I’ll admit, the second you kissed me, you proved that to be true.”

I wasn’t going to let that reminder get in my head.

So, I sank myself in deeper, giving her a few more inches to cling to. “Goddamn it, you’re tighter than I thought.”

It wasn’t just a narrowness.

There was heat.

And a pool of her pleasure.

“You’re going to break me.”

“I am,” I admitted. “And then I’m going to put you back together again. And again.” I bit her lip. “And again.”

I slid in some more, and she squeezed her arms around my neck, her breathing labored.

She needed something else to focus on.

I slowly moved the rest of the way in and aimed my c**k upward. “You have all of me.” As she pulsed around me, I pressed the short, coarse hairs above my shaft directly onto her c**t. “Do you feel that?”

“I feel”—she swallowed—“everything.”

I kept myself sealed to her, urging her to accept me, and it felt like she was tightening even more.

“Tell me when you’re ready.”

She stayed put, breathing into my face, her body as stiff as stone, holding me even though she wasn’t going anywhere in my arms. And then, out of nowhere, she began to lift herself up, gently gliding me in and out.

Bouncing over my c**k.

“Declan,” she gasped after several plunges.

“You’re f*****g ready.”

I didn’t hold back.

I couldn’t.

And when I felt like my hairs rubbing her c**t weren’t doing a good enough job, I reached down and grazed it with my thumb.

It was like I’d flipped a switch.

She began to go f*****g wild.

“Declan! Yes!”

Each time I reared my hips back and dived in, she took every inch of me, hollering so loud that I could feel it in my goddamn chest.

The only thing that would have been sexier was if there were a light in the alley, allowing me to see her.

But what the darkness did was heighten my other senses—her vanilla still all I could smell, her beautiful curves and that amazing cunt all I could focus on.

“Hannah,” I roared, twisting my way in, grinding, building that intensity, “you feel—”

Her mouth cut me off as it slammed against mine.

An unexpected kiss.

One that I didn’t immediately end.

Because the more it deepened, the more I danced around her tongue, the better this all felt.

Fuck, I didn’t know how.

Why.

But I knew I didn’t want this to end right here.

I wanted more.

And I wanted more tonight.

I pulled away from her lips and growled, “You’re coming home with me.”

As I pounded into her, feeling like I was tearing through her, her p***y began to clench.

“Take me, then.”

Not until the both of us came, and then I was putting her in the passenger seat of my car and driving her to my place, where we were going to continue this.

Where I could really take my time.

Where I could spread her across every surface of my house.

But first, I needed her to scream once more.

I could feel that she wasn’t far from doing that.

She arched her p***y into me, squeezing me with a neediness that came from wanting one thing.

“You didn’t think you could come a third time.”

“God, was I wrong.”

“If you think this is the last time you’re going to come tonight, you’re wrong again.”

“Declan, I”—she sucked in air, closing in around my shaft—“I can’t … I can’t stop it.”

“Then, maybe I should.” I slowed my strokes. “Maybe I should make you wait, punishing you for doubting me.”

Her fingers stabbed my neck. “No. Please. I need it.” She swallowed. “I need you.”

I pressed my lips to her ear, and her hair tickled my face. A softness when everything felt so hard and rough. “Beg me.”

Like a good submissive, she used her words, telling me how badly she wanted to get off, and then she kissed me, her actions backing up her pleading.

The sound of her was more than enough, but her kiss sent me straight over the f*****g edge.

And as I hammered into her, my balls tightened, my movements turning hard, fast.

Relentless.

“Fuuuck!” I shouted against her mouth. “Hannah!”

“I’m coming!” she screamed, her voice breathless, as her wetness flooded my d**k.

I wasn’t gentle when I took her lips.

I ravaged them, fought them, disciplined them for wanting to kiss her.

And while her mouth melded against mine, her other set of lips milked me, pulling the c*m straight out of my c**k.

“God-f*****g-damn it,” I hissed.

We held on to each other until there was nothing left but air, and I hugged her for several extra moments before I carefully pulled out my c**k and set her on the ground.

“Get dressed. We’re leaving now.”

I heard her gather her tank top and jacket and put them back on while I adjusted my pants, clasping the button and belt.