The Intern: Enemies To Lovers

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 pussy, 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 cock upward. “You have all of me.” As she pulsed around me, I pressed the short, coarse hairs above my shaft directly onto her clit. “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.Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

“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 cock.

“Declan,” she gasped after several plunges.

“You’re fucking ready.”

I didn’t hold back.

I couldn’t.

And when I felt like my hairs rubbing her clit 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 fucking 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 pussy 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 pussy 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 fucking 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 dick.

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 cum straight out of my cock.

“God-fucking-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 cock 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. And just when I thought she was dressed, something fell onto the ground, her phone lighting up the moment it crashed.

She picked it up, holding the screen in front of her face. “Shit.”

“Is there a problem?”

This was the first bit of light we’d had since we’d entered the alley, and her expression told me that whatever it was, it wasn’t good.

“It’s a BFF 911.”

“A what?”