The Intern (The Dalton Family #4)(13)

Typically, I never would have taken this long to bury myself inside a woman.

I certainly wouldn’t be moaning over a hand job.

But I was lost.

Lost in the way her pussy sucked in my finger.

Lost in the way this gorgeous girl was making me feel.

Lost in the way I was craving to taste her wetness.

I didn’t know where the latter had come from. My mouth never dipped below the belly button of a woman I was having a one-night stand with.

If I was going to eat a pussy, that pussy was going to be mine.

Forever.

But I was quickly learning that Hannah was breaking every rule.

Especially as I found myself on my knees, the longing to taste her so overwhelming that I couldn’t fight it.

My fingers left her, and I placed my nose at the top of her clit, taking a long, deep inhale. “Just what I thought … fuck.”

A scent so sweet that I would lust for it every day.

A scent I’d never be able to get enough of.

Her hand dug into my hair, shouting, “Oh fuck,” as I gave her the first swipe.

That one was just for me—to know if I’d been a fool to kneel on this fucking pavement or if it was the best decision I’d made tonight.

And, goddamn it, it was.

The flavor of her cunt melted over my tongue.

It was so strong, so perfect that my eyes closed, my cock fucking throbbing.

This girl was a dream.

Now, I needed to stop being so selfish and make this about her.

My two fingers returned to their spot deep inside her, thrusting in and out, while I licked across her clit. Every few laps, I swallowed the heaviness of her arousal, the deliciousness enticing me to go faster.

“I can’t,” she cried. “I can’t breathe. Oh my God.”

That was what I wanted.

To take away her air, to make her feel so fucking good that she was as lost as I was.

She was twisting my locks, shoving her cunt against my mouth.

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 clit, and within a few more strikes, she was gone.

Wriggling.

“Yes! Fuck!” 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 fucking orgasm, urging her cum 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 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.

“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.