The Intern (The Dalton Family #4)(42)

“Yesss,” he hissed. “I can almost feel you coming.”

My release took over.

Part of that was what I was doing to myself, part was the control I had over his pleasure, and part was from the way he looked at me.

The thirst in his eyes.

It wasn’t just erotic; it was consuming.

And it caused ripples to ignite through my navel.

When he pulled out, my lips made a pop, followed by, “Declan!”

In that moment, while my body was shuddering, his eyes lowered to my pussy, observing the way I fingered myself, the way I rubbed my clit.

“Goddamn it.”

The intensity was almost like a fire, burning right through me, strengthening before it died.

When the stillness set in, he pulled out my fingers and brought them up to his mouth. “Fuck, you taste good.”

He was licking my skin, savoring the wetness, rotating his tongue around my nail before he buried my entire finger in his mouth. And while he drank me in, he set down the condom and returned to that spot—the one I’d just left. Instead of using his palm, like I had, he used fingers and then added two inside me.

“Oh shit,” I cried, my body just recovering, but his touch reminded me how easily I could get back to that place.

This time, it felt completely different because it was Declan’s touch.

His control.

The only thing I could do was hold on, accept the tingles once they started to grow.

He’d moved off the table, and he stood in front of me, leaning into my ear.

I didn’t know if he was going to bite my lobe. If he was going to lick the shell, breathing sounds of satisfaction into my skin.

But I wasn’t surprised when I got, “I want you to come again. All over this table.” The heat from his lips scorched me. “I want you to mark the wood with your cum.”

I was already so close.

But his ruling reached all the way to my stomach. With it came this unexpected surge, tightening everything inside me.

“Fuck yes,” he breathed. “I can feel it.”

In and out.

Rubbing, circling.

Nonstop.

I could barely see.

The only thing I could do was focus on the throbbing that was moving through my body.

“Do you know how good you feel?” He picked up speed. “So wet, so fucking tight.” He nipped my cheek. “I want you to come. Right now.”

My head leaned back again, my toes grinding into the edge of the table, causing my legs to spread even wider.

But I wasn’t in control of those movements.

I couldn’t control anything.

The orgasm had taken over.

“Declan!” The shudders were in my stomach, my lips trembling, “Yes!”

He continued to finger me until I lifted my head, catching his eyes, my body completely still.

That was when he pulled out and licked me off his fingers. “So obedient.” He swiped my pussy, gathering more wetness that he sucked off his skin. “You have no idea how badly I want to fuck you right now.”

I’d gotten off twice in a matter of minutes.

Tiny sparks still lingered inside me, yet I wanted more.

“Then, fuck me.” My teeth found my lip. Biting. “Make me come again.”

His thumb pulled on that same lip. “That fucking mouth.”

I thought he was going to kiss me. He neared in, aiming for my lips, but landed on my neck.

“Give me this pussy.” He lifted my feet off the table and wrapped my legs around his waist. “Do I need to be easy on you?” He rolled on the condom. “Or do you think you can handle me?”

He strummed my clit, waking me up even though I hadn’t even come close to falling asleep.

Before I had a chance to respond, he continued, “How about your ass, Hannah?” He left my neck, fixing our stares. “Are you going to give me that as well?”

My ass.

Something I’d never done before.

“That …” I took in a breath.

“Let me guess.” He went to that back entrance, his touch nothing like I’d ever felt. “I’d be your first.”

I nodded, backing it up with, “Yes.”

“Which means I’d have to be really easy on you.” He licked across his mouth. “Something I can’t promise right now.” He pointed my face up to his, his thumb returning to my lip. “Because I want to fuck the naughtiness out of this mouth.”

“Is that a punishment?”

Wasn’t that what I should have been doing to him? For the way he had treated me?

“Yes.” His grip strengthened on my chin. “But one you’re going to like very much.”

His eyes held no mercy.

His grasp full of strength.

But the weird thing was, I trusted him with my body.

I didn’t know why.

How.

I just knew that with his touch came the most immense amount of pleasure.

And that proved to be true once again when I shouted, “Oh God, yes,” as he slid inside me.

I wasn’t sure how far he had gotten, but the depth came with an incredible fullness.

I spread to fit him in.

Pulsed.

“So fucking tight.” He held my jaw, eyes devouring me. “Your cunt was built for me.” He glided out and plunged back in. “Molded just for my cock.”