The Intern (The Dalton Family #4)(70)

“Oh God!” she gasped. “Declan!”

She couldn’t stop the shudders—she was too far gone.

I didn’t want her to.

The feeling of her coming on my dick was indescribable.

So, I increased my speed, her screams matching my strokes, her ass hitting me as we moved together.

Because I knew she was on that edge, because I knew what this would do to her, I clamped her clit between my fingers, brushing the top of it with my thumb.

The movement earned me the loudest moan of them all and an explosion of trembles right on my dick.

“Ahhh!” She reared back and forward. “Yes!”

My head fell backward, and I gradually slowed until all the energy left her body. That was when I rested on top of her, clasping us together, kissing her shoulder blades.

“God, that was sexy.” My teeth moved across the skin I’d just pecked, biting the same spots. “Hannah, I need to know … do you trust me?”

I knew she was in that empty space where thoughts weren’t processing, where every part of her was extremely sensitive, so I waited, listening to her pant, taking in the heat from her flesh.

“Of course I do.”

I took my time pulling out, earning myself a whimper when I was no longer inside her, and I rolled her onto her back. With my lips above hers, I said softly, “If I give you pain, will you trust that it will eventually lead to pleasure?”

She scanned my eyes. “I don’t know what you mean.”

She’d experienced my pain before.

The times I’d bitten her, even when I’d slapped her clit.

But none of that was this extreme.

“What I want to do to you is going to hurt, and with that comes a lot of trust in me. Trust when I say, it’s going to feel worse before it feels incredible.”

Her eyes darkened. “You mean … anal?”

Just the sound of that word made my dick fucking throb. “Yes.”

Her chest rose, like she was ending a sprint. “Declan—”

“Trust me.” I widened her legs, bending her knees to give me more access. “All I want is your pleasure, Hannah. If I knew it wasn’t going to eventually lead there, I wouldn’t do this.”

Given that she had just come, her body was hyperaware of every touch, and the second my finger landed on her pussy, she sucked in a mouthful of air.

“Do I have your trust?”

She glanced from my face to my finger and back. “Yes.”

For many reasons, that response was one of the best things I’d ever heard.

I lowered my hand, taking her wetness with me. “I don’t have any lube. I’m going to have to make do with what I have.”

“Which is what?”

“You.” I dragged her cum down to that forbidden place, and as soon as I got close, her breathing changed again. I traced the same route over and over, bringing more with me each time. Satisfied, I added my own spit and said, “Along with this,” and when she was primed and ready, I prodded her with the tip of my finger. “A virgin hole.” If she’d never told me, I would have known by her reaction, by her loud inhales, by the way her entire body froze every time I came in contact with that area. “That means your ass is going to mold and hug my cock just like your pussy does.” Fuck, that excited me, but her eyes told me she didn’t feel the same way. “Don’t worry, Hannah; I’m not going to break you.”

“You’re just so big.”

I had known that was what concerned her, and the same was true for my strength and power, the combination inducing enough fear that she was probably regretting her decision.

I dipped my finger in a little further. “I’ll fit.” I could tell she wasn’t so sure. “And if you can’t handle it, I’ll stop. I know you have your reservations about this, but I can’t say this enough: you have to trust me.” I moved her legs around me, and I leaned over her, aligning our mouths. “Get out of your head. In a few minutes, you’re going to be coming harder than you ever thought was possible.” I held her cheek, taking in her face. “What am I going to say?”

“To trust you.”

I smiled. “No, I was going to tell you how fucking beautiful you are.”

Sex gave Hannah a rosy glow, like she was staring at Christmas lights next to a fire.

She dragged her teeth across her lip before connecting our mouths. I gave her my tongue, trying to shift her focus to me, giving her something else to concentrate on.

When I finally pulled away, I whispered, “I need you to touch yourself.” I nuzzled my nose over her cheek. “Rub your clit for me. Show me how you would get yourself off if I wasn’t here.”

I felt her slip into place, her hand lifting enough that it grazed my lower stomach.

“That’s it, Hannah.” I reached down and added more spit to her ass, making sure she was wet enough there.

“Oh fuck,” she exhaled.

“Kiss me.”

I kept my lips against her cheek. “Does that feel good, baby?” My finger was back in her ass, deep as it would go. I glanced down her body, needing to see what she was doing to her clit. “Yes, Hannah. Fuck, that’s so sexy.”

I added a second finger, needing to spread her more. But I didn’t take my eyes off her face, assessing where she was at, what she needed, and the second she began to get used to it, I plunged faster.