The Intern (The Dalton Family #4)(71)

“God, yes,” she gasped.

Her body was teetering on the edge of an orgasm, and right before my teeth sank into her cheek, I growled, “Don’t you come yet.” I nipped and released her skin. “Slow your hand down.”

She did.

And I could tell it hadn’t been easy for her. She wanted to come.

She wanted more.

I moved down her body and removed her tank, my mouth flicking the center of her tit the moment it was no longer covered, and then I sucked her other nipple before I knelt at the end of the bed. From down here, I had the perfect view, allowing me to see the look on her face, the pressure she was giving to her clit, the head of my cock aimed at her ass.

“Remember …”

Her stare didn’t move from mine. “I trust you.”

I pulled my finger out and inserted just the tip of my cock. Her legs were straining to stay open, her chest not moving at all.

“Hannah, I need you to breathe. This is going to hurt, but once I’m in and you’re used to me, it’s going to feel so different.” I waited for her chest to rise a few times before I slid in any further. “You’re doing great.”

I held her gaze, the discomfort obvious in her eyes. But she wasn’t saying a word. She wasn’t wincing. She wasn’t even making a face. And I knew, because I was in even deeper now, that there was burning and stretching, but she rallied right through it.

“Breathe, Hannah.” I went in another two inches before I asked, “Do you want me to stop?”

“No.” She shook her head over the mattress. “I’m okay.”

Damn it, this girl was tough.

My fingers took over the rubbing, and I rotated the back side of each one around her clit. Every time I shifted forward, I added more friction, making sure I compensated for the pain.

“You have no idea how fucking tight you are.” Air hissed from my mouth. “Fuck.”

I wanted to plunge into her, swing my hips back and rock straight in. It took every bit of restraint I had to stay at this pace.

When her head tilted away from me and her hands fisted the blanket, I ordered, “Look at me.”

We locked eyes.

“Breathe.” I continued in, and once my balls were pressed against her, I stopped. “I’m all the way in.” And, fuck, I could come right now. I lifted my fingers off her and only used my thumb, strumming her back and forth. “Your ass is pulsing around me.” I took some of the wetness from her pussy and added it to her clit. “Tell me when you’re ready.”

Without her approval, I wasn’t going to start thrusting. But what I did was give her a bounce, a gentle shift to prepare her even more, my thumb never stopping its rotation.

“I’m ready.”

I wasn’t sure how much time had passed; with how intense this felt, seconds were like hours.

But I took her admission, and I carefully pulled out, adding more spit before I dived in. Within a few pumps, there was a change in her eyes. An expression so tameless that I had to control myself.

I rubbed her harder. “I was right, wasn’t I?” I arched back and sank in, repeating that motion several more times.

“Yesss.”

That sound, that snake hiss, couldn’t have made me happier.

She was getting used to the fullness, the ache now turning to pleasure, and—my fucking God—did it look stunning on her face.

I placed her hand where mine was, and I leaned over her body again, taking her nipple into my mouth, releasing it long enough to say, “You trusted me, but you didn’t believe me.”

She moaned, “Declan,” as I blew across the peak of her breast.

“I should punish you for that.”

“You’re already in my ass.” She bit her lip. “What more can you do to me?”

I laughed, my air spreading across her chest. “Don’t say that to me, Hannah. The opportunities are fucking endless.” I moved to the other side and blew against that nipple, her body lifting as I slid out and glided back. “And now”—I bit down on her nipple and let it go—“you’re enjoying this as much as I am.”

“Oh God,” she moaned.

My stroke wasn’t as sharp as when I was in her pussy.

This was a slower sail.

Almost … romantic.

To the point where she started to move with me.

“Someone likes my fucking cock in her ass.” I spoke against her tit, glancing up as I did while she cinched around my shaft. “Wait until you come. When the orgasm not only takes over your pussy, but your ass too.” I felt her get wetter. “When you’re tightening so hard that it causes me to come.”

“I want that.”

And as much as I wanted this to last forever, I wouldn’t do that to her. Not during her first time.

“Is that what you want, Hannah? To come?”

“Please.” She was begging, her eyes pleading.

“Tell me.” I replaced her hand with mine, her clit hardening as I rubbed. “Tell me you want to fucking come.”

I could tell she was already there; she was just trying to figure out where all the sensations were originating. Especially since there was a new one. A fullness that I hadn’t given to her until now, my finger sliding into her pussy.

“Fuck!”