The Intern: Enemies To Lovers

“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.”

Just for him.

A thought I could barely process.

He stilled, allowing me to get used to him, urging the pleasure to take over.

It came in through a steady stream.

Not just what he was doing between my legs. But the way he held me, the way he positioned me, the way he stared.

Dominance.

Authority.

I felt it all over my body.

An ownership that triggered more of my moans.

He didn’t hit me with speed. What he used instead was power.

Long, rough strokes.

Filling me, emptying me.

“I can’t get enough of you,” he roared.

He released my face, and suddenly, it felt like a contest, how many parts of my body he could touch at once. I didn’t know how it was possible with only two hands, but I felt him everywhere.

My nipples.

My clit.

My hips.

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His direction came out of nowhere, taking me a second to understand.

“You mean, on the table?”

“Yes.”

He pulled out, and I ached for him, for that fullness I was just getting used to.

I lifted off the wood, earning myself a slap on the ass as I turned around along with the reminder, “On your knees. Now.”

As my hands flattered on the wood, my knees pressed into the same hard surface, I glanced across the open space, where there was a row of windows directly in front of me. I wondered if someone on the outside could see in or if the glass was tinted enough that they couldn’t.

Were the residents of the high-rise next door watching the spectacle of Declan moving in behind me and thrusting into my pussy?

What I did know was that I could see our reflection in the glass.

Enough so that my eyes connected to his, like I was staring at us in a mirror.

“You like watching me fuck you.”

The new angle allowed him to reach a spot that was deeper than before.

One so far in that I lost my breath.

I only had seconds to recover before he slapped the other cheek and barked, “Answer me.”

My skin stung, and then the smarting turned into a heat that I found oddly enjoyable. “Yes.” My lungs accepted the air I sucked in. “Watching … is hot.”

His exhales were moans. Not as loud as mine, but gritty and sexier. “You’re so fucking wet.” He pulled my hair, causing my neck to lean back. “Do you like getting fucked by your boss?” He swiveled his torso, his dick hitting every side of me. “That I can control how hard you come?”

He wasn’t asking.

His tone told me he already knew the answer.

Still, I voiced, “Yesss,” and I said it again as he picked up speed.

But I knew the moment it came out of my mouth, that one word changed things between us. Regardless of what he assumed, now, he had confirmation.

My heart resented him for what he had done with Madison, but there was no denying that my body was completely obsessed with Declan Shaw.

Maybe, after tonight, he would regret what he’d done with her, and he would wish he had waited for me.

A smirk moved across his face, and he released my hair. “Look at yourself in the window.” He slipped a finger to my clit, rubbing it, giving me that added pressure. “Look how fucking gorgeous you are when my cock is inside you.”

With my ass high in the air, my braid fell against the side of my face, slapping against my mouth.

A look I barely recognized came through my eyes.

I was insatiable.

For him.

“Declan …” Each muscle howled as the tingling returned. My body on the verge of bursting again. “This feels so good.”

“Let me feel it, Hannah.” His pumps turned hard, ruthless. “I want your cunt squeezing my dick.” He rocked into me several more times before he panted, “That’s it … yes!”

Shudders completely took over, whipping through my stomach, my legs, even my face. They were so strong that I began to move with him, pounding myself against him, screaming through each wave.

I heard the slapping of his balls while he grunted, “You’re tightening up on me.” He flicked my clit, circling, rubbing. “Oh fuck, I can feel your cum.”

I yelled out in pleasure, unconcerned with how loud and piercing my sounds were.

They were honest, pure.