The Intern: The Billionaire's Successor - Page 76

Biting her lip, Olivia reaches out and grabs my hand, which she then coaxes easily to her breast. I squeeze hard, reddening her already rosy nipple. “You like it this way. You want me mindless. Insatiable. You want a good little fuck toy.”

“And that’s exactly what I have.” I lower both hands to her waist and lift, managing to pull her off of me. “Turn around.”

She doesn’t object. If anything, she practically scrambles to face the other direction and climbs back on top of me. Before she puts my cock back in, she makes quick work of my pants and my boxers—leaving me naked at last.

“God, yes,” she groans out as she works my cock into her body again. At this new angle, I’m treated to an even tighter pull as she begins to bounce on me. Her stamina is something to marvel. This woman was built to fuck, and clearly she doesn’t take that gift for granted. She begins to swivel her hips every few strokes, letting me see the gorgeous, pink aperture of her asshole every time she tilts forward.

“You’re perfect,” I grit out.

Olivia falters slightly, and I realize what I’ve done. I’ve said something nice to her—something downright pure. It’s enough of an anomaly for both of us to falter, and I’m kicking myself internally for screwing this up.

“Perfectly fucked up,” I correct. Swiftly, I spank her plump ass cheek. “I bet you’re lying about being on birth control. I bet you want my cum. To trap me, right? Keep me on the hook.”

My words come out filthier than ever, an obvious sign of overcorrection. I don’t care. I need to fix this.

“That’s why you’re so keen on riding me bare,” I go on. “Taking my cum. Using it. Bathing in it.”

Olivia groans at the same time that she tightens her muscles around my cock. The sensation is raw ecstasy, and I can feel myself getting closer—getting back on track.

My hands grip her ass, urging her to keep working me. “You want to take advantage of me, and you’d enjoy every second of it. I can picture your smug expression as you ride me. Belly swollen with my child. Tits huge and dripping milk. You’d ask me to lick it up, wouldn’t you? You’d love that, wouldn’t you?”

“You’re so dirty,” she exclaims, breathing out so heavily. “So filthy for such a sweet boy.”

I roll us over, determined to prove to her that I don’t always have to be sweet. I have her pinned against the mattress now, and I begin to rut into her. When I glance in the direction of my phone, I can see myself balanced over her, looking every bit the part of a sex god. Only this woman—this woman—could ever make me feel this way. This powerful. This wanted.

“I’ll give you whatever you want, Olivia,” I continue, feeling the sweat cooling on my neck. “You want me to fill you with my cum? I’ll do it. I’ll pay you for the rest of our lives if you want. Maybe I’ll start paying you in cash so I can take you on it. That’s what a whore wants, isn’t it?”

“God, yes,” she blurts out as her hands grip the blankets beneath her, upsetting the tight hotel tuck.

“You don’t even deny it,” I go on as I feel my climax impending, as unfiltered satisfaction creeps closer with every thrust of my cock into her tight body. “You’ve been waiting for a man to appreciate you for the hot slut that you are. That you’ve always been.”

“Davis, I’m going to come,” she groans out. “Please don’t stop, please don’t stop, please don’t stop…”

As if I could. As if I could deny her anything that she wants.

“For the rest of your life, no matter who you screw, you’re going to think of me,” I grit out, pounding into her harder than I ever have before. “You’re going to think about how you got paid to have this cock inside of you, and you’re going to realize that you’re the luckiest girl in the world.”

“I know that already,” she says, barely able to get the words out as she works her hips back against me, meeting me thrust for thrust. Her ass slams against my body and tells me that she’s not lying—she’s close.

“Prove it.”

“I’ve been thinking about your cock for the last eight years. You think I don’t know that I’ll want it for the rest of my life?”

She cries out as she finishes speaking, her pussy pulsating as her orgasm hits her. It’s unyielding and unparalleled; she bucks and grips at the blankets as I grind out stroke after stroke into her sweet warmth. I’m so close that I can feel my own climax practically clawing through my body before I come inside of her, filling her the way that I promised. I groan and I say her name while I paw at her, trying to find something to hold onto, but every part of her body is boneless. My hand lands on her waist and travels around to her stomach, where I splay it over her skin. I clutch her so that her skin presses against me as I finish inside of her, convinced that I’ve never experienced pleasure on this scale before.

I fade slowly, still not sure how to breathe, as I enjoy the final throes of pleasure. Then I’m softening inside of her and reluctantly have to pull out, but I refuse to let her go.

She doesn’t seem to mind. She presses her hand on top of mine and begins to caress, a tacit instruction for me to continue clutching her to my body like she’s a part of my own skin.

We remain in that position for the next few minutes, letting our breathing steady and synchronize. I play with her hair, twirling the ends around my fingertips absentmindedly. I know that I can ask myself what the hell I’m doing a million times, and I still won’t get an answer. For once, I’m surprisingly comfortable with that.

Olivia wiggles out of my arms—or she tries to, but I keep her in a hold.

“Relax, big guy,” she orders as she crawls up towards the top of the bed and reaches towards the nightstand. When she returns to me, she’s holding my phone.

The video.

“This thing is long. It’s going to tie up all of your storage,” she warns playfully while she maneuvers herself back into my arms. “Wait, what am I saying? You probably have, like, five terabytes of storage on this thing.”

“Five terabytes is about a million photos,” I counter as I take the phone from her. “But don’t worry. I’ll delete my work emails if I need more room for videos of you.”

“I think that’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me,” she deadpans. “Go ahead play it.”

Olivia snuggles up next to me as I press play on the video. The first frame shows Olivia putting those gorgeous breasts in my face, and already I can feel myself getting hard.

A few minutes later, when we both climax in the video, I steal a glance at her. She’s grinning widely, trying to cover her expression with her hand as she nibbles on her thumbnail.

“Send me that.”

Right after I do, she begins to kiss me. I kiss her back, letting her lead. Letting her decide how much further she wants to take it. To my surprise, she seems content to just kiss me and she eventually lowers herself to rest her head against my chest—just like last night.

I carefully brush her hair off of her shoulders and back before I begin to run my fingertips along her bare skin. She sighs contently, practically nuzzling against my chest as she allows her body to relax against mine.

“You like it there,” I muse, my voice coming out soft.

“I do.”

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