The Intern: The Billionaire's Successor

Greedily, I bear down on his length. My shin is a fraction of an inch away from sliding off of the window seat, but I can’t even begin to care. All I’m focused on is working up his pleasure and my own until we’re on the brink.

His hands touch me everywhere, caressing my skin, batting hard at my breasts, pinching at my nipples, and even spanking my ass. My lips find his, struggling to stay fixed as we move. The bench is creaking below us and my hand—which I’ve flattened against the window—is smudging the glass. It all comes together in a symphony of moans and movements and heavy breaths that align with the racing percussion of my beating heart.

“We’re going to fuck like this forever,” he grits hungrily as he thrusts up from below. “You’ll pretend you’ve had your fill, but we both know that you’ll never get enough of this. You need it too much. You need to be fucked hard and used for your pussy.”

“And my ass,” I gasp out.

“Oh, I’d never forget that,” Davis says as he weaves his hand around to my backside. His fingertips dance there, playing at the bundle of nerves at my entrance. “Can I?”

“You know you can do whatever you want.”

He does. Carefully, he slides his fingers into my ass, pressing them deep into me. The initial stretch has me crying out, but the pressure eases with each practiced wiggle of his fingers.

“Good?”

“So good,” I say with an embarrassing giggle at the end. Delighted, I begin to kiss his face, putting my lips wherever I see skin. “So, so good.”

“There’s not a hole on you that doesn’t belong to me,” Davis comments as he begins to pump his hand in earnest, sending these taboo yet pleasurable shocks along my legs. “Every part of you, Olivia. Every goddamn part of you.”

I groan as I lower a hand to play with my own clit. I can feel myself growing closer, surging towards a climax that I know will make me see stars. “Now tell me what you really want to say.”

“I love you,” he says immediately. “I think you’re so unbelievably beautiful.”

There it is. His compulsive urge to be sweet and doting. Even when he’s giving me exactly what I’ve asked for, he never loses that part of himself.

And it’s that part of him that I craved for eight years. No matter what, I’ll always need that too. At the end of the day, when we’re done screwing, this is what our relationship is built on.

“I love you too, Davis. I love you so much.”

“I’m done waiting. This is it from now on. You and me—and the rest of the world can deal with it. I want everything from you—I want everything with you. Marry you. Put some kids in you. Love you. I want to do it all. Together.”

I kiss him hard, promising him that. We’ll do it all together.

The dual sensation of his fingers in my asshole and his heavy cock in my pussy work in tandem, striking up an incomparable sensation. I’m so full—so deliciously full—and all I want is to take more of his big body.

I wrap my arms around him, urging him forward so that his dick angles harder in me. I ride it furiously, marveling at the way he times his strokes to match mine. We’re in perfect sync, screwing like abject professionals, and yet there’s so much beauty in what we’re doing.

My body is singing with pleasure, and I can feel myself unraveling as my climax draws closer. Building and building, it’s sturdy on a foundation of ten months of want. Need. I can feel my hands tingling. My fingertips dig into his back, scratching at him and surely leaving marks.

When I come it’s with his name on my lips. I cry out, refusing to hold anything back. My body goes from fire to smoke, losing all sense of tangibility as I indulge in the pleasure of my orgasm. It washes over me, through me, and gives me the most wonderful feeling of carnal love that I’ve ever experienced.

At the same time, I can feel Davis finish inside of me, heating me with his spend. He continues to pump into me, knowing that he can draw out the fine waves of pleasure that I’m experiencing. His hand slides out from my ass and he fixes it on my waist in a tacit message—that he’s never letting me go again.

I wouldn’t have it any other way.