The Billionaire's Intern (Maya Thompson) novel Chapter 246

Chapter 318 Fusts and Eeisous 7

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Chapter 118: Firsts and Lessons-2

Her eyes lifted again, wide, shimmering with wonder. “What about your first time?” she asked, her tone hushed, like the question itself was something sacred.

Damien leaned back slightly, a wry smirk tugging at his lips. “Oh, that…” His gaze flickered with a glint of memory, half amused, half distant. “It was in college. I was a freshman, and she was a senior.”

Maya’s brows arched, eyes widening a little. “An older woman?”

“Only three years older,” Damien said with a low chuckle. “Our school went on a camping trip. And, of course, Nick being Nick, managed to charm two seniors into tagging along. Let’s just say… they knew exactly what they wanted.”

His smirk deepened, though there was no weight in the memory-only a trace of youthful recklessness. “Nick and I were both clueless, so we just pretended we knew what we were doing. A few drinks, some flirting… and one thing led to another. She took the lead, I followed. Gave me a blowjob, then rode me. That was it. No romance, no intimacy, no connection. When it was over, they left. And the next morning, we acted like nothing had ever happened.”

His voice softened, his gaze drifting back to Maya, locking on with quiet intensity. “That was my first time. But last night…” His thumb brushed across her cheek, tender, reverent. “Last night was my real first time. With you.”

Maya’s fingers tangled in his hair, her lips brushing his jaw as she pressed lightly against his chest. “That’s… lovely,” she murmured, voice soft, eyes warm. “I’m glad I get to give you something no one else could.”

She shifted slightly, nuzzling closer, and pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek. “Thank you for saving all those firsts for me.”

A mischievous grin tugged at her lips. “So… tell me,” she whispered, eyes sparkling with teasing curiosity, “did you… like it?”

Damien’s brow quirked. “Did I like what?”

Maya leaned just enough to catch his gaze, bold yet slightly hesitant. “That… experience. What she did to you back then… Do you enjoy it when a woman is on top of you? Or… if a woman gives you a… you know…” She leaned closer, her voice dropping to a breathy whisper. “Blowjob.”

Damien’s eyes darkened, heat rising in his voice. “What woman?” His tone dipped low, intimate, possessive. “You’re my only woman. Are you… asking if I want you on top of me? Or

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