The Billionaire's Intern (Maya Thompson) novel Chapter 519

Chapter 248: Finding Her Own Wicked Rhythm

Driven by her fierce desire to please him, Maya tried to do exactly what he asked.

She let her throat open, trying to swallow a fraction of an inch more of his thick, rigid length.

But the sudden, deep fullness triggered a sharp, involuntary gasp from her chest. Her eyes watered, a tear slipping down her cheek not from pain, but from the raw intensity of housing so much of him inside her small mouth.

She choked softly, her grip tightening like a vise on his thighs as she looked up at him through wet eyelashes, determined not to give up.

The moment the wet warmth of her mouth squeezed a fraction deeper around his shaft, Damien’s whole body went rigid as granite.

Hearing her soft, muffled gasp and seeing her eyes water was the final blow to his fracturing restraint.

He wanted to push deeper, to lose himself completely in the sweet sanctuary of her mouth, but the sight of her tears–even innocent ones–pulled him back from the edge.

“Let’s stop, Love,” Damien managed to rasp out, his voice shaking with the effort to hold back.

“Let me go deep inside you instead…”

But Maya shook her head, keeping his thick c**k firmly trapped inside her mouth.

Refusing to give up, she pushed herself to take even more of him in. Her throat reacted to the deep fullness, making her gag softly, but she swallowed through it, determined to keep him there.

To gain more control over the intense depth, she released one hand from his thigh and reached up, her small fingers wrapping tightly around the middle of his shaft, guiding his heavy girth.

Damien’s eyes snapped shut, his head snapping back as a violent wave of pure, blinding pleasure ripped through his spine.

“Ummph… fuck, Love…” a low, broken growl tore from his throat, his jaw clenching so hard a muscle ticked violently in his cheek.

“Ughh… yeah, fuck… that feels so fucking good… ughhh…”

The pleasure was agonizingly intense.

It wasn’t the first blowjob he’d ever had, but it was, without a doubt, the absolute best.

Technique didn’t even matter anymore; it was the intoxicating fact that it was her doing this to him. That realization alone added a lethal layer of heat to every wet slide of her tongue.

His large hands instinctively twitched, his veins bulging like thick cords against his skin as his thighs turned into solid stone beneath her grip. He was visibly shaking, completely undone by the sheer, raw friction of her mouth and the clumsy, careful squeeze of her hand on his shaft.

He forced his eyes open again, needing to see her, wanting to watch the exact moment she found her footing Right before his eyes, he noticed the shift–her tresitation melting away, replaced by a sudden, fierce confidence as she began to find her own wicked rhythm.

He watched her with a dangerous, ravenous hunger. Her long eyelashes fluttered against her flushed cheeks, and he tracked the hollow of her face each time she drew him in, trying her absolute best to swirl her tongue around his rigid length.

It was an innocent, unpracticed rhythm, yet it was precisely that raw sincerity that was rapidly tearing away the last remaining shred of his sanity.

Unable to resist the tight suction, Damien finally broke. He took over the movement, his fingers tightening in her hair to hold her firmly in place as his hips gave a sudden, heavy twitch forward.

He began to slide himself in and out of her mouth in a deep, commanding, and relentless rhythm, burying his rigid length deeper and deeper until she could feel the thick root of him pressing hard against her lips.

He was close–so close to breaking–and he knew that if he didn’t stop right now, he would cum right in her

He caught one turgid ****e between his lips and swirled his tongue around it, before drawing the entire bud deep into his mouth, sucking on it hungrily.

“Ahhh! Damien–nnghh…” Maya arched her back, her fingers immediately tangling into his thick hair, pinning him closer to her chest. The sensation of his hot, wet–mouth pulling hard on her breast made her core weep, a fresh wave of slick moisture coating her entrance.

Damien let out a dark, vibrating growl against her skin, his thumb and forefinger pinching her other n*****,

kneading and teasing it until she was crying out his name.

He continued to suck on her n*****s hungrily, making sure she was completely breathless before his wet kisses began to trail lower.

He moved down to her flat stomach, planting deep, open–mouthed kisses that made Maya’s abdomen quiver and contract under his touch.

Shifting his massive frame, Damien slid down to the edge of the bed until he was kneeling on the floor right between her thighs, his face perfectly level with the very entrance of her burning heat.

With a dominant grip, he grabbed both of her ankles and effortlessly hauled her lower body a few inches down the mattress.

Maya gasped, her fingers desperately clutching the sheets as his mouth found her skin again, raining slow, scorching kisses along her inner calves and moving up her thighs.

As he reached the apex of her legs, he spread them wide apart, pinning her knees outward until she was completely wide open, fully exposed right in front of his face.

He didn’t waste another second.

Lowering his head, Damien dove straight between her thighs, his hot mouth claiming her soaking wet core without warning.