The Billionaire's Intern (Maya Thompson) novel Chapter 521

Chapter 250: Every Damri Second Feels Too Good

The friction was loud, a wet, heavy rhythm that echoed off the walls as Damien drove his weight into her over and over.

Every thrust was deep, heavy, and raw, pushing her straight toward another peak before she could even process the first one.

Amidst the blur of sensations and the heavy, rhythmic crashing of his body against hers, a sudden, quiet clarity washed over her.

Maya realized she wasn’t afraid of losing control anymore. What frightened her was how much she wanted to give it to him.

Every wall Maya had spent years building around herself felt impossibly distant now.

She had never felt so exposed.

And strangely, she had never felt so safe.

From his vantage point, watching her body yield beneath his hands was rapidly destroying what little control he had left. The sight of her arched back, the contrast of his large hands gripping her hips, and the way her smooth, pale skin flushed pink with every powerful thrust pushed him dangerously close to the edge.

He wanted to finish right then, but the slick, tight heat wrapping around him was too good to cut short.

“Nghh… fuck, Maya…” Damien growled, his fingers digging deeper into her hips as if he couldn’t bear to let her move an inch away. His jaw clenched hard before he delivered another sharp smack to her flushed cheek, watching the reaction ripple through her body.

“Every damn second feels too good,” he rasped.

Just as the pressure coiling deep inside him reached its breaking point, a guttural growl tore from Damien’s chest. His fingers dug into her hips as he forced himself to pull back, tearing himself free and denying the release his body was desperately demanding.

He held himself there, chest heaving as he looked down at her. Freed from his length, her pink, swollen core was fully exposed, her backside flushed a deep, warm crimson from the force of his thrusts and his teasing slaps. A thick drop of her juices gathered at the edge before tracking slowly down the skin of her inner thigh.

The abrupt exit left a cold vacuum. Deprived of the heat she had been chasing, Maya shifted backward, her hips rocking in retreat as she sought him again.

Before she could even bridge the gap, Damien gripped her waist and flipped her flat onto her back like a ragdoll. She gasped, the mattress catching her weight as he instantly came down over her, pinning her with his heavy frame. He captured her lips in a bruising, possessive kiss, breaking apart just enough to stare down into her dazed eyes.

“I want to see your every reaction,” he growled, his voice rough and low against her mouth.

“I want to see exactly how you’re enjoying me inside you.”

Without waiting for a response, Damien shifted his weight, moving to a seated position on the mattress with his legs spread wide. Before Maya could process the shift, his large hands clamped under her arms, hauling her upward until she was facing him, straddling his thighs.

“Sit on it,” he commanded, his eyes burning into hers.

Maya whimpered, her hands instantly gripping his shoulders for balance as she slowly lowered herself onto his rigid length. She let out a long, shaky breath that quickly dissolved into a deep moan as his thick fullness slid easily inside her.

She instinctively closed her eyes, her lower lip parting as her body welcomed him back face-to-face in a tight lotus lock.

“Look at me, Love,” Damien rasped.

Maya forced her heavy lids open, locking eyes with him.

“Now ride it…” he murmured, his hands anchoring gently at her waist, guiding her rhythm. “Just roll your hips, start slow until you’re comfortable…”

She nodded and began to shift, rolling her hips in a slow deep grind.

“Like this?” she whispered.

“Take it all, Love… mmm… yes… come for me…” Damien rasped, his voice dropping into a primal register as her release clamped down on him.

“God, you feel incredible…”

Completely spent and overwhelmed by the sheer intensity, Maya’s strength gave out entirely. She couldn’t even manage to move her hips anymore. She was swimming in sensation, her upper body collapsing onto him as her inner walls milked him relentlessly in violent, helpless waves.

But Damien wasn’t done.

Instead of pausing, he anchored his hands heavily on her hips and kept driving forward, his brutal, relentless thrusts riding right through the pulsing heat of her orgasm.

Every heavy strike hammered into her while she was at her most sensitive, forcing her body to shake and vibrate in total, unhinged surrender under his weight.

“Damien! Ah, ah—nghh!” Maya cried out, her arms wrapping around his neck, holding him in a desperate, bone-crushing embrace as her body shook.

“Mmph… fuck… mmm… ahhh…”

Damien groaned heavily against her skin, his chest vibrating as he buried himself deep into her contractions.

“I fucking love how your walls tighten around my c**k. Fuck… mmmmm…”

Maya could barely think anymore. The world had narrowed to the man holding her and the overwhelming realization blooming in her chest.

For the first time in her life, surrender didn’t feel like weakness.