The Billionaire's Intern (Maya Thompson) novel Chapter 523

Chapter 252: I’m Investing in Our Future

Maya chuckled, a rosy blush creeping up her neck and into her cheeks. For all his shameless teasing, the genuine devotion behind his words left her feeling unexpectedly warm inside.

“I’ll take note of that… Now get off me, big guy. I need to clean up.. and I still have a cheesecake waiting for me to enjoy.”

Damien didn’t move. Instead, his dark eyes darkened further, a wicked, possessive glint cutting through the dim light. Inside her, the thick length that had just finished pouring his warmth into her core suddenly twitched.

Before Maya could even process the sensation, it rapidly swelled, hardening to an impossible size until it was stretching her walls all over again.

Maya’s eyes widened in sheer disbelief as the realization hit her.

“Damien… what.. wait…” Maya sputtered, “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“You’ve had multiple orgasms tonight, Love,” Damien rumbled, his voice dropping into a low, dangerously starved register as he gave a sudden, authoritative upward tilt of his pelvis, burying himself even deeper.

“I’ve only had one.”

Maya stared at him for a second before bursting into laughter.

“Are you seriously keeping score?”

“Of course I am,” Damien replied without a trace of shame. “The numbers are heavily skewed in your favor.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against hers as his hips began a slow, heavy, and punishing grind, instantly rekindling the fire between them.

“The cheesecake can wait,” he growled against her mouth.

“We’re doing another round.”

Before Maya could even protest, Damien took her hands and pinned them securely above her head, his large fingers interlocking with hers, chaining her to the mattress using only his grip.

He shifted his weight upward, siiding his torso higher up her body until his hips were riding higher than hers.

It was the perfect alignment-a suffocatingly close lock that pressed the base of his rigid length directly against her highly sensitive c******S.

Instead of drawing back to thrust, Damien stayed buried to the absolute hilt, using his entire weight to drive down. He began a slow, heavy, and rhythmic grinding, rocking his pelvis against hers in deep, agonizingly friction-filled circles.

Chapter 252-thrinvesting in Sur Future

“D Banien-nghh! Wait, it’s-ahhm! Maya’s protest came out broken and breathless, her back arching instinctively as another wave of sensation swept through her.

The intense, dual stimulation of his thick shaft stretching her inside while his pelvic bone relentlessly rubbed against her swollen core was too powerful.

With her hands trapped above her head, she was completely defenseless, forced to feel every single millimeter of the hot, wet friction as he ground his weight into her over and over.

Damien let out a rough breath, his eyes burning into hers.

“I can feel how desperately your walls are begging me to stay, Love,” Damien murmured, a dark, dangerously smug smirk touching his lips while his pelvis ground relentlessly against her core in deep, agonizingly tight circles.

His grip on her pinned hands tightened above her head, asserting complete dominance.

By the time the storm finally cleared, the digital clock on the nightstand blinked heavily at 1:47 AM.

The relentless grinding from the alignment technique had triggered two more back-to-back rounds that left the mattress soaked and both of them completely drained.

Maya was utterly spent.

Her face was flushed a deep, breathless crimson, her body trembling from the sheer sensory overload of hitting an unimaginable seven orgasms all in all.

She was so sensitive that even the smallest movement made her tremble. Her body felt boneless and spent, still humming from the intensity of everything they had shared.

For a long moment, she simply lay there in his embrace, listening to the steady beat of his heart behind her.

A strange warmth bloomed in her chest.

Before she could stop herself, an unexpected image appeared in her mind.

She imagined Damien holding a tiny baby in his arms, his usually stern expression softened by a tenderness few people ever got to see.

Then she pictured a little girl wrapped around his finger, refusing to let him out of her sight.

A little boy racing through the halls while Damien pretended to be annoyed by the noise even though he secretly adored every second of it.

The thought made her heart flutter in a way she couldn’t quite explain.

Her fingers tightened gently around his hand.

“Do you really mean that?” she whispered softly.

The playful teasing had completely disappeared from her voice.

Damien frowned slightly.

“Mean what, Love?”

Maya hesitated.

Then, in a much softer voice, she asked,

“Have you really thought about having children someday?”