The Perfect Intern

Chapter 59.

(Warning: Recommended for 16 or older due to a mature scene. Unless you want to be a risk taker then go ahead!)

Dante

Letting my tongue taste everything that belonged to me. Quickly nipping, I savored my angel's sweet, intoxicating taste, drinking her in as though I was an alcoholic taking his last.

As I heard my name from her lips, like a heavenly whisper in the night, I gripped her thighs before placing them onto my shoulders. The heat filled me quickly and my stomach erupted with excitement, the most obscene thoughts filled my mind.     Her hands drifted through my hair only to grasp it tightly, most likely roughing it in the process but only edging me on further.

When I knew she was seconds away from her boiling point, I abruptly stopped, causing her sweet moans to be replaced with dissapointed whimpers as she attempted to pull me closer. Standing up, I brought my hand to her hair, seizing it until her lips were imposed against mine. I allowed her to taste herself as her lips mingled with mine. She seemed shocked at first, but naturally melted into my heated invasion. Letting or a deep chuckle, I brought my mouth to her ear.

"I don't think so, kitten," I announced, roughly.

My mind raced and my movements came out of impulse.

I knew that the causes of these feelings wasn't just the beautiful and intoxicating woman in front of me, but I made no effort to fight against them. My efforts were very much elsewhere.

I wrapped an arm around her waist and lifted just enough so she would have to stand. It appeared her knees had attempted to falter but never got the chance to before I quickly spun her around and pulled her ass against me by her hips, rather more roughly than intended.

The sound of her gasp hit my ears, but I ignored it. Bringing my hand back into her hair, I pushed forward, aiming to be as gentle as possible. She seemed out of breath as I bent her over onto the counter. Her electric blue eyes pieced into mine through the glass, glowing with innocence. Striking yet soft.

Absolutely breathtaking.

Looking back at her, I leaned forward until I knew she could hear my words clearly, my cheek placed next to her soft and blush-filled one. "Now you can't tell me that this is not the most stunning sight you've ever seen," I grinned, dangerously.

She was speechless, trying to calculate my next move. I thought it would be obvious.

The tip of my cock threatened her entrance and she released a moan,  only to attempt to hold it in by biting her lip.

Good luck with that, gattina.

I tried to keep my groan in as I sunk into her, waiting for her perfect pussy to become accustomed to my size.

So fucking wet. All for me.

Once I was finally where I wanted to be, I grabbed her hips and left a line of kisses down her back, starting from her neck. My heart beat increased in my chest at the exciting pressure against me as I went to slide out again. Her warmth consumed me more and more with each thrust and I fucking loved it.

Harder. Faster. Deeper.

I could hear her moans urging me to keep moving and I had no problem complying with her every desire.

There was no stronger connection a man and a woman could have, physically.

I continuously pushed forward, one hand pulling her hair back as the other remained on her waist. I was a man on a mission, waiting for the battle to reach it's peak.