Page 85 of Dr. Intern

“Here’s how this is gonna go, pretty girl,” he drawls, moving toward the bed with a lustful hunger in his eyes. “You’re going to come one more time on my fingers. Then, I’m going to make good on my promise. Once I’m inside you, I’m not holding back, so I’m trusting you to tell me if I need to stop.”

“Got it,” I swallow, my core clenching at his tone. It’s so at odds with how he speaks to me normally, and I love it. “But you won’t need to stop. You’re not that big.”

Beau’s jaw clenches as he crawls on top of me and whispers, “Famous last words.”

Before I can respond, he’s capturing my mouth in his and forcing his tongue down my throat. He tastes different than normal, kind of sweet but a little tangy. Suddenly, I realize that it’s because he was buried between my legs for the past half-hour, and I’m the one on his lips. Surprisingly, that turns me on even more.

I moan into his throat, letting him in further as I run my fingers through his hair and arch my hips. I’m desperate to feel him. To give him the same pleasure that he’s already given me.

“Cut it out,” he groans against my lips.

I don’t listen, choosing to rub myself against his hard cock. “Cut what out?”

Beau abruptly pulls back. Seizing my wrists, he pins them above my head while his legs secure mine.

I attempt to squirm free, but he’s significantly larger and stronger. He easily restrains me with just one of his hands.

“I’m trying my fucking hardest to do this the right way with you,” he says, voice dangerous. “But if you don’t hold still and let me give you another orgasm, I swear to God I’ll tie you up and force you to come.”

The idea of being entirely under his control, immobile and helpless, sends a shiver of anticipation through me. I know that’s one of his kinks from the porn we watched together, but experiencing it firsthand is way more arousing than I had imagined.

Beau has never struck me as the controlling type. He’s typically so easygoing and fun to be around. But this side of him, this dirty-talking, dominant man, feels like an unleashed alter ego.

And now all I want is to experience bondage Beau.

“So do it,” I taunt, my eyes locking with his in challenge. “Or are you all talk?”

He sucks in a forced breath, like he’s trying to decide if he’s going to take the bait or not. The energy between us grows palpable as I hold his gaze, not intending to back down. He’s mine, and that means embracing all of him—his desires, cravings, and fantasies. They’re all mine now too.

After a moment, he releases my arms and sits back on his heels, peering down at me with irritation in his eyes. “You just love to poke the bear, don’t you?”

I bite my bottom lip to stifle a grin. “You’re so easy to rile up.”

His jaw ticks as he sucks in a labored breath, climbing off the bed and freeing my legs from his weight.

I move to my side so that I can watch him, but he flashes me a stern glare that makes my stomach flip. “When I turn back around I better see you on your back with your hands above your head. You want to be tied up? You’re about to get your wish.”

Heat pools between my thighs as I quickly follow his instructions. I’ve learned when to push him, and when not to, and something tells me that I’ve gone as far as I can with him this evening.

A moment later, I feel the bed dip above me and something soft wrap around both of my wrists. Whatever it is, it binds them together, positioning my hands on top of each other. I try to tilt my chin to get a glimpse of what he used, but my arms are stretched so tautly above my head that I can’t see anything beyond the concrete ceiling of the loft.

Beau steps off the bed, and I hear the sound of his nightstand opening and closing before he appears beside me again. My skin prickles with anticipation as he leisurely draws his eyes over my body, like he doesn’t know where to start.

His tongue clicks as the bed dips, and he straddles me at my hips. “I was going to have you come on my fingers, but since you decided to push me, you’ll come on my cock.”

My eyes widen as they drop lower. He removed his boxer briefs and is slowly stroking himself with one hand from base to tip. A bead of precum glistens on the head, and my tongue runs over my bottom lip, suddenly overcome with the desire to taste him.

Beau notices and smirks. “I guess the question now is . . . should I fuck your face, or your pussy?”

“Both,” I whimper, beginning to grow needy.

His pupils blow wide, clearly not expecting my answer. “Open those pretty lips. I’ll start there.”

Crawling up my body, he positions himself above my face. His cock hangs heavily between his legs, the tip resting on my bottom lip as he peers down at me with fire in his eyes.

My tongue flicks out, swirling over his massive dick as I get the first taste of his arousal. It’s salty and warm, but not overwhelming like I was expecting—I like it.

I breathe through my nose like I learned from the videos, and lift my head to take more of him into my mouth. My lips curl around his cock, barely able to take his girth, despite my mouth being fully open.

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