Page 86 of Dr. Intern

“Oh fuck,” he rasps breathily as I slide more of him down my throat, desperately trying not to gag. “That’s it. You’re doing so well, Claire. I wish you could see how gorgeous you look taking my cock.”

My core clenches at his praise, and I feel a slick arousal between my thighs. I’ve never been turned on by giving a blow job before, but holy shit this is hot.I flatten my tongue, opening my throat as I guide him deeper into my mouth.

Beau’s large hands thread through my hair as I arch my neck further, taking him as far as the angle will allow before I suck hard on his length.

He’s barely halfway inside, and I swear his massive cock just tickled the back of my throat. His size is overwhelming, and I close my eyes, focusing on his taste to distract from my imminent gag reflex.

“Claire.” My name escapes his lips in a whisper as his hips inch forward. “I knew you could do it. Such a good girl.”

My eyes fly open, wanting to experience his expression more than I want to avoid choking.Beau’s light brown waves dust over his forehead, his wide jaw clenched tight as our eyes meet. His brow furrows like he’s in pain, and his chest heaveswith every pass of my tongue along his length.

He groans, leaning back to pull completely out of my mouth. His hand flies to his cock, clenching it with almost white knuckles.

I catch my breath as he fists himself, working hard to steady his ragged breathing.

“Was it not good?” I ask quietly, suddenly feeling self-conscious. He seemed like he was enjoying himself, but maybe I accidentally bit him. My mouth was literally open as wide as it could go just to get him fully inside, so I wouldn’t be surprised . . .

Beau’s eyes find mine and soften. “Best head of my life.”

I bite the side of my cheek, not understanding. “So then why—”

He interrupts me with a chuckle. “Because I was about to blow my load down your damn throat. I made you a promise, and I intend to keep it.”

My lips tilt upward as I bat my eyelashes at him. “What promise was that?”

“That I’m going to bury myself so deep in that tight pussy that you’ll need fucking surgery to ever walk normally again.”

Heat blooms through me, not doubting his promise for one second.

“Good thing I know someone.” I wink at him playfully.

“Damn straight you do.” Beau grins, leaning over to grab something off the bed next to him. “I’ll break your body and then put it back together.”

My eyes fall to the foil packet in his hand, and for some reason, my heart sinks.

I shouldn’t care that he wants to use protection. That’s the responsible thing to do. It’s just that something about a condom feels so sterile, like you’re not really experiencing the other person. It’s a barrier in all senses of the word, and Beau has knocked down every single one of mine that it feels wrong to have something between us. I want to feel all of him, raw and wholly, even if I’ll regret it in the morning.

“I’m on birth control, just so you know,” I mutter, hoping that he’ll take the hint.

Beau pauses with the foil and angles his head slightly.

“Oh, good,” he replies quietly, dropping the partially opened packet on the bed next to him. “And just because I can tell where your mind’s going, I haven’t touched anyone since we hooked up months ago. My last test was clear, and I’ve never not used a condom.”

I look over at the discarded rubber, and then back at Beau. “You don’t want to now?”

He shakes his head, reaching down to brush a stray hair off my lip. “I remember everything you say too. And you told me that you belong to me, which means I’m going bare in this pussy. That okay?”

I nod, unable to stop a smile from forming on my lips. His hands caress the side of my face. It’s intimate, and so at odds with the filthy words that just came out of his mouth moments ago.

The air changes, a noticeable tension rippling between us. He’s looking at me like he wants to say something more, but nothing comes. Instead, he leans in and softly kisses me, gripping my head between his hands as his lips find mine with a tenderness that tells me we’re not about to fuck, we’re about to make love.

His tongue sweeps into me and slowly tangles with mine as his hands run from my face to my breasts, setting my skin ablaze all over again.

All I want is to reach up and touch him in the same tender way that he’s touching me, but whatever he has around my wrists isn’t budging.

A quiet gasp escapes my lips as he squeezes my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, a familiar tightness creeping throughout my body.

Beau continues to kiss me, playing with my aching breasts as I writhe beneath him. His hips pin mine in place, and I’m completely at his mercy. All I can do is moan into his mouth as each expert touch brings me closer to my breaking point.

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