Page 87 of Dr. Intern

Planting a tender kiss on my forehead, Beau sits back on his heels and looks at me with soft eyes. “You ready?”

“I’ve been ready, big boy,” I practically pant as my eyes drop down his sculpted chest, fixated on the V between his thighs that points to his hard cock.

His hand grips his shaft as he adjusts himself between my legs. I try my hardest not to think about how he’s going to fit, instead focusing on the carnal need to have him inside me.

Slowly rubbing his hard length against my center, Beau lets me feel him as he drags his cock through my wetness. His biceps flex with each stroke, and he pivots his hips slightly to tease me, not fully allowing himself to push inside. His jaw hangs slack as he watches the torture, chest heaving as he repeats the movement.

I can feel my arousal heighten, centered right on the spot where his cock finally lines up at my entrance.

His warm brown eyes find mine once more as he leans down, propping himself above me with one arm, his chest only inches from mine. Shifting his weight, he slowly feeds the head of his penis inside me, a soft groan coming from his lips at the initial push.

Just the tip alone is enough to make me screw up my face. I don’t want to, but I can’t help it because the searing sting of his cock inside me is unexpected. I’m more aroused than ever, but the way he’s stretching me definitely makes me rethink taunting him about his size.

His cock isn’t just big—it’s a behemoth.

Sensing my trepidation, Beau pauses, allowing me to acclimate to his size as the tip rests inside me.

“Need me to stop?” he asks, concern knitted on his brow.

“You’re really big,” I whimper, closing my eyes as I feel a tear fall from my cheek. I’m not sad, just overstimulated and terrified that I won’t be able to keep going.

He strokes my face, wiping away the wetness with a gentleness that makes me actually want to cry. “We’ll make it fit. You were made to take my cock, pretty girl.”

I lean into his touch, opening my eyes. “Just go slow.”

He kisses my lips, momentarily distracting me from the slight pump of his hips.

I groan, trying to focus on my pleasure. The initial sting has already subsided, and I can feel myself fluttering around him.

“Open up for me,” he whispers against my lips as he stills inside me for a beat. “Come on, Claire, open up for me.”

I attempt to relax my body and give in to him. All of my nerve endings are screaming for more, desperate for their own release despite the initial pain of his intrusion.

“That’s my girl,” he praises, pushing forward once more. “Let me in.”

I moan, already feeling so full and overstimulated that I’m not sure how much more I can take. There’s absolutely no doubt in my mind that Beau is going to get his wish and have me come on his cock. I feel like I’m already so close that even the slightest sensation might tip me over the edge.

Beau kisses my jaw as he gently pumps forward again. “Halfway there,” he murmurs against my pounding pulse. “You’re taking me so well.”

My eyes fly open. “Halfway? Are you sure?”

There’s no fucking way the man has anywhere to go. I’m pretty sure I already felt him tickle my tonsils.

With a sly grin, Beau lifts one of my legs over his shoulder and shifts his body weight to his elbow, lowering himself onto the bed beside me. His arm snakes beneath my back, giving his hand space to tug on my nipple.

His cock hasn’t moved any further inside me, but he already feels deeper in this position. Reaching around my leg, his fingers dust down my inner thigh before they fall on my clit. I try to wiggle, knowing exactly where he’s heading but not entirely sure I’m ready for it. Everything down there is still so sensitive.

His mouth nips my earlobe right as his fingers smack my pussy. “Don’t make me tie your legs down too.”

My body stills as a small whimper escapes my lips. I attempt to focus on anything other than the way his fingers begin to lightly dance around my clit. I think about the way his facial hair grazes my skin as he’s peppering kisses on my neck. The way he always smells fresh, like the ocean’s breeze, despite the sweat beginning to bead on his brow. The way he’s gentle with me, even though I know he needs more.

I bite my lip to keep from crying out again as his expert fingers begin to increase their speed. My body feels so tightly strung it’s almost painful, yet I need more too. I need to feel him fully inside of me, not just halfway.

“Give me everything,” I say, turning my head to face him. “I need all of you, Beau.”

“You want all of me?” His eyes heat as my words break some invisible barrier of control within him.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I scream right as his hips finally pivot forward, seating his cock deep inside me.

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