Page 138 of Entangled

I lift my hips into his delicious, insufficient touch, desperate tears squeezing from the corners of my eyes.

“Beau.” I sob. “Please.”

He ignores me, lifting the jar and examining the contents. Dipping one finger in, then out, he rubs my slick between his fingers.

“Pleasing consistency. Delightful scent.” Looking me in the eye, he sucks his finger into his mouth. “Tastes like fucking heaven.”

My hands make fists in the sheets to stop myself from reaching down and touching myself as I breathe in little gasping pants. It would take nothing. A rub or two, that’s all, and I would come so hard. I didn’t know it was possible to be so turned on with someone barely even touching me.

“Now, I’m thinking a second opinion is required,” Doctor Bennett says to the recorder.

He dips his fingers into the specimen jar, scooping up the moisture, then bends over my head again. Without waiting to be asked, I open my mouth, and he gives me a surprised look. Then he smiles.

“Very nice, Miss Anderson.” I suck his fingers into my mouth, letting the flavor of myself mix with the latex, letting it become one of the most arousing things I’ve ever tasted.

He watches me swallow with hot, dangerous eyes, his tongue resting against his bottom lip. The look is a little feral, more animal than doctor, and it takes a moment for him to take a breath and withdraw. It makes something warm surge in my chest, mixing with my arousal, my embarrassment, the confusing degradation of it all.

Helovesthis.

Doctor Bennett’s hand wraps around my thigh as he stares hungrily down at my pussy.

“Describe the encounter, please,” he orders pleasantly.

I blink fast, confused, trying to get my fogged brain to catch up. The... encounter? The encounter with Jayk? He wants to know about Jayk?

Biting my lip, I glance at the recording device.

“Is that medically necessary, doctor?” I ask uncertainly.

He raises a brow. “Of course. Your cunt looks recently used, Miss Anderson. I need to properly assess the damage. Now, if you would please...”

God, the way he speaks to me. He did it by the river too, so it shouldn’t shock me.

He’s just usually such a gentleman.

My wide eyes stay fixed on him, and my breathing becomes choppy as I recall myrecent activity. “I— It was after we stopped for lunch yesterday. He put his hand over my mouth and pulled me away into the woods nearby.”

I saw Jayk coming, of course, prowling around me as I ate. He pounced on me as soon as I finished. I lick my lips, glancing quickly at my doctor’s professionally interested face.

“Jayk made me fight him again, poking at me until I did.” Jaykob’s encouraging smirks and taunts are infuriating—it doesn’t take much now for him to provoke me. “It’s pointless, of course. I could never beat him, but he makes me try. He wrestles me to the ground, pins me, strips off our clothes, makes me fight back. He shows me where to hit him, even though I’m not very strong. But I finally got on top this time.”

I trail off huskily. Okay, he definitelyletme get on top after I got one hit in that was not quite as terrible as the rest. It still felt good. I was hot and hungry and annoyed and aroused when it finally happened, and when he gave me this rough smirk, I could swear it was almost... proud.

Beau hums like he’s listening, bending to inspect my pussy. His gloved fingers spread my lips apart as he looks, and my cheeks burn at the humiliation of it.

“Continue, Miss Anderson,” he prompts absently.

“He—he dragged me up his body until I was kneeling... over his face.” I falter, remembering his mouth on me there, his hands biting into my thighs as he ate me out messily. Roughly. His lips and nose and teeth and tonguedevouredme. “He used his mouth on me,” I whisper quickly. “And I came.”

Hard. And fast.

A lot faster thanthis.

Doctor Bennett gives me another stern look, then I feel one latex finger from his other hand press into my clutching hole to the first knuckle. He wiggles it, and I sob out a moan, arching. It’s everything. It’s not enough.

“Now Miss Anderson, do you really expect me to believe this cunt is all torn up because you rode a man’s face and soaked him in your cum?” He shakes his head, dissatisfied. “It is not advised that you lie to your doctor, my girl.”

He begins to remove his finger, and I cry out, “No, that’s—that’s not all. Please, Doctor Bennett, there’s more. I’ll tell you. Don’t stop... helping me. Please.”

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