Page 140 of Entangled

He sinks in one more inch, and I’m quaking with the control of just taking it—of just letting him use me and take and say these perfect, vile things.

“My methods are somewhat unorthodox,” my evil doctor says in that same soothing, slightly amused tone. “But I assure you, you will feel so good when I’m done. Just let it happen, Miss Anderson.”

His cock is perfect. Absolutely perfect. I need more of it. All of it. All ofhim.

“I trust you, Doctor Bennett,” I whisper... and that makes him pause.

He lets out a soft warning growl, and my pussy pulses in response.

“Have you had anal intercourse yet, Miss Anderson?” he asks in a too-casual tone, and I freeze, breathless.

And suddenly hyper aware that my doctor must have an obscene view of my open, exposed cheeks. I immediately want to close, to hide, but there’s no way. Not in this position.

“N-no,” I stutter as his hands leave me.

“No?” I hear a squirt, and cold liquid is trickling between my cheeks, then a thumb circles my back hole, pressing the liquid around it. Into it. I twitch away, just for a second, only for him to grasp my hips and yank me back, impaling me on his thick cock.

I cry out, my body frantically trying to adjust to the full length and width of him. My inner walls squeeze, meeting incredible, delicious pressure, and the almost painful feeling quickly rewrites itself as pleasure.

I shudder in relief, shaking with coarse, desperate desire.

“He didn’t take you here?” He sounds surprised.

“We didn’t... no lube,” I gasp out as his thumb presses in further, invading the first ring. If I thought his cock was pressure, this is already more. Or a strange, different kind, at least.

I know Jayk wanted to do it that way—he seems quite possessive about my ass, actually—but he held back, muttering something about “doing it right.”

“Hmm,” Doctor Bennett says, and it’s half a growl. “No, of course this ass hasn’t swallowed a dick.”

His thumb pops through the second ring of muscle, and I can’t help it this time—my body arches into his finger. It impales his cock further in me, until I’m grinding against the base, my moisture soaking the coarse hairs.

“This is tight, sweet virgin ass, right here.” His voice is rough now, tight with tension. He pulls his thumb back, then pushes in again, and I shudder. “We need to stretch this out before it can take one of our cocks. You will take our cocks here, won’t you, Miss Anderson? You’re going to let your doctor fuck every one of your greedy holes as a thank you for taking such good care of you, aren’t you?”

He fucks my ass with his thumb again, and my brain is spiraling, lost in the pressure everywhere, the tug against my forbidden inner muscles, the mindless carnality of it all.

“Yes.” The word is a moan, a plea. Pure need.

“Yes, who?”

My forehead rolls in the blanket, the game slipping away. “Yes, shi— Ah!Beau. You can do anything to me. Take me, use me, make me?—”

“Fuck,” he swears, and in seconds, he uses his knee to push mine out, widening my stance unbearably. I might have fallen, but he grips my hip with his free hand.

Then he pulls his cock out of me.

“The doctor will make you feel good now, pet. Take your medicine like a good girl.”

His words make my mind blank with lust, but he’s already slamming home, his cock pounding into me with short, powerful punches that I feel everywhere. He hits every magic place inside me, lighting me up, and I can’t move, can’t do much in this position except take his dick however he wants to give it to me. Hard. Hungry. His body controls mine with sinful, practiced confidence, even as I hear him groan with strain.

This stretched out, I feel his pumping cock in flawless detail, I feel him swell, the heat of him. I can smell his body mixing with mine in viscerally perfect ways.

Then his thumb drags in and out of my back hole, and the torturously sensitive nerve endings leap to life, blending, mixing with the punishment in my pussy. My nipples rub against the bedspread, my mouth cries into it until I’m almost suffocated, and still, he fucks into me, harder, faster.

“Beau,” I cry, and I’m not sure if it’s a plea or a prayer. “Beau, Beau, Beau.”

“Fuck, fuck, you feel so fucking good, darlin’. You’re soaking my dick. So hot, so fucking wet.”

He gasps, his thrusts becoming reckless, almost painful. His hands leave my ass, my hip, and one gets planted in my back, holding me down as he leans over me, while the other wrenches my hair back. The angle is so deep, I sob at the sheer, agonizing perfection of it.

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