Page 69 of The Beekeeper

Ravenous. Furious. I was still basking in my release but he was…I moaned softly as the whole of him settled on top of me for just a second. The long ridge of his erection met my center, my swollen clit instantly greedy for more friction, especially when, as I arched against him, he let out the most satisfying groan.

“Not yet,” he grunted, nipping at my chin, and then he was gone. The weight of him off me as he slid onto his knees, wedging his shoulders between my legs.

Palming my thighs, he spread them wide—spread my swollen center open for his perusal. For a second, I wondered if I should be embarrassed—if I should’ve tried to clamp my legs shut so he couldn’t see what he’d managed to do—what he’d made me do to myself with just a toy.

But why would I try to hide when he stared at me like I was a feast in front of a starved man?

“Fuck, you’re juicy,” he rumbled appreciatively, dragging a finger languorously through my slit, and my chest caved in like I’d somehow agreed to give him part of my soul in exchange for this moment.

He took another teasing swipe through my pussy, careful not to penetrate me, and then brought the glistening tip of his finger to his lips.

He licked off the slickness with a reverberating groan. “I knew it. So fucking sweet,” he crooned. “Just like your honey.”

“I thought you didn’t like my honey,” I murmured, knowing, thanks to Paisley, that wasn’t the truth.

His darkened stare snapped to mine over my naked body, and my heart started to beat like a drum, anticipating his response.

“I like it too much,” he murmured. “Eating it around you makes me think of this…and this makes me too hard to be in public.”

This time, my blush covered the entirety of my body.

“You like hearing what you do to me?” he demanded, his stare locked on my core, my body weeping under the attention. “Because I know I’m going to love hearing what I’m about to do to you.”

And then his mouth dropped to my pussy, and my eyes rolled back in my head. I grabbed for him—for his wavy hair like a buoy in the middle of stormy seas. My body still hadn’t recovered from the first orgasm and now he was demanding a second. And it was a demand. I couldn’t say no even if I wasn’t sure I’d survive it.

Chapter 16

Blaze

Her desire was the purest drug I’d ever tasted. Like summer on my tongue in the middle of the winter of my mind.

“Blaze…” she breathed desperately.

I ate at her the way I learned lines for a part, my tongue working over and over until I got the response I wanted—until I knew exactly what was required of me. Every response, whether it was an audible moan from her lips, the desperate claw of her fingers into my scalp, or the fucking exquisite rush of her desire on the flat of my tongue, pushed me closer and closer to the edge.

“You taste so fucking good,” I said low, my breath hot against her pussy. “My own personal honeypot.”

I flattened my tongue to her swollen pussy and licked my way through a ten-course tasting of her sweet cunt, knowing I’d get a high just from the memory of her—because at some point, that was all this would be: a memory of a fantasy.

“Please…” she panted, clutching my head tighter to her. She was so responsive. So needy. For me. And that itself was the real drug: the taste of someone who wanted the real me.

And fuck me, was I going to indulge.

Her hips bucked as she let out a strangled cry, hardly able to form a word when the tip of my tongue found and flicked her clit. But when I drew my lips over her, sucking on the sensitive bundle of nerves, that was what made her wild. With just a few hard drags, I felt her reaching for the edge again, needing another orgasm.

Snaking my hand beneath my mouth, I teased her entrance with the tip of my finger, at the same time, I stroked her with my tongue. Another surge of desire pushed from her, and with a low groan, I fed my middle finger inside her clenching muscles. Damn, she was tight. Tight and so fucking wet.

“That’s it, my little queen,” I crooned, slowly pumping my finger in and out, working her muscles wider. Even just the rush of air on her as I spoke made her body tighten. “Need to open you up so there’s room for me to fit and fill you up.”

My jaw locked as I pushed a second finger in with the first, the squeeze of her inner muscles making me see stars. My cock was painfully swollen now, throbbing against my jeans. I was so tempted to just release the zipper and give myself some relief, but I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold back. The only way I was going to be able to eat my fill and taste her orgasm was if I kept my dick locked up tight in my pants.

Harper clutched at my hair, grinding her wet pussy against me like she couldn’t get enough—like she was never going to get enough again. For a harsh second, I wondered how the hell anyone would let a woman like this go—but then remembered that I would let her go, too. I had to.

“Please, Blaze,” she begged. “I need…oh, god, I need…” Her words dissolved into a moan as my fingers pressed to her front wall and found her G-spot.

“So fucking soaked,” I praised, returning my lips to her clit.

Mercilessly, my mouth and fingers worked her into a frenzy. I didn’t have a choice. I needed her prepared—not just her tiny body to fit my cock, but for the things I was going to say and do. The kink I had made it far too easy for a woman to believe I’d lied when I said I didn’t want more. And right now, I didn’t have time or the mental capacity to outline the basics of breeding kink. I added it to the damn contract, and she hadn’t asked for clarification. Now, all I could do was make sure she was in such a fucking stupor that when I drove my dick into her and told her I was going to put a baby in her, she couldn’t take me seriously.