Page 84 of The Beekeeper

I cut her off with my tongue, tasting where my cock had left a salty mark at the back of her throat. Her legs wrapped around me, my cock nestled right where it wanted to be as I flattened her back to the wall.

“We don’t have long,” I said, rubbing my length along her puffy seam, feeling how hot and slick she was even through the barrier. “I don’t have long.”

And not just because of my daughter. I didn’t have long because I wanted her so fucking bad it felt like my heart was going to give out.

“Yes, please,” she panted.

“Please what,” I groaned, grinding against her clit. “Say it.”

Her breath hitched. “I want your cock, Blaze, please.” She didn’t just give me the damn words, she wriggled her hips, almost bouncing in my arms to try and get me inside her.

“Fuck, you’re going to get it,” I swore hoarsely, lifted and notched myself at her entrance. “Anything for my little queen.”

I thrust up at the same time as I hauled her body down, burying my cock into her tight channel.

Her cry pierced the air for a split second before my mouth swallowed the sound from hers. Fuck, she was so tight. Tight and hot and perfect and mine. I kissed her as hard as I fucked her, shunting my cock deep into her needy pussy. But she couldn’t scream. She couldn’t wake Paisley. I kissed her to keep her quiet, and I fucked her because I couldn’t fucking stop.

“Fuck, you feel so good. So good and wet for me,” I growled and kissed her again, driving deep into her pussy and feeling her muscles mold and ripple around me.

I wanted to split her open—split her in two and fill her with my cum. I wanted to fill all of her with me. My tongue, my fingers, my cock, my baby. Shit. The image of Harper, holding Paisley’s hand with one of hers and her other resting on her swollen stomach, filled my mind and my cock stretched impossibly thick.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. It was a curse. A warning. A need. The word kept time with my thrusts, each one dragging me farther and farther beyond a line I shouldn’t have crossed.

“Blaze.” Harper tore her mouth from mine, panting and whimpering. “The wall.”

“What?” I grunted, driving hard into her again, and that was when I heard it—the bang of her hips into the wall and the way the old building reverberated with the force.

“Shit,” I snarled. “Hang on.” Holding her tight, I spun us to her bed.

Her back hardly hit the covers before I was pumping into her again, hard and fast. I chased the fantasy in my head—fucking her like I could get her pregnant with my baby. My hips rolled, able to drive deeper from this position.

“Yes, yes.” Her head arched back, her body bowing into mine.

I grabbed her shin and hauled her leg up, letting me sink even deeper into her pussy, every thrust hitting that wall inside her.

“Fuck, I want my cock to reach all the way to your stomach,” I said. “That’s where I want you to feel me. All the way in there like if I wanted to, my cum could put a hundred babies in you. Then your stomach would be stuffed with me like your pussy is now.”

“Blaze,” she gasped and clawed at my back.

“Is that what you want? To be filled with my cum?” I couldn’t stop the words any more than I could stop my body from shunting into her with hard, measured thrusts.

“Yes,” she mewled, and I felt her try to rise up to meet my thrusts. “Yes, Blaze.”

“Then take it,” I ground out, biting breaths into my lungs. I found the angle where my piercing hit her G-spot, her nails digging into my shoulders as pleasure whipped through her.

“Oh, god, Blaze. I can’t—I’m going to…” She trailed off into gasping pants, the wall of her pussy fluttering around me, milking me deeper and deeper. “Yes, oh, yes⁠—”

I sealed my mouth over her, swallowing her sharp cry as she came so forcefully, her entire body shook uncontrollably. Need pressurized at the base of my spine, her clenching core choking the last of the restraint of my cock.

Tearing my mouth from hers, I rose up, pressed her knees to either side of her torso and slammed through her tight little cunt once—twice—and then exploded. Pleasure seared like a lightning bolt through my body. My cock pumped violently inside her, filling the condom with jet after jet of cum.

It took several breaths before I tasted the blood in my mouth; I’d bit down on my tongue so hard in order to not make a sound that I’d broken the flesh.

Fuck, I needed that. Needed her.

Slowly, my little queen came into focus beneath me, her hair spread like a honey halo around her head, her mouth parted and pink. My eyes reached lower, over the rapid rise and fall of her breasts to where I held her legs spread wide. Between them, my stare anchored to the sight of her slick pussy stretched wide around my cock.

I burned the image into every avenue of my memory so no matter what road my mind took, it would always lead back to this. Back to her.