Page 83 of The Beekeeper

Fuck, she’s so fucking perfect—too fucking perfect. And therefore, too fucking dangerous to be doing this with. But there was no room for rational thought in the space between my heavy cock and her warm, waiting mouth.

Holding my pulsing length, I reached out with my free hand and cupped her cheek before sliding my hand to the back of her head to steady her.

A symphony of muttered curses dominoed out of my throat as I pushed my cock into her mouth. She was so wet and hot, my head tipped back, and I almost came on the spot.

“Good girl,” I said hoarsely, watching her—feeling her work to accept all of me.

Saliva leaked from the corners of her mouth, her jaw stretched as I finally bottomed out against the back of her throat.

“Fuck…” Feeling her contract around me sent me over the edge. My hips started to move, sliding myself out and then pushing my length back in. “That’s it, my little queen. Look at you, taking my cock so good.”

My teeth clenched as her velvet tongue slid and swirled over me, tasting and testing every inch. I pulsed against her tongue, every thrust tempting me to explode.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” I said brokenly, my hips moving on their own, faster and deeper as my hand steadied her head to make sure I didn’t hurt her with my piercing.

Every time I went deep, she let out this little strangled moan that I felt from my tip all the way to the base of my spine, encouraging me.

“Is this what you thought about when you looked at your posters of me?” I asked lowly, watching her eyes expand almost in horror. “Did you imagine having your mouth stuffed with my cock?” I shunted my hips forward, hitting the back of her throat. Pleasure ripped along my spine, hot and instant the way it drew my balls up.

She choked and sputtered, but when I went to pull back, her hands held me steady, just like her eyes. My little queen wanted this.

“Because this is all I’ve imagined since the moment I first saw you at the inn, sucking on that damn lollipop,” I bit out, and her face transformed with surprise that I’d remembered that afternoon, and what I’d remembered about it.

“Touch yourself,” I said roughly, watching her eyes widen and then her jerky movements as she complied. One of her hands released my waist to reach between her legs. “Make that pussy nice and wet and ready for me because I don’t have it in me to be slow or gentle.” Or anything else that she deserved.

I knew the moment her fingers reached her clit because she shuddered and sucked in so hard around my cock, I almost blacked out.

“Fuck,” I breathed out, flattening one hand to the wall behind her to steady myself as stars smashed into my vision. “Good girl,” I croaked, fucking her mouth a little faster as my cock started to weep. Realizing what she’d done—and what it had done to me, my little vixen did it again. Drawing her cheeks in, she sucked hard around me, and pressure hammered at the base of my spine.

With a hiss, I grabbed her chin and forced her mouth wide as I yanked my hips back before I came. My thick arousal popping free from her swollen lips and bobbing heavy in front of me. I fisted myself, pumping hard and slow down my slick length.

“Fuck, I want to paint that perfect mouth with my cum,” I said, and her lips dropped like she wanted it, too.

“Blaze,” she whimpered and I stared at her hand working furiously between her legs.

“Is that where you want me, Harper?” I gritted, slowing my hand because I was so ready to blow. “Is your little cunt ready for my cock?”

Her head tipped back, her hooded eyes finding mine. “Yes. Please, yes…” Her breath hitched and then hitched again—fuck.

“Stop.” Almost furiously, my hand lashed out and grabbed her by the throat. The thought of her coming without me inside her was suddenly unbearable.

Eyes round, she froze.

“Give me your hand,” I instructed without needing to specify which one.

She held up the one that had been between her thighs, her fingers glistening with her desire. I bent forward and covered them with my mouth, groaning low as I licked her honey clean from her skin.

“So fucking sweet,” I said low, watching her eyes follow every movement of my tongue. She shivered with every lick.

I reached into my pocket with my other hand, finding the condom I’d shoved there before I came down. Like I fucking knew this was going to happen.

Dragging it to my mouth, I let go of her hand and brought the wrapper to my teeth and tore it open.

I almost told her to stand, but the words died on my tongue when she went into almost a kind of trance as I started to sheath my length. It took a second to realize the condom had snagged on my piercing. Biting back a curse, I worked it free and stretched the barrier over my fat, leaking tip. The whole process was torturous, but I couldn’t rush it, not when she looked at me the way she did. It made me move slower, in spite of the pain, because I couldn’t get enough of the need on her face.

As soon as it was seated, I leaned forward and claimed her mouth. I kissed her hard and deep, tipping her so far back she had to reach for my shoulders so she wouldn’t fall. And that was when I bracketed her waist in my hands and lifted her clear off the floor.

“Blaze—”