Page 96 of The Beekeeper

“You feel incredible,” I managed hoarsely, watching my thick girth disappear inside of her, and the feeling was like nothing I’d ever experienced. It felt forbidden and vulnerable and essential all at the same time. “Fuck, you feel so incredible without anything. So hot and wet and…stuffed.”

“Yes,” she mewled, now arching into me. “More, Blaze.”

“Anything for you, my little queen,” I drawled, though I felt like I was coming out of my skin to try and stay in control. But that—her little moan sent me over the edge.

Gritting my teeth, I shunted my hips hard and fast, stretching her tight cunt to take all of me, all the way to my root. Air rushed from her lips as I pulled back and thrust forward again.

And then, the need to fill her with my cum, to see it dripping from her little pussy again, hit me so hard, I lost my mind. I drove into her warm heat, fucking her raw as her little whimpers of pleasure sprouted up around us like a new kind of wildflower.

“That’s it. Take my cock, Harper,” I said. “Take it all the way inside that tiny pussy of yours.”

“Yes.” Her walls spasmed and tightened around me. In my periphery, I caught her head thrashing side to side in the grass, and then she slid her hand to her low stomach, her fingers pressing down like she could feel me there.

“Fuck, you feel so good around me.” Heaven. Better than heaven. “I can’t wait to feel you soaked with my cum. You’re going to take all of it, aren’t you? Bottle it all up in that honeypot of yours.”

Warning sirens blared in my head—the ones self-preservation would never turn off—and the ones I could finally ignore. I drove faster, grinding her G-spot until her pussy clenched tighter and harder and she fractured around me with a quaking cry.

“Blaze!” Harper shouted my name and for an instant, I wished we weren’t in the middle of nowhere; I wished the whole fucking world could hear this moment when I made her mine.

My fingers pinned her hips steady, my cock swelling as the pressure at the base of my spine intensified.

“Fuck, yes. You’re going to take all my cum like a good little queen.” Slam. “Let me fill you up.” Slam. “Let me fuck you like no one else ever will.”

That last was over the line, but so was I. Pleasure tightened like a noose around my neck. My spine tingled. My balls drew tight. I drove into her muscles that tugged me deeper each time. Begging me to put a baby inside her.

Fuck. A groan tore from my throat as I came, my release erupting in long, thick jets inside of her. My head tipped back, everything going dark as I continued to pump inside her, feeling my cum as it mixed with hers.

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

I was ruined, and ruined forever from this. And I couldn’t even bring myself to care.

“Harper,” I breathed out, my lungs still working in unsteady pants. Neither of us had moved for long minutes, waiting for our systems to return to normal.

But what was normal? Not this, I reminded myself, staring down where we were joined. Fucking a woman without protection and coming inside her wasn’t normal at all.

But fuck me, I wanted it to be.

My teeth locked. That was the kink talking. The ravenous beast I’d tried to satiate with diet-version of relief all these years: wearing protection, tempering the words that came out of my mouth, contractually signifying that none of it was real. A beast I’d realized I’d starved now that I’d fed it a bare release with her.

“You okay?” I rasped when she still said nothing.

A groggy smile brightened her face, and she murmured, “Ask me in seven to ten business days.”

I chuckled and she shivered, but not a shiver of pleasure, a shiver of cold. I looked around to realize the sun was now too low on the horizon to see, and it wouldn’t be long before darkness covered everything.

“Let’s get you inside,” I said low and pinned my stare to her pile of discarded clothes as I slipped my cock out of her. I didn’t trust myself to look—not if I wanted to get her out of the cold anytime soon.

I didn’t make it very long. Hardly inside the house when red rimmed my vision as I caught a glimmer of moisture running down the inside of her thigh.

“Harper, stop,” my voice choked out.

She froze just inside the door to her bedroom and looked over her shoulder. “Blaze?”

I stepped closer and dropped down on one knee. Her inhale caught as I grabbed her leg and then flattened my fingers to the inside of her knee, sliding them up and capturing the cum running down her leg.

“You lost some of my cum, my little queen.” I drew my fingers away, the digits coated in the mix of our releases. I looked up, finding her lusty stare, and said raggedly, “Go bend over on your bed. Let me top you up.”

Red bloomed bright in her cheeks, but she did exactly as I asked. I stood still, watching like a man obsessed as she bent over the mattress and presented me with her ass and her dripping pink pussy.