Page 70 of The Beekeeper

Even with a condom on, you’d be surprised how many women still got the wrong idea.

I was an oxymoron. A man with a breeding kink wearing a condom. Or maybe just a moron. Either way, even my kink came with stipulations. I’d had too many people already try to take advantage of having sex with me that by the time I figured out what my preferred kink was, there was no way in hell I’d fuck a woman without protection. I’d only done that once and…five years later, I realized it was why I had Paisley.

“That’s it. You’re doing so good for me. So, so good,” I praised and stroked her G-spot, matching the rhythm of my tongue on her clit. I brought her to the edge and then retreated several times until she bowed off the bed, her body thrashing around me.

“Blaze…oh, god, Blaze…”

“Come again for me, my little queen,” I rasped. “Give me all that honey and then I promise, I’ll fill you with my cock.” She clutched my head as I pinned her clit between my teeth and sucked hard, holding the pressure as I finger fucked her G-spot.

“Blaze!” Her cry was swallowed whole by the sweetest fucking scream erupting from her mouth as she came all over my tongue.

I licked every drop of her release until she started breathing normal again. Or close enough. My cock couldn’t hold off much longer. If I didn’t get inside her soon, the only place I’d be coming inside was my jeans.

“I want you to jar this up for me,” I murmured, slowly sliding my fingers from her body, holding them up to see them glisten. “This is the honey I want to eat every morning.”

Heavy-lidded, blown-out pupils followed my mouth as I cleaned my fingers of her taste, letting my eyes rove over her flushed body. Her sunshine hair splayed around her. Her parted lips struggled to fill her chest with air. Fuck, even her nipples were the most perfect shade of pink, pulled tight into little buds just begging for me to come all over them.

“Fuck, Harper,” I grunted, palming myself briefly through my jeans before I undid my belt.

My jaw pulsed like a marching drum, watching her eyes lock unabashedly to my waist. Unsteadily, she leaned up on her elbows as I popped the button and undid my zipper. Air hissed from my lips as the fabric gaped wide and some of the pressure on my cock released, but that only made it worse. Like my damn dick could scent her desire that glistened all along her pussy.

Groaning, I reached over my head and yanked my shirt over my shoulders and then kicked off my shoes next. When I reached for the waist of my jeans again, I paused.

“Just sex,” I said. Who the hell knew if I was reminding myself or reminding her or both of us…all I knew was that I was about to say a lot of filthy fucking words to a woman who’d hung a poster of me in her childhood bedroom. “Repeat it,” I ordered roughly.

Harper’s throat bobbed. “Just sex.”

“Good girl,” I praised and then, hooking my thumbs under my jeans and boxer briefs, I shoved them down my legs and kicked them to the side. When I straightened, her lust-heavy eyes turned to saucers.

“Have you been with someone pierced before?” I asked hoarsely, stroking myself and rubbing the drops of precum around my tip and over my Prince Albert piercing until it glistened.

Another stupid thing I’d done in my youth. The only good thing about the experience was that I’d been so damn high, I didn’t remember the pain of getting it done.

She shivered and shook her head. “N-no.”

Something feral ripped through me like I wanted to be her first for something even though I wasn’t her first for sex. “Good.”

I grabbed a pillow from the top of the bed and, stepping between her thighs, ordered, “Hips up.” When she complied, I tucked the pillow underneath them.

My whole body quaked when I saw the wet spot her release had left on the bed. Fuck, she was so creamy and responsive, her pussy would feel like heaven if I could fuck her bare. The thought sent need like an electric current down my spine. Not possible. Not. Possible.

I stroked myself, knowing I could come so easily right now. Shoot my load all over her smooth stomach and perfect breasts.

“Blaze.” Harper squirmed, and I realized I’d just been staring.

Gritting my teeth, I swiped my fingers through her folds and then pushed two of them back inside her. God, she felt even tighter than before.

“You think you’re ready for my cock?” I asked, pressing my fingers over her G-spot until she clawed at the comforter. Pulling my hand away, I wiped her slickness onto my cock. “Spread your pussy for me,” I said and crouched, pulled out a condom from my pocket.

Her cheeks flamed red but she moved a hand between her legs, splaying herself open for me as I tore open the package and rolled on the condom.

“Perfect,” I crooned, stepping up to her hips and holding my shaft, I slid my tip along her seam. Even through the rubber I could feel her heat. “My perfect little queen just waiting to be serviced.”

Her breath caught when I edged inside her, her body going stiff as soon as my tip and my piercing pushed through her entrance. Fuck, I swore, my cock begging me to grab her hips and bury myself against her womb. She felt so fucking good. So. Fucking. Good. But she was too damn tight for that.

So, I moved at the pace of a slow death, risking my own release with every inch I worked inside her clenching, tiny pussy.

Harper let out a small whimpering sigh as I finally filled her, the crown of my cock—and its hardware—pressing as deep as I could go. My head tipped back on a deep groan. This was as close to heaven as I’d ever be.