Page 71 of The Beekeeper

“There you are,” I muttered, feeling that uninhibited part of me start to take over. “You feel me against your womb?” I rocked my hips forward until she gasped. “That’s where I’m going to come. Right there where I could put a baby in you.”

Now, I held her hips and started to move. Sliding back out and then burying myself balls deep.

“I knew that’s what you wanted,” I praised, thrusting faster. “For me to fuck you and fill you up with my babies like the queen you are.”

“Blaze,” she whimpered and thrashed, wanting to move her hips to meet mine, but I wouldn’t let her. I held her there—held her steady so all I could feel was the way she took my length. Swallowed my thick, throbbing cock whole.

Her body gushed and clenched around me, squeezing me until it felt like she might just take my whole damn dick with her when she came and not just my load.

“That’s it, Harper,” I groaned, knowing I wasn’t going to last long like this. She was so fucking perfect beneath me. So wet and primed and receptive. I stared at her, imagining her breasts swollen, her stomach swollen, all with my baby. A sibling for Paisley.

“Fuck,” I swore, my hips pistoning harder. Too far. My fantasy had gone too far.

I drove into her in fast, deep thrusts, our hips slapping together. Her small breasts, their tips tight and pink, bounced in front of me. Her stomach rippled, all of her slight frame quaking as I fucked her. And each time, my pelvis brushed her clit, and I felt her next orgasm start to claw through her.

Her skin was slick. Her cries clogged her throat. Harper’s nails scraped at my wrists, my forearms, but I didn’t let her go. I couldn’t. The urge to fill her—to make sure every single drop of my release landed inside her was so strong, I couldn’t risk giving her hips any control.

“Come again, my little queen. Show my cock how bad you want all my cum,” I ground out, my teeth locked like they were the last vestige of my control.

And then she came again with the most transcendent cry, and the squeeze of her muscles was excruciating. Her body clamped around me so tight, if I wasn’t holding her hips, she would’ve pushed my cock straight out of her. Like hell I was going to let that happen. I watched the beauty of her orgasm—savored the feel of it around my cock for as long as I could before a ragged groan ripped from my chest.

Bruising my fingers into her hips, I fucked her harder. Faster. My stare locked on my length as it swelled thicker, stretching the condom—stretching her. I drove into her rippling muscles, my only thought that I needed to fill her. That she was my queen and I was her drone, and I needed to fucking fill her womb with my cum.

“That’s it,” I growled and drove into her savagely, weeks—months—longer of pent-up frustration bottling up like a shaken soda bottle. “Milk my cock. Show me how much you want that cum. How much you want me to fill you up and breed you.”

I let out a ragged groan as her inner walls flexed hard, dragging me deeper inside her. Every time I bumped up against her womb was like hitting my own personal G-spot. Like a target my dick wanted to anchor itself to. To live in. To fill her every time she was empty.

“Blaze…Blaze…” Harper panted, concern in her voice. My eyes snapped to hers. “I can’t…What’s happened? I’m going to…I’m going to…” Her head threw back.

“Fuck yes,” I gritted through my locked teeth, realizing I was making her peak again, and she had no idea that stacked orgasms were a thing. “Come again, Harper. Do it,” I practically snarled. “Now.”

This time, she didn’t scream. She orgasmed on a weak, ragged whimper like it was all her body had left to give, and the sight of her sent me over the edge.

I drove into her weeping pussy like a man undone. It was only in those moments right before ecstasy that I was far enough gone to pretend I wasn’t wearing a condom. That it was her hot pussy wrapped like a glove around me, and that when I buried myself to the hilt and the pressure at the base of my spine exploded into an orgasm, every pump of my release filled her body and not the damn barrier.

I roared into the room, feeling like the whole house shook as I came.

“Oh fuck. Fucking fuck…” I cursed, rocking inside her over and over as I continued to come, like enough of it would puncture the condom and leave a permanent mark. Like it would leave that baby my body so badly wanted to put inside her.

That moment changed something inside me. Altered my fucking DNA as my orgasm carried me through its waves. Carried me back to her shore.

Slowly, the sight of her, peached and glistening, focused in my gaze. God, I could stay here forever. Except I couldn’t.

Cold shivered over my skin. Bracing myself, I carefully slid my cock out of her, biting back a curse when I saw how full the condom was. Shit.

“Don’t move,” I clipped and strode into the bathroom, quickly ridding myself of the rubber and then grabbing a washcloth.

I cleaned myself and then returned with the cloth wetted with warm water.

“Blaze.” Harper tried to push herself up as I went to my knees between her legs.

“Aftercare is part of sex,” I said, even though in this arrangement, it shouldn’t be. Aftercare carried a weight of affection that was there and shouldn’t be. But I couldn’t stop myself.

Forcing her legs wide with my shoulders, I gently began to clean her. Even after how hard I just came, I felt my dick twitch as I stared at her pussy, all swollen and pink from how I’d fucked her.

“Are you okay?” I asked after a few seconds of silence.

“What…was that?”