Page 58 of Blueberry Cake
He watched, dizzy, as Queenie licked down his length and kissed each of his balls before sucking kisses along his shaft. “Oh, fuck,” he groaned.
“I hope there will never be a day where I can’t call you mine.”
Then her lips closed around him, and she gently sucked him into her mouth. His fingers threaded through her hair as he tried to hold still for her. He didn’t want to break the spell she was wrapping around him. Taking her time, Queenie stole inch by teasing inch. She braced herself withher arm on his thigh and shifted to take him even deeper into her throat.
“You look so beautiful,” he groaned, nearly losing it at the sight alone. “You’re doing so well, sucking my cock.”
Queenie started to hum, her lips stretching into a smile around him. With a deep inhale through her nose, her eyes fluttered shut. Then she swallowed, her throat constricting around him.
“Fuck, you’re going to make me come.”
Queenie only bobbed her head faster.
“Will you swallow?”
Her answer was another swallow, and that was it. Boyd careened over the edge, his cock swelling and pulsing his cum down Queenie’s throat. Her tongue pressed against him as she sucked and swallowed, milking every last drop.
“Look at me,” he demanded. Hazel eyes found his, making him lose himself in their pride and excitement. “Fuck, you’re so perfect.”
Popping off his cock, Queenie sat back on her heels and licked her dick-swollen lips. “That was fun.”
“Fun? Try fucking mind blowing. I don’t know if I can take more of that.”
“You don’t have to.” Despite her words, Queenie grabbed the vibrator and turned it on. “You can always tell me no.” And with a naughty grin, she let the toy buzz against his semi hard cock.
“Shit,” he gasped, grabbing her wrist and fighting to squirm away from the toy.
Queenie giggled, far too satisfied with her torture. Her lips found his thigh again, tenderly kissing the muscles twitching beneath. After a few tortuous moments, the overstimulation subsided and he began to enjoy thesensation. Focusing on his breathing, he released her wrist and braced himself on the bed behind him. The second she was free, his cock sprang to life beneath the vibrator. Queenie spoiled him with endless kisses and praised him through his nexttwoorgasms—swallowing every drop.
Just when Boyd thought he would succumb to the torment, Queenie rose to her feet and disappeared from his blurred view. After cleaning him with a warm, wet cloth, she helped him dress and then tucked him in. With soft touches and soothing words, Queenie praised him right to sleep.
Boyd
Boyd pulled the car to a stop, clammy hands slipping on the steering wheel. He knew Queenie was spending her evening with Maggie, so he’d seized the opportunity to talk to her parents. The planning for her birthday party was in full swing, but he couldn’t propose without her parents’ permission. It just wasn’t who he was.
With shaky legs, he climbed the porch stairs and knocked on the door.
It was Camila who appeared in front of him, rather confused by his presence. “Oh. Hi, Boyd.” But her eyes clearly expected to see someone else.
“It’s just me. I was hoping I could talk to the both of you.”
Camila’s confusion turned to worry, and Boyd’s nervous appearance likely didn’t help. “Of course.” She stepped aside and invited him in. “Christopher! We have company.”
Christopher turned the corner, surprised to see Boyd but just as worried to find him alone.
“Should I make some tea?” Camila offered. Boyd declined, and took a seat before his legs fully gave out. “Iseverything alright?”
Boyd forced a smile. “Yes, I’m just a little nervous.” The couple exchanged a look but when they didn’t say anything, he continued, “You know I’m planning a birthday party for Queenie. As part of it I would like your permission to propose to her.”
Camila nearly exploded with joy, but Christopher only cocked his brow. “A little soon, don’t you think?”
“Hush you!” Camila protested, smacking her husband’s arm. “It took three dates to get you on one knee.”
Boyd grinned, relieved that he had immediate support from at least one of them. “Queenie is the one. I have no doubt that I want to spend the rest of my life with her. I love her deeply and I want her to know that I would like nothing more than to be her husband.”
“Just look at him,” Camila swooned.
Christopher, however, was still playing hardball. “I need to know you will take care of her.”
