Page 20 of Blueberry Cake
“Queenie,” he breathed roughly, but she only sucked his earlobe in response, dipping her hand into his borrowed shorts. She had him wrapped in her fist instantly. “Tighter.”
She obeyed, drawing a moan right out of him. He slipped his hands into her pants, pleasantly surprised when he was met with bare skin. One hand cupped her pussy while the other shoved her hoodie out of the way. Hegrowled.No bra either. Her nipples were hard, hips arching into his hand, thighs trembling from the light pressure on her clit. All he could think about was filling her up again, hoping that he’d get the chance to taste her. But after shocking most women the first time, they usually never let him do it again.
Head rolled back, he drowned in the sensation of her mouth on his neck and her hand pumping over his hard length. Her entrance wasn’t slick enough to finger fuck her, sohe focused all his attention on her clit, using his other hand to twist her nipple between his fingers.
Her kisses vibrated against his skin, and he ached with his whole being to be inside her again. Rolling her hips over his erection, Queenie pushed off his lap, hauling him to his feet behind her and dragging him to the bedroom. He shoved his shorts to the ground, tugging hers off with his free hand.
“Lie on the bed and spread your legs,” he husked. Queenie happily obeyed, crawling onto the bed on all fours. Boyd’s cock throbbed between his thighs. Her ass jiggled, her stretchmarks shimmering in the dim light trickling in from the living room. “Fuck,” he growled. “Lose the hoodie too.” The garment flew across the room. “You listen so well.”
“You make it easy,” she whispered, situating herself in the mass of pillows.
He knelt between her legs, running his fingertips over her thighs. “Stunning,” he hummed, one hand back on her pussy, rubbing her clit. She arched into his touch, her eyes fluttering shut and her hand gripping his wrist tightly. “Where are your toys, Queenie?”
She wordlessly indicated her nightstand, and without leaving her clit, he reached over and grabbed a silky bag and lube. Inside, he found a g-spot vibrator and a small rose toy that he knew worked wonders. He tossed the toys aside for now, slicking up his fingers and pushing them into her tight pussy. His cock leaked over the bed, begging for attention but it would just have to wait. His hands were busy. He traced her stretchmarks while his other hand slowly worked her open, his thumb keeping a steady pressure on her clit.
“Such a beautiful woman.”
“Boyd.” And with the way she moaned his name oh so softly, his insides melted. “Please,” but not even she seemed to know what she was beggingfor. Her hand held his in place as she rocked her hips over his fingers.
“You need to tell me what you want. I can’t do as you wish if I don’t know what you’re begging for.” His voice was rough, and he had trouble keeping it steady.
Her breathing turned shallow. He ran his fingers over her stomach to her tits, giving the plush mounds a firm squeeze. “You.”
He let out a soft chuckle and pushed a third finger into her, leaning down to suck her nipple. “I’m yours, my queen. I’m knuckle deep inside your pretty little cunt.”
He increased the pressure on her clit, pulling a deep moan from her chest. “I…oh!” He’d just crooked his fingers, finding that sweet spot without the help of any toy.
Resting his hand beside her head, he spoiled her throat with kisses. “Do you want my cock, Queenie?”
She eagerly nodded, body trembling under his.
“Will you let me fill you with my cum?”
“Yes,” she panted, chest heaving andfuck,her tits looked so delicious that his mouth watered.
“I’ll fuck you while your pretty little toys make you come around my cock. Then I’ll eat that sweet cunt of yours filled with my cum.”
“Yes, please,” she begged, her hips arching into his.
By the time he pulled his fingers free, Queenie was already reaching for the vibrator. Once it was buzzing against her clit, he slammed his cock into her. Her lungs emptied in a gasp that quickly turned into a moan. He braced himself to either side of her head, her legs wideningin invitation. He swooped in, sealing his mouth over hers and swallowing her moans. He groaned and grunted with each thrust, loving how she took every single one hungrily. Queenie wrapped her arm around his neck, holding him close into the kiss. He rammed into her, the buzzing on her clit increasing until her body shook. He fucked her through her orgasm, pussy strangling his shaft and hurtling him closer to the edge.
It only took a few more thrusts for him to find his release, his cum spilling deep inside her. “Fuuuck,” he groaned. He rested his forehead against hers, trying to catch his breath. “You are so fucking perfect.”
Peppering kisses along her jaw, he stole one last one from her lips before laying between her legs and kissing her sensitive clit. His heart was still racing and when he pushed his tongue through her folds, it damn near stopped. Her fingers were threaded through his hair as she sat up on her elbow. Her pupils blown, she watched with visible pleasure and her lip between her teeth. She loved watching him eat his own release right from her pussy.
And it drove himwild.
Queenie
Queenie panted, her mind speeding just as fast as her heart raced as she watched Boyd lick his cum from her pussy. With a grin that creased the corners of his eyes, he rose onto his knees and ran his fingers over her thigh.
“You’re the first woman to let me do that more than once.”
Queenie arched a brow. “I am?”
“Yeah. Others always think it’s fucked up.”
“It’s hot,” she admitted. “Really hot.”
