Queenie #3
Boyd rose to his knees again, sucking his fingers into his mouth, slowly savouring the taste of her as he licked them clean. Then, with a grin, he leaned over her, his lips brushing hers. “What is it that you use? A dildo, a vibrator? Or maybe that rose that has been having women in a haze lately?”
“Vibrator,” Queenie panted.
“And how do you do it? In the shower? Or laying on the bed?”
“Bed.” She could barely breathe, hanging onto his every word.
“Then you’re in the right place.” He stood from the bed and walked over to the dresser. When he turned back to her, he had a small bullet vibrator and a bottle of lube in his hands. “I want you to lay down like you would when alone.”
She hesitated for a moment, distracting herself with the way he finished undressing.
Inhaling a breath of courage, she turned on her stomach and laid her head on one of his pillows.
The mattress dipped and she looked over her shoulder to see Boyd settling between her thighs, nudging her legs apart.
He leaned over her again, kissed her neck, and grabbed a second pillow.
“Lift that fine ass for me.”
She did, allowing him to stuff the pillow under her hips.
“Perfect.” Another soft kiss, and he placed the bullet into her hand. “I want you to play with yourself like you would at home. Can you do that?”
She swallowed hard, but nodded again.
“And if you allow, I’d like to fuck you as you do it.”
That had her perking up. “Yes, please.”
A third kiss grazed her neck as he gently slid his fingers back inside of her.
He stretched her, making her more comfortable.
She pushed her hand underneath her body, finger already on the power button.
She turned it on and let the buzz ease her nerves.
As his kisses spoiled her skin, she closed her eyes and relaxed into the pillow.
“You’re doing fantastic,” he hummed, nipping at her ear. “I want you to do as you please. Don’t think about anything else but your pleasure. Come when you like and as often as you wish. Don’t think you have to wait on me. This is about you, Queenie. ”
The lube clicked open and she heard Boyd slicking up his shaft before his wide head found her entrance. It wasn’t painful, though the stretch was uncomfortable.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “It’ll feel better in just a little bit.”
He hummed into her ear as he dove deeper, slowly so she could adjust. The bullet helped her drown out the stretch, so did his whispered sounds of pleasure. She loved that he was vocal, and not just with his words. It gave her security that he was enjoying this as much as she was.
Once he was balls deep, he rolled his hips, letting her acclimate to the burn. It felt good, and she let him know as much with a hushed moan.
“You feel so good,” he groaned, pulling back and slamming his hips into hers.
“Please, don’t stop.”
“I want to fuck you faster.”
“Yes, please,” she was whimpering, upping the vibrations.
Boyd kissed her cheek and settled on his knees, grabbing her hips to hold her in place.
He thrust into her perfectly, keeping a steady pace.
She’d always imagined this, had always longed to come with a man buried to the hilt inside of her.
She tapped the button on the vibrator again and let herself fall into her senses.
The room was silent, save for the slap of skin on skin and Boyd’s low, rumbling groans.
She loved how her body tingled as her climax approached.
He didn’t relent, keeping his pace and allowing her to enjoy every second of it.
She raced towards her orgasm, her toes curling as her thighs clenched.
She crashed over the edge, dizzy with pleasure.
She rode out her orgasm, bucking between Boyd’s cock and the vibrator while she lowered the settings.
“You feel so good coming around my cock.” He leaned over her, slowing his pace. “I would like to fuck you a little more.”
“I want you to come too.”
Boyd growled. “I would love to fill you with my cum.”
“Oh, god. Yes please.”
With one more kiss to her ear, Boyd gave her everything he had.
His thrusts were hard and fast, but never painful.
She let him use her, and the bullet quickly returned to its highest setting.
She held herself back, edging with the toy until Boyd’s cock swelled and pulsed his cum inside of her.
Burst after burst, she came right along with him.
She panted, turning off the toy and soaking in the kisses he spread up her spine.
“Fucking perfect,” he hummed, breathless. “Let me clean you.”
Before she could even protest, Boyd pulled out and lifted her hips to his mouth. When she opened her eyes and looked over her shoulder, his greedy eyes were between her thighs as he dipped his head down. She’d barely processed what he was about to do when his tongue plunged deep inside her pussy.
She gasped. “Boyd!”
“Tell me to stop and I will.”
But she couldn’t.
Because it was the hottest thing anyone had ever done.