Boyd
“Because you throw the best parties.” Luka grunted at the elbow to his ribcage by his grandmother. “So violent.”
“Yes, of course. It’s going to be miles away from being a disaster,” Luka teased further.
He rolled his eyes and ignored his son. “We’ll have it here with her friends and family.”
“And yours too!” Queenie called from the porch.
“You see how he excluded us from the fun? That was way too eas— ah !” Luka yelped with another elbow thrust from his grandmother.
“We would be delighted to celebrate Queenie alongside everyone else.”
Throughout dinner, Queenie was subjected to the third degree on her favourite foods and colours.
Although Boyd already knew most answers, he made sure to file away anything new.
After his woman had insisted on clearing the table he watched her return to the beach to get her toes in the sand once more.
Boyd took the seat next to Luka, blurting out the secret he’d kept all night. “I’m going to propose to Queenie.”
His mother gasped and then squealed with excitement. “Yes!”
But his gaze lingered on his son, who seemed surprised at first, before his features softened. “You two work well together.”
“So, you’re okay with it?”
“Yeah.” But then Luka’s brows fused. “Does that mean I’ll be a big brother at some point?”
Boyd could only laugh, shaking his head. “Absolutely not. Queenie doesn’t want children of her own, nor am I ready to go back to diapers and bottles.”
“Shame,” his mother frowned. “But it goes to show you two have talked things over in a great deal.”
“We have and she’s the one. But I want to sit down with her parents first and ask for their approval.”
“Have you been able to smooth things out at all?”
“A little. It will take time, but we’re getting there.”
Queenie returned yawning, so Boyd happily took her hand and led her to the bedroom. When she held out her after-sun lotion, he was more than eager to help her out. Queenie sat in front of him, crossing her legs and allowing him to rub the gel into her shoulders.
“You looked beautiful today.”
“I can only return that compliment. You looked very handsome in your beach shorts. ”
Boyd’s cheeks warmed, and his insides melted once again. “Thank you.”
Queenie let herself fall against the bed between his legs and reached up to tug him down by his beard. “You look handsome every day and I hope I never forget to tell you that.”
“Oh, sweet, lovely Queenie,” he hummed, his stomach turning to goo. He kissed her, his hands falling from her shoulders and sliding down her sides. His voice dropped and his chest started to vibrate. “Lie on the bed and let me show you just how gorgeous I think you are.”
Queenie hustled to obey. Surprisingly, instead of lying on the bed, Queenie went to her bag and rummaged around. Before Boyd could open his mouth, she turned with her favourite vibrator in hand.
“Perfect,” he husked, holding his hand out. But Queenie shook her head and smirked. “What do you have in mind, my queen?”
“I want to spoil you tonight.”
“You do, huh?”
“Mmhmm.”
“Where would you like me to be for that?”
“You’re perfect right where you are.”
“Then why haven’t you come over here yet?”
Queenie shuffled on the spot. “So, you’ll let me?”
“Of course.” But she only took slow steps towards him. “You are making me very curious.”
“You remember the movie night we had?”
“How could I forget that beautiful, torturous night.”
“I want that again.” She reached for a pillow and dropped it to the floor between his feet. “So I need you to get undressed. ”
“Your wish is my command.” He stood and stripped in record time. With his legs spread wide and his erection jutting out from between his thighs, he sat back down. “Make me come until I pass out, my queen.”
She knelt on the pillow and dropped the vibrator to the ground. Soft, delicate fingers teased over one thigh, and her lips the other. “I love you.”
Oh fuck. This woman was going to make him lose his mind.
“You make my entire body tingle.” She pressed a teasing kiss to his thigh, her fingers tickling his skin.
“The sheer thought of you makes me smile.” When Queenie wrapped her fingers around his shaft, his cock practically jumped into her palm.
“You bring joy to my thoughts even when you’re far away. ”
“Queenie,” he husked, breathlessly as she squeezed and gave him one firm stroke.
“In just a short amount of time you’ve become such an important part of my life.” This time her lips pressed a kiss on his cockhead.
Fuuuuck!
“A part of my life I never want to lose.”
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 with her 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 the sensation.
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 next two orgasms—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.