Page 16 of Bad Beehavior

He doesn’t bring his lips away from mine, but his knees go weak, and he leans against me a bit. A low moan escapes from the back of his throat into my mouth.

The intensity of him is much greater here than anywhere else on his body, and I nearly climax at the thought of him inside of me. Fuck it, maybe I will be his mate for life. Vibrating dicks would get me to do just about anything. I’d pop out a whole bushel of bee kids for him if he impregnated me with that.

He pulls his mouth away from mine, his eyelids heavy. “You can’t touch me like that. I’m going to spill my seed too early.”

I can’t resist the urge to stroke down his length before taking my hand away. He shutters and backs away from me, clenching his fists.

I don’t want him to finish before we even started, but God, it’s hot how close to the edge I can get him with just a simple touch.

I give him a second to control himself, cooling myself down. I didn’t realize how close to the edge I am as well.

After a few breaths, he shoots his attention back to me, charging toward me until we collide in an embrace. He walks me back toward my couch, and I pull my tank top over my head. When the back of my legs touches the leather couch, I push him back a bit before working on unclasping my bra.

Bee steps back even more, his eyes glued to my chest as my bra falls to the floor and my breasts pop free. He licks his lips. “Can I taste them?”

My pussy clenches at his words. “You can taste whatever part of me you want.”

He gets to his knees, his mouth at my nipples, his tongue lightly swipes one of my tips, a slight vibration mixed in, and I shiver.

“Oh, God,” I moan.

He continues to tease me with gentle licks until I almost can’t take it anymore and I press his mouth against me, wanting more friction.

One of his soft, vibrating hands grabs my other breasts while his tongue plays with the other. He alternates breasts until his hand trails down my stomach, finding the button of my pants. His mouth leaves me, and I gasp in agony. “I don’t understand why your skin tastes so good. There’s no purpose, but I must taste more of you. I can smell your sweetness dripping from you. I need to taste.”

I can’t find words. All I can do is try to find my breath and focus on not orgasming too early.

He pushes me back against the couch and rips off my jeans as if he can’t wait another second. He pulls down my panties, and I feel his hot breath inch close as he shutters. He runs his tongue along my seem. The vibration and the gentleness of it have me twitching under his grip on my thighs.

“Sit still. I want to enjoy this,” he orders.

I grab his shoulders, needing to feel him as his licks increase in pressure, seeping deeper into me.

He moans and comes up for a second, turning his head to the side and clenching his eyes as if he’s trying to contain himself. “You’re dripping. You taste so good.”

The absence of his mouth feels like torture, and I buck toward him, needing his mouth on me again.

He only takes a second before he dives back in, lapping me with hungry strokes. His tongue finds my clit, and I scream out, pushing myself against him.

“This is the place you like the most. I watched you bring yourself to pleasure with that device. I’ve been dreaming of touching you here and driving you wild.”

Now that he’s found my clit, he doesn’t let up. He focuses on the perfect amount of pressure, as if he’s been eating pussies for his whole life. God, I’ve never felt anything so good.

“I’m going to come!” I yell between my moans, right before my body becomes tense, and a wave of pure ecstasy rushes over me.

He doesn’t let up, and after my first orgasm passes, a second one follows. My body slacks, but Bee still slurps me up. “Bee, stop. I can’t take anymore,” I get out between heavy breaths.

He looks up at me with sad eyes. “But I want to taste you more.”

I chuckle. “I’d love for that too, but you just made me come twice. It’s my turn to have some fun with you now.”

He gives me a scrunched-face look as I stand and pull him up. I push him back to the couch and crawl between his knees. His cock stands proudly. It looks just like a regular man's penis, except it’s solid black, and the tip seems more pointy, but not enough to puncture me.

“What are you doing?” he asks as he looks down at me with hungry eyes. His chest heaves up and down, and I can tell he’s terrified and thrilled at the same time.

“I want to taste you now.” I lean down and trail my tongue up his cock. Just as I suspected, it seems to be pre-lubricated. He feels like velvet covered in iron. He’s warm and buzzes under my single lick. I want more of it—all of him in my mouth.

His hips buck, and he yells out. “That feels too good. I don’t know if I can take it.”

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