Page 25 of Bad Beehavior

Bee must sense my frustration and pulls back, grabbing the bottom of my pants and ripping them off in one quick motion. He grabs the thin, lacey fabric of my panties and snaps them off.

It’s all happening so fast, and before I know it, he’s down on his knees, and his warm breath is against my cunt.

He drags his tongue gently against my seam, teasing me.

I cry out and jerk against him, needing more friction.

He dives in, licking me up and down with slow and steady strokes.

I’m so close to my edge already, and as he directs his attention to my clit, I can barely contain myself. I run my fingers through the black fuzz on the top of his head that’s longer than it is anywhere else. I ride his face, my back arching. I’m sure the passersby on the street outside can hear my cries as my orgasm barrels through me and Bee rings me out.

He doesn’t stop until my body relaxes, and even then, he licks me up and down as if he needs to get every last drop of my taste.

Chapter 17: Baryx

Ipull myself up, staring down at Jennessa’s beautiful form. The wash of contentment across her face disappears once her eyes meet mine.

My antennas pick up her deepening arousal, and my stinger pulses at the sight of her perky breasts, her nipples hardened.

I press my weight into her, my fingers grazing her soaked cunt. I lean over her, barely able to contain myself and let out a shuttering breath.

“Fuck me,” she begs.

She doesn’t need words. I can read every quiver of her body and know she wants me inside of her, but hearing the sounds drip off her plump lips—it’s almost too much.

She spreads her legs for me, my stinger already pressed at her entrance.

Her hips jerk as if she can’t wait another second.

I steady my breath before pushing my way in. The second my tip is inside of her, I cry out. It feels so good, and my body begs to drive in further, but Jennessa’s tight around me, and I don’t want to injure her.

I slowly push myself in deeper, trying to focus on not spilling before I’m fully inside of her.

Jennessa leans forward, wrapping her arms around my back and pulling me closer to her. “I can take you,” she whispers in my ear.

Her words flick the switch inside of me, and I buzz to life, pounding into her as she moans into my ear.

I’m getting closer, and I pull back before it’s too late.

She gasps, disappointment washes over her face. “Come back!” she almost yells.

“I don’t want to pollinate you if that is not what you want.”

She reaches for me. “It’s fine. I told you. I’m on the pill.”

Joy surges through me. At first, I was disappointed to hear she couldn’t bear children, but now that I get to experience filling her solely for pleasure, I think this pill might be the best thing ever invented, even if our worlds end because of it.

Jennessa braces herself, her outstretched arms holding her up as I dive back into the core of her warmth.

Her pussy grips around me as if it’s molded from my stinger. Jennessa continues to show me new pleasures each moment I’m around her, but I’m sure being inside of her while she grips me and cries out in pleasure must be the best experience yet.

A wave of electricity surges inside of me until it takes over, and I lose myself, spilling my seed into Jennessa.

She clenches around me even tighter than before, pulsating as if matching my spurts.

I lean over her, mating her mouth as my entire soul pours into her. I thought releasing inside of her would be the ultimate release of all the pent-up want I’ve been feeling for her since I laid my eyes on her, but it’s not enough. I don’t think I could ever be deep enough inside of her to feel complete.

As my body slackens and the last drop of my seed drops into Jennessa, I realize what joy I have found. I’ll never be satisfied. I must spend the rest of my days with Jennessa, or I’ll never feel complete.

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