Page 35 of Prospect’s Curvy Beekeeper

My tongue lashes out. I drag the flat, rough muscle up the center of her slick slit. The taste of her explodes across my palate. She tastes like salt, musk, and heat.

Her scream cuts through the freezing air. Her fingers dig violently into the muscles of my bare shoulders.

I devour her. I plunge my tongue deep inside her dripping opening. The tight, scorching walls of her pussy clench desperately around my tongue. She tastes incredible. I drag my mouth upward, lapping at the folds, licking up the pooling slick that drips down her skin.

I find her swollen clit. The sensitive bundle of nerves is engorged, poking out from beneath its hood, begging for friction.

I close my lips around it. I suck hard.

"Alas!" she shrieks.

Her hips buck violently off the bench. Her spine bows. Her right hip strikes the cold cast-iron tank, but she doesn’t care. She writhes against my mouth.

I don’t let her escape. My hands lock around her thighs in an iron hold. I hold her where I want her. I suck her clit into my mouth, dragging my teeth lightly over the sensitive hood. The suction sends tremors through her body. The slick pours out of her. It coats my chin. It drips down my jaw. I drink her down like a starving man finding water in the desert.

She thrashes on the wood. The cold mountain wind pours through the open window, whipping over her bare, sweating skin, while my mouth utterly ruins her.

I shove two fingers into her pussy.

The tight walls stretch around my knuckles. She’s so incredibly wet that my fingers glide inside her with a wet, obscene squelch. I curl my fingers upward, hitting the swollen, ridged flesh inside her. I pump my hand in a driving rhythm. In and out. Stretching her. Opening her. Preparing her for my cock.

My mouth stays locked on her clit. I flick my tongue over the swollen nub in rapid, punishing strokes while my fingers pump relentlessly inside her.

She sobs my name. Her head thrashes side to side on the wooden bench. Her nails bite deep into my shoulders, drawing blood. The sharp pain grounds me. It anchors the violence. It hones it into this singular act of worship.

She begins to shatter. I feel the frantic, vibrating tension building in her thighs. Her inner walls spasm frantically around my pumping fingers.

"Cum for me," I command against her soaking wet pussy. "Let go."

I bite down lightly on her clit while my fingers hit her deepest spot.

She explodes.

Her scream echoes into the wooden rafters of the honey shed. The sound is desperate, unrestrained. Her body goes rigid on the bench. The pulsing waves of her climax milk my fingers. The slick gushes from her core, soaking my hand, dripping onto the gouged wood beneath her ass.

I ride out her climax with my mouth. I swallow every drop of her release. I lick her clean as her body trembles and shivers in the cold.

When her spasms finally slow, I pull my fingers out of her. The wet, slapping sound echoes loudly in the small room.

I stand up.

My cock is a weapon. It’s painfully hard, jutting aggressively from the front of my jeans. The fabric bites into the root. The pressure in my balls is an agonizing ache. The leak of precum stains the front of my pants. I’m consumed by the need to bury myself inside her.

My hands drop to my belt. I wrench the buckle open. I shove my jeans and boxers down my muscular thighs.

My cock springs free. The cold mountain air hits the weeping head of my cock. The heavy length pulses against my abdomen.

I step between her spread thighs. The meat of my cock bumps against her soaking wet folds.

She looks up at me. The swinging bulb flashes over her face. Her eyes are glazed, dark with lust and surrender. Her chest heaves. The cold wind whips her hair. She is marked by my mouth, dripping with her own arousal, pressed to the wood in the cold air.

"Eyes on me," I order.

Her gaze locks onto mine. There’s no fear in her. The bees know I’m safe. She knows I’m safe. The violence inside me is a shield built for her.

I grip the base of my cock. I position the blunt head against her slick opening. The searing heat of her body radiates against my shaft.

I wrap my hands around her hips. My thumbs press deep into her hip bones.