All Mye Queen's Men, A Tasty Treat

Somehow, Queen had managed to survive the night without breaking her promise to Jade, although it wasn't an easy feat. Her hormones were all over the place and she hadn't experienced the warmth of the male genitalia in over two months.
Now, to her dismay, two perfectly good hard ones dangled within inches of her grasp and Jade had her on koochie lock down. Rightfully so, her good sense screamed that she should walk away and not fuck with either one of them. Too bad God didn't bless the vagina with good sense and good decision making skills. It's strange how your pussy can meow louder than any screaming rational thought. It's even stranger that the brain will listen to bullshit before sound reason every single time.
Still, Queen finds herself in bed alone, yet again. After tossing and turning for almost an hour she finally manages to fall asleep. Shortly afterwards she is awaken by soft, wet kisses between her thighs. At first her mind convinced her that she was dreaming and oh what a good dream it was. But as the skillful mouth intensified its efforts to wake her up screaming with pleasure she instantly knew that this wasn't a dream.
The room was darker than dark, so it was near impossible to identify the clit master. But at this point Queen really didn't give a shit who was responsible for the monstrous screaming orgasm that she was about to have. Still, she had a damn good idea who was bold enough to come in her bed unannounced and uninvited.
Whoever he was he was an artist and Queen was a blank canvas that inspired him to create his greatest masterpiece. As her body quickly reached the boiling point Queen's breath quickened and stopped. Anticipating the scream that would follow Picasso, handed her a pillow. Queen grabbed the pillow just in time to muffle her blood curling scream of sweet release.
Little did she know that the unknown artist was not finished. He intensified his efforts and showed her clit absolutely no mercy and minutes later Queen erupted like an active volcano once again. Forget sound reasoning, forget playing it safe, forget depriving yourself, Queen's body had spoken, loud and clear. It wants what it wants and it wants him.
"Make love to me." She managed to say as her body continued to experience shockwaves of pleasure.
"I'd love to." His sultry voice replied.
As he entered her Queen's body melted over his like a Hershey bar on hot steel. Her unexpected visitor continued to do some of his greatest work. Although the paintbrush had changed the effect was still the same, a beautiful work of art. His body clashed hard against hers and she met him with every rhythmic beat. As he made the final stroke and signed his name on his masterpiece his body exploded into ripples of rapture. Queen braced herself as her body convulsed from her third climax. Screaming uninhibited she rode the wave in with him.