Page 59 of The Hallows Boys

My stomach flips, and I press my eyes closed as molten heat runs over me from his touch. Even something as simple as him touching the fabric of my t-shirt has me wanting to drop to my knees for him. Taking a breath, I open my eyes again and look at him, reminding myself why I’m here in the first place.

“Tell me what you know about my dad.”

His lips twitch. “What are you going to give me?”

I blink. “What do you mean?”

He licks his lips, his tongue almost touching my mouth. “You want information from me, so you’ll have to give me something in exchange, Little Rabbit.”

Him using my nickname from Halloween has my eyes rolling to the back of my head and my core tightening.

“What are you willing to do to find out what you want to know?” he whispers against my mouth, moving so close to me that I can taste him.

I shake my head a little. “Anything.”

He smirks, pulling my t-shirt with his finger as he takes a step backwards. “C’mon.”

He leads me back the way I came, to the very last aisle of the library. Once we’re right at the back corner of the room, he grabs me by the ribs and spins me around to slam me against the shelves. He slides his hands underneath my shirt, making my skin tingle and fizzle with heat. When he presses his lips to mine, I open my mouth and moan against his lips, loving the familiar feeling of his skin on mine.

His hands are wild, running all over my body and squeezing every inch while he kisses down my throat. When his hands slip from underneath my shirt and move to the button on my shorts, I glance around to make sure no one is around before he pops it and then pulls the zipper down.

“Turn around,” he groans, pushing my shorts to my knees. I breathe heavily through my parted lips, spinning around and putting my chest against the bookshelf.

I can feel myself dripping into my panties, and I move from foot to foot impatiently.

He slaps my ass. “Bend over for me, Savage.”

My teeth bite down onto my lip as I bend, putting my hands on one of the lower shelves to hold myself up. His hands caress my ass, stroking until he digs his fingers into my flesh over the fishnets. “You look so fucking sexy in these, so I’m a little sorry I’m going to do this.”

He chuckles a little, then grabs the stockings and rips them until there’s a huge hole from my waist to my thighs.

I whimper when he grabs my panties and moves them aside so he can press two fingers to my opening, feeling that I’m already soaked for him. He groans, pulling his hand from me to undo his pants. I look over my shoulder the best I can while I’m bent in half, watching as he shimmies his pants down just enough to free his dick. He positions himself against my entrance, then pushes inside of me until he bottoms out.

I grab the shelf so hard that my fingers feel like they might snap. “Oh, God.”

I try to spread my legs, but my shorts hold me confined to a foot-wide gap between my thighs, and I moan again as he pulls back, then plunges back in. “Beckham, take my shorts off. I can’t move my legs.”

He pushes at my bare ass with his palms, spreading me as he rolls his hips. “You don’t need to move, Savage. Just suck me deep into that cunt of yours.”

The growl to his voice makes me clench around him, my teeth biting into my lip with enough force that as he thrusts behind me, I taste blood. I moan loud, making him slide his hand around my face to cover my mouth.

“Shhh, Sage. You gotta be quiet, okay?”

I nod against his hand, and he slips it back off of my face to grab onto my hips. Feeling pressure building in my core, I do my best to grind back into him to create the friction I need to find my climax.

He moans quietly, gripping my hips tight. “God, I know it’s only been a of couple days, but I missed your tight little pussy so much.”

He hits deep inside of me over and over again, making me whimper between my closed lips. The explosion of my orgasm is sitting right at the edge, waiting to crest and fall over, so I slide my hand between my legs to rub my clit.

“Fuck.” He throws his head back, jackhammering his hips harder as he chases his release with me, then I fall over the edge with a tight, closed-lipped cry. It’s almost painful how tight my pussy clenches around his dick, and he pounds through my orgasm until he’s coming inside of me. His cock swells, making me squeeze my eyes shut and hold my breath as pleasure fills me.

I pant through the last few languid thrusts of his hips as he finishes spilling, listening to the little groans in his throat as he comes down.

He pulls out once he’s finished, slapping my dripping pussy with a flat hand and making me squeal. He steps away, so I stand up and turn around to face him as I pull my shorts back up.

“Now, that information?” I ask, quirking a brow.

He tucks himself back into his pants, then fastens the button again and pulls the zipper up. His lips twitch as he drags his gaze over my body, then he steps toward me, getting close enough that if I were to flick my tongue out, I would taste his lips.

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