Page 35 of The HalloQueen

“And are you going to make me do everything or are you going to be an active participant?” I teased and mischief flashed over his features.

“You know, you were much more easygoing when you were anxious.” He removed his leather belt with deft fingers, pulling it out of the loops before he unbuttoned and pushed his jeans down, stepping out of them and exposing muscular thighs and tightly stretched black boxer briefs. Dark hair dusted his legs and when I drew my eyes up his body, he pulled off his threadbare shirt with one hand, exposing god-like muscles on a lean torso.

“How are you so ripped but you don’t look like a gym rat?” I asked, cocking my head to the side.

“I don’t need to hunt with strength, only speed.”

“So you’re not a bear…you’re a… praying mantis or something?”

He grinned again, “I’m going to pretend you didn’t just compare me to an insect.” Prowling onto the bed, he grabbed my crossed ankle, and pulled, making me fall back into the mattress. He swiftly flipped me with my one leg, making me yelp and my ass jiggle as I landed on my stomach.

“It really is good enough to eat.” He slapped both hands down on my cheeks, sending a rush of electricity straight to my pussy. His amazed tone held reverence and I found myself slightly disappointed that I didn’t see the look on his face. He settled between my legs, running his trimmed nails up my legs, making my heart pound, and he paused to grip my thick thighs with another growl, clearly enjoying the extra padding where other girls had a thigh gap.

“You’re lucky I don’t eat fresh blood,mon coeurbecause you are positively appetizing.”

“Thank you,” I responded quietly, following his orders to accept his compliments.

“There’s the good girl.” He placed a gentle kiss on the back of my knee and began trailing his lips to the apex of my thighs, his nose leaving a trail of gooseflesh. I’d never had someone start out with me on my stomach and the unfamiliar territory made my pulse thrum. Thomas reached the round of my bottom and gave it a playful bite.

“Thomas! No teeth!”

He chuckled, and his laugh resonated through me, “It will take more than me giving you a love bite on your beautiful ass to change you,mon coeur. Relax.” He nudged my legs with his shoulders, “on your knees, Bels.”

I hesitated, “Uh…I haven’t done a lot of…I don’t know if we should start with…”

Thomas shushed me, sucking on the globe of my ass and I felt that pull again, calming me enough that going up on my knees seemed like a silly thing to be worried about. I worked with him to remove my panties and put my naked behind in the air. I felt so exposed, possibly too exposed, presenting myself like one of the omegas in my books, desperate for the pounding of a lifetime. I whined and wiggled my hips for him, making him he growl and immediately lean in to press his tongue against my slit.I gushed instantly at the sensation. Omega indeed.

Between brushes of his tongue, he soothed me, “Breathe,mon amour. Let me take care of you. I will not take your rose yet, but I will make you come.”

His tongue felt so normal while somehow being far too skilled to belong to any ordinary man. It was wet and warm and the jolts of pleasure made my fingers dig at my bedding. He worked on licking my clit from behind, digging his face between my ass cheeks, circling it confidently and I shook with pleasure, whimpering each time I felt his nose brush past either of my entrances. His eagerness intensified, groaning at the taste of my wetness, which seemed to be pouring out of me, while he picked up speed, devouring me with each lap of his tongue.

“So fucking wet, Bels. You’re so wet for me.” He wrapped his arms under my thighs, pulling me tighter to him, digging his fingers into my ass, practically sealing us together with his face was burrowed between my cheeks. I attempted to roll my hips, to grind his jaw into me and ride the wave, but his strength kept me stationary, and my desire was twinged with helplessness. I was stuck with my ass in the air at his mercy until he deemed me satisfied enough for him, and it was exquisite.

The dirtiness and foreign sensation of discovering unknown nerves and pleasure points in my ass made me groan and cling to my bedding. I was lost in trying to comprehend the sensations where I’d never felt them before, wanting to figure out how to piece them together to reach orgasm as fast as I could instead of this slow boil he was relishing. It was taboo way he took long, glutinous swipes with his tongue, sliding from my clit up to my ass that made my empty core clench in desperation, needing to add more, more, more.

Blood rushed to my head and my forearms collapsed and I turned my head to see him over my shoulder. He was watching me over the curve of my ass and he arched his brow in question, checking in with me, and I fucking begged for it.

“Thomas,” I breathed his name, my mind adrift from being held so firmly while he did something so forbidden, “God, please, Tommy.”

He paused his delicious torture to give another soft bite on my cheek, “there’s no god here, my sweet, only us.” He kneaded my flesh and withdrew one hand, landing it back against me with a smack.I groaned, shoving my ass at him, flattening my chest into the mattress, making him chuckle and smack me again.

“Fuck. I need to come,” I gasped.

“You will, Bels.” He plunged one of his fingers into me, thick and strong. “So tight. So fucking wet. You’re positively dripping for me aren’t you,mon coeur?”

“Yes, Tommy. Please, I need your cock inside of me.”

“Come, first.” He curved his finger inside of me, making me moan and curl my toes at the tightening coil of pleasure inside me while he pressed against the spongey tissue of my gspot. He jiggled his hand back and forth instead of in and out, never giving me a moment to lose the sensation and curled me tighter and tighter until I snapped. I screamed, gushing out spend for him as my pleasure raked through my body, leaving me boneless.

“Bonne. Do you want me like this, Bels?” His free hand flexed against my hip and I nodded, desperate to know what he felt like taking me from behind; wanting the pleasure of him hitting the back wall of my pussy.

He paused. “Do you need any help old man?” I asked on a delirious giggle, my channel fluttering tiredly around his fingers. He growled and smacked my ass again, the spark of pain leaving a delicious bite and tingle on my skin which I was sure had perfectly pink Thomas shaped handprints on it.

“What do you like, sweet girl? What do you need? I do not want to hurt you by going too hard on you.”

I laughed at the idea of it ever being “too hard”. In my experience, I’d never found anyone able to give it to me hard enough, there were never hard enough thrusts from a woman, and no cock was hard enough long enough to send me through the ceiling. “There's no such thing.”

Thomas withdrew his finger. “Bonne.”

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