Page 41 of The HalloQueen

“You said everything tastes like nasty books anyway.”

I pulled at her hips again, “I said food tastes like books. You taste like the fountain of youth.”

“That makes no sense,” she huffed in exasperation.

“Bels. Come here.”

“Listen, I’ve seen porn, I know what you want me to do and I’m telling you that my stomach is going to suffocate you. I’m not saying that to be self-deprecating, I’m saying it because literally, I carry all my weight here-” she grabbed the apron of flesh hanging over her mound, “it will, like, cover your whole head and you’ll die. I’m not being mean to myself, I’m being logical.”

“Vampire,” I quipped back.

“Thomas-”

“Annabel, I haven’t needed to breathe in 400 years, I’m stronger than you and I want to.” She hesitated still. “Are you saying no because you don’t want me to taste you again or are you saying no because you’re worried about me not being a thousand percent obsessed with every inch of you?”

She gripped her stomach, nerves cracking through the mask, “you could just-”

“Sit on my fucking face, Bels, before I put you there.” Her eyes widened, “Just try,mon coeur, if you don’t enjoy it, we can stop, but I can promise that you will.”

A glint of mischief shone in her eyes, “and if I don’t?”

“If I make you come while sitting that delicious pussy on my face, you put away your responsibilities for the day and stay with me. If you hate it and want to stop, we will kiss, eat some crepes and go to work. Deal?”

“You’re on, Frenchie.”

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ANNABEL

Thomas used his otherworldly strength to pull me up his body, placing his mouth directly under my most sensitive parts. I nervously held onto the headboard, hovering slightly and disliking the feeling of my stomach covering his head - I couldn’t see a thing!

“Tommy, isn’t part of what makes this hot supposed to be that I’m able to watch you? All I see is me and your scrawny little legs sticking out behind me - it’s not very hot.”

“Shush, Bels,” His hot breath cascaded over my body and contrasting chills skittered up my back, “Sit,” he growled.

“I am sitting,” I huffed, feeling his tongue stroke gently over my clit and I tilted my head, focusing on the sensation. His light touches were delicious, but I didn’t see how this was any better than me on my back.

“Sit,” he growled again, wrapping his arms around my legs and pulling my hips down onto him, thoroughly crushing the poor man - creature…Thomas.

“Holy hell,” I gasped. The force of his strokes was amplified by the weight of my body pushing against his face. His firm nose teased my clitoris and his tongue swept inside of me, reaching places I’d never imagined a tongue could. “Shit, Thomas.”

“Mmmhmmm,” he hummed against me, sending vibrations through me and I arched.

I slapped the headboard and began to fall over. My abs were already killing me from trying to hold myself up on him while feeling my insides melt so I leaned myself into the metal, wrapping my hands around the bars. The new angle was even more intense, it was like I was permanently ground into his face, which I normally wouldn’t do with my partners until I was so close to orgasm that I’d lose control. Being able start with that intensity that was usually the end made my brain explode. I subconsciously began to rock myself, fucking his face, and moaning into my forearms. He tightened his grip on my hips more, allowing me to chase my high with rocking, but not allowing me to remove the pressure of his mouth on me.

He sucked and licked, and inch by inch he helped me grow wings.

“Thomas, what - shit.” I groaned, grinding my pelvis into his face, delighting in the vacuum he’d created around my clitoris which was making me go from a three to a ten in seconds. In the fastest recorded time of my life, my thighs clamped around his head and I lost control, bucking and moaning against him, not once experiencing the frustration of almost being there and him losing his breath and having to stop. I got to soar from beginning to end in one swift movement and my body quaked with the force of it.

He continued to slide his tongue around my entire core, licking up every last drop of my cum, and groaned himself, making me tremble from overstimulation.

I slapped his hands away from my hips and pushed them into the air, sliding down his body to collapse on top of him. Thomas gently ran his fingers up and down my spine while I struggled to catch my breath. He grinned, “Am I allowed to say that I told you so?”

I shook my head, eyes still fused shut, “gloating isn’t a good look.”

He chuckled and kissed my temple, “You’re not looking at me at all.”

Cracking open one eye, I glared at him, “There. Now,” I checked to make sure he was looking at me, “Thomas, gloating isn’t a good look.”

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