Page 55 of The HalloQueen

He chuckled against my skin, vibrations reverberating through me and taking my breath away. “Tell me what you really want. You don’t want me to leave, so what is it you want?” He brought his hand inside my legs and began running his finger under the elastic, snapping it once making me gasp.

“No.”

“No what?” He nipped the tender flesh of my thigh with his teeth.

“No, I don’t want you to leave.”

“So what do you want,bébé?”

My core clenched around nothing, demanding his attention. “I want you to make me come. Please,” I whimpered, his hot breath came through the fabric and teased at my dampness.

“I’ve been waiting to see you all night since you posted that fucking video,” He kissed me again, slipping his finger under the fabric and to my opening, “do you have any idea how fucking beautiful you are? And so fucking wet.”

“Thomas, please. Just do it.”

“Just do it? That’s all you want? For me to just do it?”

I nodded, “Please. Please make me come. Just fucking do it. If you’re going to be here you’re going to make me feel good.”

He frowned slightly and thrust two fingers inside of me, immediately curling and pumping it brutally against my gspot. He went from 0 to 100 in a moment and my leg shook with the intensity.

“Shit.” I grabbed his head again, though this time when I tried to press him against me he complied and latched on to my naked clit, sucking and lavishing it relentlessly. “Shit, Tommy. Fuck,” I moaned, “You’re going to make me come already. It’s too much. It’s too much, slow down.” I was being slammed by meteors of pleasure, leaving craters in my mind and body that I needed to fill. I needed to be full. I needed him inside of me. I squealed, curling my stocking-covered toes and slipping slightly on the faux brick floor. He wasn’t giving me an orgasm, he was taking it, ripping it from me piece by fucking piece as if he was methodically removing my bones. I was running from the onslaught of feelings, trying to hold off and slow him down, to make the moment last, but as soon as I forfeited to the violent need to tip over the other side, he froze. I trembled in panic, “no, no, no, no, no.”

“Say you’re mine, Annabel.”

I tried to push my hips to his face, “This is coercion.” I gasped, in desperation to finish I moved my hand, deciding to save myself from the torment, but he grabbed it, halting me. I whimpered, knowing it would only take two seconds more and that it was painful to float in this in between. “You’re fucking awful. I hate you.”

He frowned, then blew a stream of air at me, making my body concave from sensation and my eyes close tightly. My need was so great that I thought maybe I’d cum just from the thought of it - like maybe I could will my orgasm into existence.

Thomas rose from the ground, “Look at me,” he demanded and I snapped my green eyes back open. He growled one more word, “Mine,” and slapped my pussy hard. The prickles of pain threw me head first down the mountain, and it wasn’t a joyful, tender orgasm, it was a brutal burning completion that I screamed and shook through. My scream turned to a whimper as I tried to find solid ground, only for Thomas to slap me again, pushing his fingers into me, and began slamming them into my soft tissue. I screamed again, throwing my head back forcefully enough that a box of cereal fell off the top of the fridge. I navigated my way through the explosion of feelings, unsure if it was a second climax or a neverending fall from the first, and I desperately tried to find my way back to my tender lover. The one who’d spent the last week slowly waking me up with heartbreakingly soft kisses, and slow, easy sex. I gently scratched my nails against the back of his head, pulling him to me, needing him to hold me - to give me aftercare after such an intense session.

He got close enough to my lips that I could hear how affected he was from watching me come apart like that. His breath was ragged with need and I could feel the length of his erection pushing into my leg. My mind filled with the desire for his more passionate side, I wanted to listen to him say the beautiful things he whispered while we joined together in my bed. I wanted to feel his skin on mine and him rock deep inside of me, moving us as one body. I moaned, pulling him in again, “Thomas, kiss me,” I whispered. But instead of his lips touching mine, he rested his forehead against me and sighed, removing his hand gently from my core and squeezing my waist with the other. He brought his fingers to his mouth and licked them clean of me, then sadly shook his head.

“Have a good night, Annabel.”

I opened my eyes, confused, and only got my legs to move just in time to watch him scratch Tim’s head and walk out my front door. He’d left.

22

THOMAS

Iwandered the streets of Quaker's Wharf, feeling too much and too deeply. How had I gone from desire to jealousy, to worry, to possession, to…alone so quickly? She’d asked me to leave then begged me to service her. She’d begged me.

“You’re fucking awful. I hate you.”

Her words reverberated through my mind.

“It’s only until November.”

I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. How could we go from making love that morning to her not being able to stand my presence? I couldn’t manage the ebbs and flows of her affection. I’d told her that I needed her words, I needed communication after what had happened and the words she’d chosen had been to tell me that I was awful.Fucking awful, actually. And she said it with so much venom it was as if my presence pained her.

I’d never felt the need for someone the way I felt it with Annabel. I needed her and I had her. She’d agreed that she was mine, only to turn and refuse me and push me away. Her energy danced with mine, creating veritable music between us. I could spend eternity with that woman. I would agree to never see Yusuf and Monique again if it meant I could keep her and I’d barely had a taste of her.

“Hey, Thomas!” I looked up to see Bels’ friend Shannon wrapped around the tall man.

“Good evening,” I tried to put a smile on my face, but I knew it didn’t reach my eyes.

“You okay?” Shannon stopped an arms-length from me, confusion and worry radiating from her.

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