Page 34 of The Hallows Queen

I pat his back with my hand, then start to roll myself to the side to tell him to lie next to me so I can breathe. He props himself up on his arm once he’s on his side and looks at me.

“You’re tough, but you’regood,” I start, my eyes searching his. “You have this dark, bad boy thing on the outside, trying to show the world you don’t give a fuck, but underneath, it you’re just like me –broken.”

He swallows, flicking his gaze to my mouth, then back up to my eyes. “Why are you broken, Penelope?”

I run the tip of my finger down the artwork on his forearm, around his wrist, and then I trace the letters on his knuckles. “Aren’t we all a little broken?”

He thinks over my question for a silent moment, then leans forward to kiss me. His hands curl around my waist and he pulls my body into his, wrapping my leg over his hip. Pulling back, he breathes against my lips. “You wanna do ecstasy and go swimming?”

I laugh, the question catching me off guard. “I need to be able to drive home.”

“You’ll be fine in a couple of hours, it’s still early. We can trip out in the pool and fuck a few more times.” He grins, his brows wiggling.

“I don’t have a bathing suit,” I say, toying with his fingers.

“You don’t need one.”

Chapter9

Hayden

Standing up,I shuffle my pants and boxers off and step out of them, then I pull my shirt over my head and toss it down onto the bed. I look at Penelope, who’s curled on my bed with her panties bunched up between her legs watching me. Wrapping my hand around my cock, I smirk.

My chest is tight with anxiety, but my limbs feel light from my orgasm. I step to the nightstand and pull the drawer open, fingering through the different baggies scattered around loosely. When I find the one with molly in it, I open it and pour a couple out into my palm. Placing my knee on the mattress, I hold one out for Penelope.

“Open.”

She sits up to meet my hand, drops her mouth open, and I place the pill on her tongue.

My brows raise playfully. “Swallow.”

Her lips twitch with a smile as she swallows the pill, then she watches as I toss the second pill into my own mouth and swallow it down. I lie back next to her to wait for the molly to kick in, and she stares up into my eyes. A comfortable silence falls over us, and the sounds of our breathing fill the room as we share space.

After thirty minutes, I stand up and hold my hand out for her. “C’mon, beautiful. Let’s go swim.”

Instead of grabbing my hand, she crawls across the bed and places her hand around the base of my thickening cock before licking a line up my shaft. My head drops back. “Fuck.”

When she swirls her tongue around the head, my chest rumbles with a groan and my cock hardens. I look down at her, finding her bright green eyes turned up to watch me. When our gazes lock, she opens her mouth and sucks down my cock until her lips meet where her fingers are wrapped around me.

She bobs her head, suctioning, while her tongue swirls against the underside of my cock, and my fingers thread into her hair. My spine burns with pleasure, my legs feeling weak and sated as I let myself be consumed by the feeling of her mouth. I want to pull her hair so hard that it rips from her scalp, but I don’t. I take a breath through my mouth while she goes to work, humming around my cock and making my shaft vibrate.

I feel exposed, standing here butt-naked letting her have her way with me. I’m almost uncomfortable, or at least I would be if her mouth didn’t feel like fucking wet silk taking care of me in the best way.

My chest tightens as I moan, and my skin tingles as the molly starts to flood my bloodstream.

“Penelope,” I groan, gently pulling her hair.

She meets my eyes once more, letting my cock slide from her lips and her hand trail down my shaft until she can rest it on the bed again.

“You looked so fucking beautiful standing there.” She rotates her body so she’s sitting on her ass before she stands up and drags her fingers up my stomach. “I just needed to taste both of us on you.”

Her hand wraps around my neck, her nails lightly scratching my skin as she goes onto her tiptoes and kisses me.

I’m on fire, my chest heaving with unshed need and lust, so I grab her panties with both hands and rip them from her body. She squeals in the back of her throat with surprise, pulls back and looks down at the scraps of material falling to our feet.

“Those were my favorite,” she murmurs, a chuckle in her tone.

“Then you should probably take your bra off before I rip that too,” I say, reaching for her.

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