Page 24 of The Hallows Queen

He licks his lips. “Then I won’t fucking waste it.”

Shuffling backwards on his knees, he then drops down to push his head between them. The first swipe of his tongue makes my arms give out, and I fall onto my back. “Fuck!”

He doesn’t waste time teasing me anymore, instead diving into my pussy like he can’t help it, using his tongue and fingers to fuck me wildly. Rolling his tongue over my clit, his fingers to fuck me hard and fast, curling upwards to stroke over my G-spot with every thrust of his hand. He spits, slurping it up as he pulls my clit into his mouth, sending me barreling toward my orgasm so fast that I can’t breathe.

I try not to scream, but my blood is rushing to my center, and I can’t help it. I need to release the noises consuming my lungs and throat. Electricity shoots through every muscle, every fiber of my body, as pleasure washes over me, stopping between my legs with him and intensifying. When his tongue flattens against my clit and I buck against his face, he fucks into me with three fingers, hard.

I scream loud, squeezing his head between my legs, but it doesn’t stop him. He keeps feasting on me faster, and more controlled, like he’s feeling the sparks of pleasure crest through me over and over. I feel like I’m going to suffocate, the air too thick to reach my lungs properly as my orgasm tears me apart from the inside out.

My entire body convulses against the floor, my legs shaking and gripping him so tight that I’m sure he can’t breathe either, but he doesn’t seem to mind – and I don’t either becauseJesus fucking Christ,this is the best orgasm I’ve ever had in my life.

His tongue slows when my climax does, like he knows exactly what my body is doing, like he’s reading me like his favorite book, and my legs fall lax and exhausted against the floor.

My chest heaves as I try to remember how to get oxygen back into my lungs, and he keeps licking at my pussy languidly, like he can’t help himself, sliding his fingers out and replacing them with his tongue to collect the release he pulled from me. I moan, rolling my hips against his face as he slides his tongue in and out of me slowly, his nose hitting my clit and making me jolt.

When he’s satisfied he’s collected all of my release, he leans back and sits up on his knees to look at me. His face is glistening with my cum, and it makes my core clench tight around nothing, desperate for more of him.

“You’re fucking gorgeous,” I rasp, my throat hoarse from screaming.

He grins at me, his white teeth sparkling. “Iknewyou were attracted to me.”

I laugh, remembering our exchange from yesterday. “Fuck you.”

He laughs too, reaching for where he left his wallet on the table. Pulling a condom from the leather billfold, he uses his teeth to rip open the plastic while he uses one hand to undo his pants. I watch him, wordless, my pussy dripping and aching between my legs, ready for him to be deep inside of me.

With his cock is in his hand, he rolls the latex down the hard length and then reaches out to smack his palm against my clit. I quake, moaning, and he smirks at me before he holds his hand out. My brows pull down, and he shakes his hand insistently, so I grab it.

Pulling me up into a sitting position, he sits back against the wall, stretching his legs out in front of him.

“Ride me,” he says, fisting his cock.

My limbs are weak from my orgasm, and my head is floating from the mix of drugs and alcohol and pleasure, so I laugh and shake my head a little. “I’m so exhausted, I don’t think I can.”

He grabs my hand, pulling me over his lap so my knees scrape against the floor painfully. His eyes burn through me as he strokes himself. “Ride me, Penelope.”

My eyes roll back as I feel the head of his cock glide through my center, and I bite my bottom lip as I position myself over him better. Putting my hands on the wall behind his head, I let him press himself to my entrance, then I drop down, letting my pussy swallow him whole, whimpering at how he stretches me so good.

“Fuck,” he groans, grabbing my hips with his tattooed hands and squeezing.

I look down at him, holding on to the wall for leverage, then I lift my hips and roll them as I go back down. I moan when his cock hits me deep, then I repeat the motion, wanting more of the feeling. Lift, grind, drop down, roll my hips, lift back up, grind, repeat. Again and again, I ride him and savor the feeling of him rubbing me from the inside.

“Faster,” he pants, squeezing my hips hard enough to bruise.

“I can’t,” I moan, my limbs still feeling weak and tired.

His hands slide from my hips, one of them up into my hair and the other around my throat. He tightens the grip of them both, yanking at my hair until my back is bent and squeezing my throat until I can’t breathe.

“Faster, Penelope.”

I almost come from the mix of pain and pleasure, and he knows it from how hard my pussy grips around him. He moans with me, a smirk touching his lips as I move faster, more recklessly. Bucking up into me, he meets me thrust for thrust.

“That’s it,” he moans, pulling my hair hard enough that it feels like it may rip from my scalp. “You like when I do that?”

I cry out through the hold he has on my throat, trying to nod in answer. When my vision spots and I gasp, he lets go of the hold he has on my throat.

Chasing my release, I ride his dick faster, harder, more erratic and messy. He slides his hand between my legs, rubbing his fingers over my clit, and I yell his name as I bang my hand against the wall.

“There you go,” he groans, licking my neck as he fucks up into me. “Let me feel you fall apart on my dick, beautiful.”

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