Page 33 of The Hallows Queen

Whatever resolve he’s holding on to snaps, and his lips come down on mine painfully. I cry out, giving him the opportunity to slide his tongue into my mouth while he uses one hand to reach between us and undo his pants. I feel like my skin is on fire. Desperation for him to be inside me takes over, and I mirror his movement, reaching into his pants and gripping his cock.

Hayden wiggles his hips enough to get them to fall under his ass, and I pump my fist along his length a few times while he guides his fingers under the lace of my panties and plunges two inside me.

I moan through a gasp, and he licks at the roof of my mouth before pulling back to look at me.

A silent thought runs between us, and like a perfectly timed symphony, we move together. He pulls his fingers from inside me, stretching my panties to the side so I have room to guide his dick to my entrance, and then we both roll our hips in time with each other so he’s sheathed inside me.

“Oh,fuck,” I cry, my head rolling back on the bed at the sensation of being filled.

He groans between his closed lips, reaching up and grabbing my hair to pull my face back to his. “Look at me.”

With fire and pleasure igniting my veins, my mouth drops open when he presses his forehead to mine and starts moving his hips. My pussy suctions tight around him as all my muscles clench, and he grips onto my hair tighter.

“Goddamn,” he groans, bucking his hips.

The connection between us burns, our gazes so magnetically connected that I probably couldn’t look away if I tried, and the room falls away around us. It’s just him, his breath against mine, and his cock sliding against my G-spot again and again.

“Hayden,” I moan against his mouth. “Faster.”

He speeds up his thrusts. “You gonna come for me, Penelope?”

I nod, moans crawling up my throat and escaping my lips as my orgasm builds in my core. He yanks on my hair, thrusting and rolling his hips in the perfect way to set me off, and I explode around him when he slams his mouth to mine again.

He fucks into me hard and fast through my release, holding my jerking body still by pressing his body down onto mine. Every inch of him rubs against me, from our chests to the skin of our stomachs, everything sticks together while he tortures me with his cock. He keeps kissing me madly, swallowing down the moans that accompany my climax and making my head spin.

My legs shake as I secure them around his waist, rolling my hips as much as I can to create friction against my clit to extend my orgasm.

He yells into my mouth as he pulls back an inch, and I watch him fall over the edge of his orgasm with me, his face twisting into pleasure as his hips pound into me like mad.

“Fuck!” he yells, twisting his fingers in my hair and pulling hard.

I roll my head back, the lace of my bra scraping against his chest as he continues to spill. Our skin slaps together over and over until we both finally fall breathlessly into the abyss of our post-nut bliss.

His body is heavy on top of mine, the only sounds filling the room are our collective breaths as we try to get our minds to catch up to our bodies. After a minute, he kisses along my throat. “That was quick.”

“I know,” I say, feeling dizzy from my orgasm.

“I didn’t use a condom,” he continues, lightly biting my skin. “I came inside you.”

“I know,” I repeat, every inch of my skin tingling with the aftermath of what we just did. “It’s okay.”

“Are you on the pill?” he asks, licking up my neck to my lips.

“Yes.” I grin. “But I’ll take a Plan B to be safe if you want.”

“Okay.” He kisses me for a moment before he pulls back. “I’m clean. I actually got tested yesterday. I can show you the results if you want.”

“I trust you,” I say, my mind floating above my body as warmth spreads through me.

“Why? You don’t even know me.”

His words pull me from my fog, and I focus on the darkness of his pupils before I respond. “I can see it in your eyes. You wouldn’t lie.”

He chuckles. “I might. That’s the point. You don’t know one way or another if that’s something I would lie about.”

I brush my lips against his playfully. “I’m intuitive. I can read people and see past all the bullshit they try to show on the surface.”

He narrows his eyes at me. “What can you read about me?”

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