Page 67 of The Hallows Queen

Moaning, I press my nails into his skin harder – not enough to puncture, but enough to tell him how fuckingcrazyhe’s making me with his skilled mouth.

His lips nip at mine before he kisses down my face to my jaw, to my throat and around my neck, where he sucks my skin between his teeth.

Pressing his thigh harder between my legs, he bites me, and I moan so loud that it echoes around us.

“Hayden,” I cry out, begging him. “Touch me.”

He bites me again in the same spot, making me hiss between my teeth. Grabbing his hair between my fingers, I yank his head back so I can look at him. His face is red, and his mouth is wet, his eyes filled with desire and fire.

“Touch me,” I breathe, rolling my hips against his thigh.

He smiles devilishly, leaning forward and capturing my mouth with his for the briefest of moments before his hands fall to my sides. I moan from the contact, admiring how he watches me grind my hips again.

When he pulls his leg back, I gasp at the loss, and his hands slide underneath my sweatshirt to my burning skin.

“Arms up,” he says, raising my sweatshirt.

I comply, lifting my arms and letting him remove it until I’m left topless in front of him. Throwing it to the ground, he bends downward to pull my nipple into his mouth. He sucks on the bud, swirling his tongue around playfully while his fingers play with the other.

He pulls back an inch and speaks against my skin, his eyes finding mine.

“I’m going to make you come so many times tonight that you don’t remember your name afterwards.”

My skin burns, my head floating above my body like I’m not really here, and my clit pulses so painfully between my legs I want to scream. All I can do is nod as I breathe through my mouth and stare at him, unable to find any words that might portray the things he’s making me feel.

He grins at me before licking a line down my stomach, then he drops to his knees in front of me, sliding his hands underneath the material of my sweatpants and pulling them down.

Letting me step out of them one by one, he pushes them to the side, then admires the lacy thong I’m wearing underneath them.

His hand runs down the front of me, making me moan. “Look how wet you are already, soaking through your panties.”

Before I can respond, he leans forward and sucks the lace between his teeth and moans in his throat.

He pulls it back from my flesh with his teeth, then lets go so it slaps back into place. I gasp, using one hand to yank them down my legs. He chuckles at my impatience, but it barely registers. I just kick my panties to the side and grab his hair to press his face between my legs.

“Jesus,” he groans, sliding his hands up the backs of my thighs to grab my ass. His tongue slides between the lips of my pussy, straight for my throbbing clit. My head falls back against the door with a loud bang as he licks me quickly, thoroughly, torturing my clit with the tip of his tongue.

“Oh mygod,” I cry out, and one of his hands smooths down my thigh so he can lift my leg onto his shoulder. He uses the same hand and curls it so his fingers can slide inside me, and I hear him groan in the back of his throat. I spread myself open for him, giving him better access.

He’s slow and diligent with his fingers, rubbing them against my G-spot and creating a burning ache in my core that only he can put out.

His tongue slows too, flattening against my clit as he uses the movement of his head to continue to eat me with ease. I feel my orgasm blooming in the pit of my stomach, making my legs shake and my fingers tighten in his hair.

“That’s it,” he growls against my clit, his fingers picking up speed to impale me. He flicks his tongue against the solid bundle of nerves a few more times before I explode around his fingers, my release dripping down his hand.

And that only makes him lick faster, letting me buck against his face powerfully as my climax claims me fully. I shout his name again and again, pulling his hair so tight that he groans in pain and pleasure between assaults with his tongue.

“Hayden,” I moan as I start to come down, the leg I mindlessly secured around his neck relaxing so he can move. His gaze flicks up to look at me as he continues circling his tongue around my clit, and when I wiggle my hips and twitch away from him from the sensitivity, he chuckles against my flesh.

He pulls back, kissing my thighs and stomach and pussy. “I love the way you sound when you come.”

My legs tremble as I hold myself up and watch him kiss my skin from below. He’s kind and soft with his lips, making sure he touches every dip and curve with those pillows as he makes his way upwards. He kisses through my breasts as he stands, then up my neck and chin, to my lips, where he swirls his tongue into my mouth.

I suck on his tongue, moaning around it at the taste of my release, and his hands wrap under my ass to lift me.

He presses his erection against my bare pussy through his pants and need tingles in my core again.

Releasing his tongue, I grab his shirt. “You have too many clothes on.”

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