Page 91 of The Hallows Queen

“What’s wrong?” I question as he pulls me on top of him again. “It wasn’t good?”

“Baby,” he coos, kissing my lips a few times before he pulls back to look at me. “That isn’t it.” His thumb goes to my bottom lip. “Your mouth is fucking perfect. I just don’t want to do that.”

“You never let me give you head,” I point out, feeling rejected and insecure. “I don’t think you’ve ever let me for longer than a minute or two.”

He sighs, rolling us so we’re both on our sides and he’s facing me. “It isn’t enough.”

I pull back a little, my eyes flaring. “Excuse me?”

Shaking his head, he grabs my neck and pulls my face back to his. “That isn’t what I mean.” He sighs. “I just–”

He stops talking, and gazes into me. I feel my skin heating with embarrassment, and I want to pull away again, but I try to breathe through the feeling to give him a chance to explain.

“That’s not fucking good enough foryou,” he says, his tone seemingly angry. “That’s what I always had people do when they didn’t mean shit to me, and you mean so much more than that. You deserve more than what I gave everyone else when I used them for a nut.”

I narrow my eyes at him. “So you’re just not going to let me suck your dick because you let everyone on the East Coast do it before we met?”

“Well, don’t say it like that.”

I laugh. “H, I want to make you feel the way you make me feel. I want to give you pleasure. Iwantyou to use my mouth. It doesn’t have to be this big thing. You can use me and then tell me you love me, and it can be different than what you did to everyone else, because I’ll still be here in the morning.”

“I just want to give you more than that,” he whispers, looking into my eyes. “You’re worth more than that.”

I grin. “I have an idea.”

Before he can say anything else, I push on his chest so he’s lying on his back again and climb on top of him. “You trust me?”

He nods, and I smile before I turn around and shuffle my body up until I’m hovering over his face. Hayden’s hands grab the sides of my thighs, and he lifts his head so he can lick a line through my center, making me moan.

Bending myself down so I can reach his cock, I grab onto the thick length of him and pump my hand a few times before I suction my lips around him. He doesn’t protest, he just starts eating my pussy like he can’t help it, and I moan around where he’s filling my mouth.

My skin tingles with pleasure as he feasts between my legs, his hands squeezing my ass hard enough to bruise while I move up and down his dick with my lips. I hollow my cheeks, bringing him deeper into my throat, and he moans against my clit.

I’m so desperate for his orgasm that I don’t even realize my own building until it slams into me, making me shake and writhe against his face. I pull his cock from my mouth so I can yell into the room, and he licks my clit faster through my climax.

When I come down, he licks my entrance languidly, and I slide his cock between my lips again, aching and desperate for his cum. He groans, bucking his hips up into me. “Baby, I’m gonna come.”

I suction around him, moving my head faster until he’s spurting against my tongue and shouting behind me.

Swallowing down his release, I continue to take him into my throat. His thighs twitch under my chest, and then his tongue enters me, making me cry out around his cock.

When he’s done spilling, I pull back, licking him like a lollipop to gather the rest of his release.

“Come here,” he groans against my pussy, and I shuffle down until I can spin around and fall down next to him. He wraps the comforter around us, pulling my body against his. “I love you.”

I kiss his lips. “I love you.”

He grins, wrapping his hands around my waist to pull me closer. “I meant it when I said I want this forever, Penelope. You’re my forever.”

I look up at him, gazing into his dark eyes. “Me, too.”

“I want everything with you,” he says quietly. “I want to wake up with you every morning, put a fucking ring on your finger, give you my name, fill you with my babies, give you everything you could ever want.”

My stomach fills with butterflies, and I can’t think of anything to say in response. My mind rushes with anxiety, so I just kiss him. No one has ever said anything like that to me before, and the thought of how much he loves me has me desperate to hold onto him.

When we pull back, he looks into my eyes again. “Say you want that too. Tell me I’m not fucking crazy.”

I shake my head, my nose brushing his. “Youarefucking crazy, H, but I do want that, and maybe that makes me crazy too.”

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