Page 92 of The Hallows Queen

“You’re definitely crazy,” he says against my mouth.

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We spendthe first half of the day in bed, then take a shower and get ready for Hayden’s tattoo appointment.

We’re standing in front of the mirror, both of us wrapped in towels as we brush our teeth. When we’re done, Hayden drops his toothbrush in the cup and spits into the sink, then faces me. “Are you going to be mad if I take a Xanax today?”

I put my toothbrush down on the counter. “Why do you need to take a Xanax?”

“Because it’ll make the tattoo hurt less.”

I roll my eyes at him. “I’m not sure there’s logic behind that.”

He laughs, pulling me by the hips toward him. “I always take a Xanax before I get a tattoo because I don’t want to be all shaky and anxious. Is that okay?”

I sigh, not wanting to argue. “Do what you want.”

He kisses me on the cheek. “I’m not gonna get fucked up, just want to take the edge off.”

“Okay, Hayden,” I say, stepping out of his hold and heading back into the bedroom. “If that will make you feel better.”

He follows behind me and sits down on the bed to watch me dig through my duffel bag, and when I look at him, he pulls the towel from around his waist and runs a hand through his wet hair. His dick is standing hard, and he runs a hand down it. “Come sit on daddy’s dick before we go.”

I hum between my lips, lifting a brow as I step toward him. “Why don’t you put on a show for me, H.”

He fists his cock, his eyes dropping a fraction as he succumbs to waves of pleasure. “That’s what you want, baby? You wanna see how I fuck myself when I think about you?”

I nod, smirking at him as I undo the twist on the side of my towel to drop it to the floor. When I’m bare before him, he groans and moves his hand faster.

“Come here, P,” he groans, spreading his legs a little. “Come sit on top of me.”

I step up to him, then climb over him so my legs are straddling his on the bed. Watching as he moves his fist over his dick, I moan as wetness pools between my legs.

“Touch yourself,” He orders, his head dropping forward. “Use your fingers to play with that sweet pussy.”

I shake my head, watching as precum leaks from the tip of his cock, and my mouth drops open as I start to breathe heavier. When I don’t move to touch myself, he grabs my hand and moves it between my legs for me.

“Fuck yourself.” He twists his fist around his cock harder. “I wanna see you come all over your own fingers.”

I moan as my fingers slide into my pussy, over my clit and to my entrance, then I plunge two inside.

“Fuck, that’s so hot,” he grinds out, fucking his hand faster. “Ride your fucking hand on my lap.”

I cry out as pleasure washes over me, and I roll my hips against my fingers. “Hayden.”

He jerks himself hard and fast. “Look at me, give me those eyes. I want to watch you fall apart.”

I find his gaze burning, and my core lights up for him. Grinding myself faster, I feel my orgasm blossom in my center, and I moan loud and long.

“Hayden,” I whimper, curling my fingers to stroke against my G-spot. “I’m going to come.”

Moving his fist faster, he moans and flexes his hips. “Come on then, baby. Come all over your fingers so I can have a taste.”

I buck my hips at the same time he does, and we both go off the edge of our climaxes, moaning and groaning as we stare into each other’s eyes. He fucks into his fist so hard that the entire bed shakes, and I squeeze his thighs between my own as I roll against my hand.

His cum coats his fist and stomach, and my own is dripping down my hand as we both come down, then he’s grabbing my wrist and pushing my soaked digits between his lips and down his throat.

Hayden’s chest heaves, but he sucks my fingers until they’re clean.

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