Page 29 of Ignite

He’s amused. "I mean, you might be sore when I’m done. But you’ll survive, I promise."

My eyes snap open. "How did you know?"

He chuckles, and I ease a little.

"I saw the way you looked at him."

He brushes his lips along my jaw. "And I can read minds."

I press a finger to his chest, raising a brow.

"If you can read minds, what exactly am I thinking right now?"

His hands glide along my thighs, his rough palms squeezing.

I’m thinking about dropping to my knees and sucking him off until he forgets his name.

"You want to get on your knees and let me fuck your face. Am I close?"

I gasp. He laughs.

"Close enough. I was also thinking about how I want to hear you moan for me."

His eyes go wide. My cheeks flush.

"Oh, I’m sure that mouth of yours will get you exactly what you need. I have one rule, though."

He lifts me from the counter, carrying me into the living room, stopping by the same wall we made out at earlier.

"What’s your rule?"

He sets me down, my back to the wall.

"You get yourself off while you suck my dick. I want to hear you too. That’ll be enough to make me come so hard down your throat."

I swallow hard as he puts pressure on my shoulder. I drop to my knees.

"And Hallie," he growls, "I’m going to fuck your face. Roughly. Brutally. Primal style. I want your tears and cries. You good with that?"

I lick my lips and spread my legs, fingers slipping between them.

"Yes, beastie."

"Hmm, mmm."

He slides a hand through my hair, grips at the roots, holding me steady.

"If it’s too much, you tap my leg. Need me to stop quickly, slap my cut."

"I won’t need to stop," I say, voice full of fire.

I want to impress him. I need to hear him moan.

"Good girl. Let’s test that theory, shall we? Too much talking. Not enough sucking."

I open my mouth and he slides in slowly. Almost like he’s trying to feel out if I can actually take him.

I look up. He’s glaring down at me, fire in his eyes. Hunger.

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