Page 105 of Ignite

He sucks them clean and moans, jerking his hips up, making me squeal.

“Conan,” I warn.

He tips his head back.

“I can’t help it, baby. I need you. This teasing is going to make me lose my damn mind.”

Pressing my finger against his lips to silence him, I trail the other hand down towards his abs. He tenses under my touch.

“Where’s your phone?” I ask him.

“In my pocket.” He nods to his pants on the floor next to the bed.

As I climb off him, I scramble to the pile of clothes and retrieve the cell.

“Code?”

He rattles off the numbers and it unlocks, revealing a cute picture of him and his brothers. They all look similar, yet so different.

“You trying to see how many other women are texting me?” he teases.

I snap my eyes up to his and glare.

“No. I don’t care.”

I swallow the lump in my throat. I do care. More than I’d like to admit.

Getting back onto the bed, I lift my leg over his huge frame and start peppering kisses along his jaw, moving south down his body.

“You’re so fucking hot, beastie,” I mutter, before running my tongue along his chest, swirling it around his tattoos.

“Trust me, baby. You’re way fucking hotter.”

As I settle between his legs, I pull up the camera on his phone and turn it for a selfie. When I’m happy with the angle, I slowly swirl my tongue over the tip.

“You’re being such a good boy, Conan. I think you’ve earned yourself a reward. Don’t you?”

I snap a picture as I take him in my mouth.

“Yes, baby. I’ve been so good for you.”

With my mouth now fully on his cock, I keep my eyes locked on his as I take him as deep as I can go, randomly taking action shots as I do.

When my eyes start to water, I slowly suck back to the top, digging my nails into his thigh.

“You taking pictures for me, trouble?” he asks, almost breathlessly.

I change to running my tongue along the shaft.

“Mmhmm. Now you get to see how pretty I am with your dick in my mouth whenever you want.”

That pure, feral hunger returns in his eyes and he starts to pull on his restraints.

“You misbehave, and I delete them.”

He clenches his fist. I don’t know how much longer those handcuffs will last.

“And trust me, you’re going to want to save this collection.”

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