Page 223 of Ignite

“Filthy little whore for me.”

“C-Conan,” she moans.

With my fingers pumping in and out of her ass, I slide my free hand along her soaking pussy.

“Oh, you must really, really hate me, Hallie,” I tease, sliding along her wetness.

She drips down my hand as I thrust three fingers inside.

“Oh my god!” she screams.

“Rules, Hallie,” I say sternly.

Dammit. I need a taste. And I bet her legs are fucking burning in this position.

I withdraw from her and step back.

“Up,” I command.

She does. Her legs wobble as she turns to face me. A beautiful flush spreads up her throat.

I close the distance between us. My hand shoots out, grabbing her neck as I walk us back until her ass hits the full-length mirror.

Our chests rise and fall in rhythm. The air around us crackles. And we just stare into each other’s eyes, her heart pounding against my palm.

“Fuck it,” I mutter, slamming my lips over hers.

It’s a desperate kiss. Her hands work on my shirt, ripping away the buttons and frantically pulling it off my shoulders. I help her finish the job. Her nails drag along my back as I hoist her up, letting her wrap her legs around my waist.

“You better come so fucking hard for me, Hallie. And I ain’t stopping. I’m going to make sure you can feel me for the rest of your life.”

She pants, her eyes flicking between mine and my lips.

“Do it,” she whispers and leans in for a kiss.

My fingers tangle in her hair to deepen it. She moans into my mouth.

“You want my dick? Hmm?”

I thrust my hips, letting my cock slide against her pussy.

“Yes.”

“Do you hate me?”

“Y-yes,” she falters.

But it sparks something animalistic in me. I line myself up and violently thrust inside her, all the way to the base.

She screams so loud it makes my ears ring. As she arches her back, it exposes her neck, so I bite down on her throat.

Sucking and nipping at her skin as I don’t hold back. I let her pussy strangle my cock. Over and over.

My back stings as her nails pierce the skin.

“Is this what you wanted?” I grit out.

I squeeze her throat tighter. She claws at my forearms, and I pull back, looking into her eyes as they go wide.

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