Page 28 of Ignite

I try to nod, but his grip’s firm around my neck.

"Y-yes."

I lift one leg, my foot landing on the counter, spreading wider for him.

"Oh, you want me deeper, do you? My filthy girl."

He growls the words against my lips and pushes a third finger in.

I cry out, stretching around him, my body trembling.

"Is this what you need?"

His fingers move faster, harder, making my head spin.

"Such a good fucking girl, baby. I can’t wait to have my dick in this tight pussy."

I bite my tongue, trying to swallow the scream clawing its way up.

He eases his grip on my throat, and I gasp.

"I’m so close," I whisper, my voice wrecked.

"I know. I can feel it."

He crushes his mouth to mine, just as the violent climax hits. My moans are swallowed by his kiss while he finger-fucks me through it.

"So beautiful when you come for me," he murmurs against my lips.

My chest heaves. He pulls his fingers from me and presses them to my mouth.

"Now it’s time for you to taste what I do to you."

He pushes them past my lips. My eyes go wide as I suck them clean.

"Dirty girl."

He bites his lip, eyes locked on my mouth as he slowly draws his fingers out.

"Feel better now?"

I wrap my arms around his neck, tugging him closer, feeling the solid press of his cock against my sensitive, swollen pussy.

It’s massive. Like, jaw-droppingly, medically concerningly huge.

And I’ve never been with a man this size.

He is a beast. And for the first time tonight, I’m scared.

I close my eyes. I may have bitten off more than I can chew.

Because if that’s what his fingers can do—what the hell happens when he fucks me?

Is death by orgasm a thing? Shit.

I’m a nurse. I should know these things.

"Hallie. Stop panicking. My dick isn’t going to break you."

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