Page 30 of Ignite

I circle my clit. He groans, pulling out.

Then thrusts in harder, deeper. I gag around him. That earns me a moan.

"That was halfway, trouble. Good job."

Halfway? Shit.

His grip tightens in my hair. It stings. I keep fingering myself.

He moves faster. Rough. Needy.

"Oh. Fuck. Hallie."

Tears roll down my cheeks. I moan around him, sliding two fingers inside myself.

He grunts, breath ragged.

"Hallie. Shit. You’re so wet for me."

I moan. He clenches. His dick keeps hitting the back of my throat, over and over.

Everything blurs. My throat relaxes.

I’m close. So fucking close.

"Be a good little slut and come sucking my cock, trouble."

His deep voice sends shockwaves through me.

"Good. Fucking. Girl."

His moans grow louder. Mine do too.

He roars my name and I crash over the edge.

I come hard, seeing stars as he spills down my throat.

When he pulls out, I go to stand, but my legs buckle. He catches me and carries me to the couch.

"You good, baby?"

He strokes my cheek.

"Yeah. Really good," I croak.

"That was mind-blowing, trouble. So fucking good. The way I could feel you moaning around my cock? Spectacular."

I glow at his praise.

"Thank you. I tried."

He smiles, cheeky.

"I needed that." I tell him.

"An orgasm?"

He lifts my chin and I nod.

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