Page 103 of Ignite

“I know, darlin’. Trust me, I know.” He presses his hips against me, his hard cock pushing against my aching pussy.

That race over here, the adrenaline. With every shift of the gear, the tires screeching, watching the needle hit over one hundred.

Knowing he was just behind me, racing with me, really, not against me.

Electrifying.

Running my hands through his thick hair, I deepen the kiss.

“Fuck, baby,” he murmurs.

“Fuck my face,” I correct him.

He pulls back, searching my face with a sinister grin.

“I’m going to fuck every hole of yours tonight. But this first round is all yours.” He steals one last kiss before stepping back.

He leaves me breathless.

He holds his hands up in the air, the room crackles around us.

“Tell me what you want to do to me. Boss me around, baby. I’m all yours.”

My heart pounds and my hands shake.

“All mine. Hmm.” I tap my lip.

“Follow me, beastie.” I hold out my hand to him, and he links his fingers through mine, and I lead him up the stairs.

Opening up my bedroom, I flick on the lights and stop by the bed.

“Welcome. This is where all the naughty things happen.”

Conan scans the room. The baby blue covered walls, the fluffy white pillows, and of course, the piles of laundry I’ve yet to put away.

“The cuffs better be fluffy,” he whispers.

“Maybe. But they aren’t pink.” I wink.

Everything is blue in this room because at the time that was my fixation of color.

I haven’t redecorated since Dad died.

“It’s cute. Just like you.”

My cheeks blush.

“Clothes off.” I point at him.

His eyebrow raises, but he doesn’t pause. He rips the top over his head and pushes his sweatpants and boxers down, kicking them towards one of my laundry piles.

His dick stands to attention and I lick my lips, taking a step closer and wrapping my hand around his shaft.

Using my thumb, I wipe away the pre-cum, locking my eyes with his as I bring it up to my mouth and lick it clean.

“I want more,” I breathe out, starting to gently stroke his cock.

He grunts, closing his eyes.