Page 225 of Ignite

His hot breath beats against my needy pussy.

“Conan!” I beg.

“Only good girls get eaten out. Can you be good for me?”

I shiver as he digs his fingers into my ass so hard my eyes water.

“I can!” I cry out.

His tongue flicks my clit, and my eyes slam shut, my back arching off the bed.

His palm presses down on my lower tummy.

“So fucking sweet it should be a sin.”

He licks me out like a man starved, until my body is shaking around him. My hands claw at the covers, squeezing to relieve the pressure.

“Come for me,” he demands.

My toes curl as he sucks my clit, and I lose it. I let my climax consume me until I’m a shaking, breathless mess. My ears ring and my body sags.

He maneuvers himself so he’s leaning over me. I blink open my eyes and find him watching me, his nose brushing mine.

He gently trails his fingers over my breasts and back between my thighs. I can’t close them because he’s in the way.

I jolt when he pushes two fingers inside me.

“I don’t think I can.” My voice is barely a whisper.

“Give me one more, Hallie. You can do it.”

He ups the tempo, that fuzzy heat sweeping through me again.

“That’s it. Good girl. Give in to me.”

I spread my legs wider and let him finger fuck me to oblivion.

“Hmm. So much hatred here,” he mocks.

And then his hand clamps over my nose and mouth.

My eyes fly open. Panic surges. The harder I try to breathe, the more my lungs burn.

I claw at his arms, but he doesn’t let up, only curling his fingers deeper inside me.

“Give me what I want, and I’ll let you breathe.”

That darkness flashes across his eyes.

Holy fuck.

This is hot.

This is hatred.

I swear to God, the second he lets me go, I’m going to show him what I mean by a hate fuck.

My hips roll as my head gets lighter, pleasure heightening to an impossible peak.

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