Page 79 of Ignite

Hers.

And I’m smiling like a maniac when I see it on my screen. A message from 5 A.M.

Trouble

Hi, beastie. I’m just heading into work. Do you need your car back later today, or can I drop it off tomorrow morning when I pick up the Shelby? (I’d really like one more night with her.)

I type out a reply and ignore my raging hard-on for her. I watched her last night on the tracker, doing the same route, over and over. Each time, slightly quicker. She’s certainly making use of the McLaren.

Me

Tomorrow morning works fine. I, too, would like one more night with her. She’s all finished, so I will take her for a spin.

I mean Hallie. I want another night to explore her. Stretching my arms above my head, I kick off my blanket.

“Calm down, boy. You can’t have this one.”

I rub my cock to try and relieve some of the pressure.

The memories of her shaking around me. The way she tasted.

Fuck. I let out a grunt and shove my hand under my boxers.

It’s not just her memory that gets me going, it’s the thought of the future.

What if she was into my kinks?

Her running, scared and turned on, in the woods while I chase her.

Her screaming for me as I bite and scratch her.

Tugging on my dick, I picture throwing her to the ground and ripping off her bra. Her nipples erect and begging to be sucked.

There’s fear in her big eyes as she tries to shuffle away from me.

But she’s soaking wet as I thrust inside her tight cunt.

Squeezing my eyes shut, my thighs clench as I imagine flipping her over on all fours and tugging on her hair.

Using her and claiming her.

But with every thrust, she’s stealing a part of me too.

“Fuck!” I cry out as my cum spills over my hand.

I’m breathing so heavily as I open my eyes, and my phone pings.

Trouble

Okay, it’s a deal. One more night.

I chuckle to myself.

One more night? As if.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Declan,”I whisper over my shoulder.

“What? He’s the same size as you.”

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