Page 152 of Ignition

A tight, almost bitten-off whine, and her hips started to rock against me.

Look at you, fucking yourself on my hand.

Even my inner voice sounded pleased.

Keeping my mouth sealed over her, I flicked my tongue over the sensitive bundle, testing different pressures until—

“Haah—fuck!” Her grip on my hair turned stinging.

Jackpot.

My tongue circled her clit with that same pressure, every lick nudging her further off balance, while her reactions were driving me crazy: walls fluttering around my finger greedily, hips twitching and testing my grip, her soft, broken moans of my name—all of it had my cock throbbing in my pants.

My teeth grazed her clit and her thigh trembled and twitched.

“Ohh—g-god,” she rasped in a drawn-out growl, and her hips stuttered.

Stop making sounds like that.

“So greedy,” I murmured in approval as she rolled against my hand, more insistent now, and I obliged and slid my ring finger inside her without preamble.

Slow, filthy, feeling her pulse and stretch around me.

“Ahh—s-shit!”

A cord stood out in her neck as her trembling moan hissed through gritted teeth, the sound bypassing my brain and sending a jolt of heat straight to my groin.

I pressed down a little harder on her lower abdomen, every one of her delicious internal spasms fluttering under my palm.

Fuck, yes.

My body responded instinctively, precum leaking in my boxers, but I just fucked her harder, the angle and pressure drawing her back into a tight bow.

“Haah—right there!”

Her eyes pinged open again, hooking with mine, and my fingers trembled a fraction as my restraint threatened to splinter.

She was riding my hand and face now in earnest—and it was the most devastatingly hot thing I’d ever seen. Any sliver of remaining pride evaporated as those desperate, wet sounds curled around the cabin.

Use me, baby. Just like that…

“Uhn—just like that,” she echoed, as if she’d read my mind.

Her breath came out in sharp little pants, body twitching and jerking with every stroke of my tongue, while her pussy strangled my fingers.

The verbal assistance was unnecessary, but damn if I didn’t like the way her voice grew thin and cracked, the closer to the edge she got.

The entire time, I kept my eyes glued to her, drinking in her reactions. Her head strained back, and the cords in her neck stood out again as keening cries tore from her—louder now. My low hum of approval vibrated through her, making her muscles tense under my palm.

“That’s it, you moan so prettily for me,” I mumbled against her, keeping up the exact pace that had her sounding more and more like someone was killing her in the back of my car—which incidentally, was exactly what I’d been going for.

Another hum of approval, another twitch.

Huh.

“F-fuck—” The word was a thin, brittle whine, and her back arched off the cabin wall, before I pushed her down again.

Fucking her with my voice as well, I kept up the low rumble on her clit, until her walls fluttered and spasmed, and her hips jerked so violently, they nearly broke my rhythm.