Page 153 of Ignition

A pleased groan hissed through my teeth, and I only doubled down.

“That’s it,” I hummed against her.

Her thighs started to seize around my head.

It would be a nice way to go.

I nudged my shoulders between them, trying to keep her open, and vowed not to stop unless she decapitated me.

“Don’t—d-don’t s-s-stop,” she mewled, a soft, desperate sound that nearly took me out.

“Good girl.” My voice had turned syrupy-thick. “Taking my fingers so well,” I praised.

Her hips jumped, her muscles tensed under my palm, and she froze mid-moan, drawing a chuckle out of me. Her nipples pebbled and her wanton sounds grew needier, as her soaked pussy strangled the hell out of my fingers.

Focus, I chided myself as my thoughts turned wayward again, to wondering how she’d choke the hell out of my cock.

I bit down on an agonised growl.

My free hand shot out to cup her tits and pinch her nipples.

She arched sharply against me, and her nails clawed into my shoulder and scalp.

I hissed at the sting, but didn’t let up.

“Good girl. Let me feel you come on my mouth.”

The coil of anticipation in my spine pulled taut, making my vision swim, but nothing could have prepared me for it.

As if my words were wired directly into her nerves, she crumbled.

“Josh, ahh! I’m—” she strangled out, right before her body tensed. Her pussy clamped hard around my fingers as her hips bucked, nearly breaking free of my hold.

Wanton, shuddering moans split the air, before her voice broke on gasping, keening cries. Her walls fluttered, then relaxed, her thighs jolted around my head, and I jerked back just in time before they crashed together with a force that would’ve taken me out.

Christ.

I eased my strokes, the heel of my palm pressing against her throbbing clit as she rode out her pleasure, until her pussy’s intoxicating twitching and pulsing slowed down.

It was like watching a tidal wave break over and over again.

My other hand stroked along her side as she struggled to draw breath, as sporadic tremors wracked her frame from the top of her spine to the tips of her toes. My knuckles grazed her cheek as she panted and blinked slow, her expression a mix of ecstasy, exhaustion, and something almost… grateful.

The heat in the car grew stifling, but it was no match for the one emanating from her shuddering form.

“Such a good girl,” I praised in a hoarse voice, a feline smile spreading on my still damp lips, before they pressed a few kisses to her knees and thighs, which were quivering like jelly.

Her head tipped back, her eyes squeezed shut, and I let a nearly silent chuckle pull at my mouth, knowing she wouldn’t catch it.

“Josh… Uhn, that—” she stuttered out, each word punctuated by a sharp, raspy little breath that made my bones hum with satisfaction.

Scratch that. This is my favourite side of her.

Flashing her a dazed smirk, I pushed away the strands plastered to her face, knuckles brushing it in a comforting rhythm.

Traces of ecstasy lingered in her eyes as they pooled into mine again, before her lids pulled heavy.

“Shhh,” I murmured, lips glued to her still vibrating knee.