Page 182 of Tell Me Something True

This, too, was power.

Hers.

Taking her time, she bobbed up and down on his dick, sucking and licking his hardness while his breathing grew increasingly ragged. His thighs tensed even more.

She explored him with her lips and tongue. Learning the shape and texture and taste of him in a way she hadn’t been able to that night at the bar. She ate at his cock with soft, nipping sips and long, luxurious licks and slow, pulling sucks.

His hips twitched then stilled, as if he was battling the urge to plunge into her mouth. “You suck me so good, baby. But enough with the teasing. Take me deeper.”

The praise, his restraint, and his gentle demand had her nipples prickling painfully. Her pussy throbbing. Her hands tightened on his thighs, her nails digging into his skin as she squeezed her inner thighs together, trying to find some friction.

He lowered his arms and brushed her hair back with one hand. Lightly curled the other around her throat. Nudged her head up so that she met his eyes. “Do you want to play with your pussy?”

Eyes wide, mouth full of his dick, she nodded.

“All those nights you thought about me… the past two weeks when you thought about me fucking your mouth and making you come on my hand and what it felt like to have my cock buried inside of you… did you masturbate?”

Holding his gaze, she hesitated. Swallowed so that his dick swelled in her mouth.

Then she slowly shook her head.

Satisfaction flashed across his features, and she knew he understood exactly why she hadn’t touched herself the past two weeks.

Combing his fingers through her hair, he slid his other hand up, his fingers splayed beneath her jaw, the tip of his thumb pressed against the corner of her lips. “Fuck my dick with your mouth the right way, and you can make yourself come. Just a small one,” he cautioned when she immediately took him so deep, she choked. Tightening his grip on her hair, he stilled her motions. “Just to take the edge off. And only because you’re such a good girl, remembering that your orgasms belong to me.”

Breath locked in her chest, anticipation building at the base of her spine, she nodded again.

She was a good girl. She was his good girl and she wanted nothing more than to prove it.

She waited until his grip loosened, his fingers once more gentle as they went through her hair again and again, a soft, encouraging stroke. Encircling the base of his cock with one hand, she worked him with her hand and her mouth, increasing her speed incrementally each time. Taking him just a little bit deeper, holding him in the back of her throat just a little bit longer each time.

“Better,” he murmured, rubbing the pad of his thumb along the side of his dick as it went in and out of her mouth. “But not quite good enough. Maybe you don’t really want to come after all.”

Now he was the tease.

Desperate, she moved faster, taking him so deep she gagged each time, her spit coating his dick, dribbling onto her hand and out the corner of her mouth. He collected it on his thumb like he’d done his precum. Rubbed it across her bottom lip keeping his body perfectly still the whole time. Not helping her at all. Making her do all the work.

Making her earn her reward.

But he wasn’t unaffected. His cock was hard as steel. His hands trembling on her face. In her hair. His breathing ragged. And when he spoke, his voice was guttural with want. Tight with restraint. “I’m not going to come in your mouth.”

She made a sound of distress, one he heard over the sloppy sounds of her sucking him.

“Not tonight. But you will bring me right to the edge of it this way. And then, and only then, will I let you come.”

Frantic, her hips undulating, mimicking what her mouth was doing, she let her teeth scrape along his length as she went up and down. Up and down.

“Stop,” he grunted and she immediately stilled, his cock pulsing in her mouth. “Eyes on mine.”

She lifted her gaze. She was shaking. Sweating. Her skin was itchy. Hot. Her lips were numb. Her throat sore. Her chin covered in her own saliva.

And he was hot and hard and still leaking in her mouth. Filling her. Holding her head still, holding himself still and so deep in the back of her throat, she had to take deep, slow breaths through her nose so she didn’t gag.

“Now.”

At the soft word, she immediately took her hand from his thigh and slid it between her slick folds. Her pussy was soaked, her moisture covering her thighs, coating her fingers as she rubbed her clit, so hard and fast, her entire body shook with it.

But it wasn’t enough.

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