Page 183 of Tell Me Something True

She could have cried. Did make a sobbing sound around his cock. It was as if she was too worked up, every part of her overly sensitized to the point of almost pain, her body so on edge, she was afraid to go over.

Or maybe, she just needed something more.

And for once, she was going to take what she needed.

Removing her other hand from his cock, she shoved two fingers up her pussy. Fucked herself while she continued those hard, fast strokes on her clit.

His eyes narrowed. “I said a small one. Just to take the edge off.”

Not slowing her movements in the least, she held his gaze, figured her eyes were probably glazed, but hoped her fuck that was clear enough in them.

There was no taking the edge of this need. It was too big. Too all consuming.

Besides, she liked it when he used that dark, warning tone with her. When he got all bristly and irritated over his authority being questioned.

She liked pushing him.

Mainly because she loved what happened when he pushed her back.

Finger fucking herself faster, she undulated her hips in short, hard thrusts.

“Tabitha,” Miles warned, gruff and dark, his hands tightening on her head. “You’re not listening.”

Oh, she was listening.

She just wasn’t obeying.

And he liked it. His breathing got faster, his dick pulsed against her tongue as he shoved it farther down her throat, just a tiny bit, as if he couldn’t help himself. And when she gagged, he angled her head down slightly and slid it in even farther.

“Take it,” he muttered, his thumb pressing into the corner of her mouth, stretching her lips open wider. “Take what I give you.”

Relaxing her throat, loosening the muscles of her jaw, she emptied her mind of anything but the pleasure building between her legs. The feel of his cock in her mouth. The wet, sucking sounds of her fingers moving in and out of her pussy.

And she took it. Took what he gave her as she breathed heavily through her nose, each breath getting shallower. Her heart beat, quick and light, like a rabbit on the run. She was close. So very, very close.

And then he slid his cock in another impossible quarter of an inch, blocking off her air. But instead of panicking, instead of fighting it and him, she trusted him.

Curling her fingers inside her pussy, she ground down on her hand, riding her fingers in a frantic pace. Her head grew light from the lack of oxygen. Her body felt weightless, as if she was floating. She went as long as she could, building her own pleasure until her body craved oxygen as much as it craved release.

And then she came with a force that had her entire body convulsing so hard, her hand slipped off her clit. But Miles’s cock stayed firmly in her mouth.

She was too far gone to lift her hand back to her clit, was coming far too hard to be coordinated enough to rub her clit while still fucking herself so hard and so fast with her fingers.

Even without that extra clitoral stimulation, everything about this orgasm was heightened. Amplified. With his commands and control and his dick down her throat, Miles was taking her to a place she’d never been brave enough to go to before.

A place where she could completely surrender.

A place where she was safe to do so.

And she did. She let herself go, let wave after wave of sensation drag her under until she was submerged in pleasure. Let it surround her, drowning out anything and everything that wasn’t Miles.

The way he watched her, his expression all hard lines and satisfaction.

The way his cock muffled the sound of her scream.

The way he smelled, musky and aroused.

The way he tasted, sharp and salty.

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