Page 192 of Tell Me Something True

Oh, she definitely had something left to give him.

She just needed him to take it.

When he didn’t, when he continued stroking that thumb idly over her mouth, tracing her lips with his moisture, she flicked out her tongue, trying to capture a taste.

Only to have him shake his head and draw his hand away. “You’ve had enough. I know you’re a greedy girl, but this isn’t for you. This is for me.” He pressed his thumb against her lower lip. “Understand?”

His words from earlier, the promise he’d made replayed in her head.

Everything you’re about to do is for me.

Those two words, for me, had the same effect on her now as they had then.

Complete and utter compliance.

Keeping her mouth open, but her tongue safely inside, she held his gaze and nodded.

He straightened. “I made a mess of you,” he murmured, taking her in, his voice a low purr of pleasure. “Such a pretty, pretty mess.”

Shifting to his knees, he collected more cum on the tip of his forefinger, then swirled it around her areola. Her breath caught on a moan as he tapped the sticky pad of his finger against the tip of her nipple.

“Do you feel safe,” he asked, moving onto her other nipple, “with your arms above your head like that?”

“Yes. I feel safe.”

He laid his fingertip between her breasts at her sternum where some of his cum had collected. “Keep them that way.”

And he went to work, painting her with his release as if her body was his canvas. It was filthy and primal, having him mark her this way.

She loved it.

She loved the sight of it glistening on her skin. Loved the sticky feel as he spread it around. Loved the pungent, musky scent. Loved watching his gaze go from glassy to sharp, his expression from relaxed to severe, as the last of the pleasure from his orgasm left him.

As desire and need built once again.

Turned out she didn’t have to seduce him to show him what she felt about him. She didn’t even need to touch him.

All she had to do was lie still.

And trust him.

“Are you on birth control?” he asked, his gaze on his finger as he circled her belly button.

“Yes.”

“I’m safe. I get tested regularly.” He lifted his head and met her eyes. “I haven’t been with anyone else. Not since before that first night when you came home with me.”

Her heart lodged in her throat. The man certainly made it difficult for her to do something as simple as speak, what with his touches and commands and confessions.

Not when she had a good idea about why he was confessing.

“Yes,” she said again, this time softer, her heart pounding.

He immediately swiped more cum onto his finger, then rubbed it on her clit. She inhaled sharply at the cool, silky feel of it against the hard nub. Lifted her hips to encourage him to press harder. To go faster.

And he removed his hand altogether.

“I’ll give you more,” he promised her, using the conversational tone that drove her crazy, “when I’m ready to give you more. And not a moment before. Do you understand?”

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