Page 208 of Tell Me Something True

“Please,” he grunted, rough and hoarse and not the least bit submissive. “Please, baby.”

“Hm. Not quite the docile pleading I was after,” she told him, ducking her head to kiss him. Whispered against his lips. “But I do really like when you call me baby. Almost as much as when you say please.”

“Baby, please let me touch you,” he said immediately.

She grinned and kissed him again. “No.”

Leaning forward, angling herself to take him deeper, she increased her pace. Rode him hard and fast, their bodies slapping together. Her budding pleasure squeezing tight in her core, there… right there… growing closer, but staying just out of reach thanks to those four earlier orgasms.

Her breathing turned ragged. Sweat coated her skin, had his shirt sticking to her. Her thighs ached. That pleasure intensified, turned sharp and biting.

She was close… so very, very close…

But she needed his help after all.

“Open,” she commanded, lifting her left breast.

His eyes flared, lighting with a desperate hunger before his lips parted. She guided her nipple into his mouth.

“Suck.”

He did, sucking her nipple through the cloth of his shirt. His mouth was hot and wet and exactly what she needed.

“More,” she panted, lifting and lowering her hips, slamming down on him again and again. “Harder.”

He groaned and attacked her nipple, his cheeks hollowing with how hard he sucked, pulling a matching tugging response in her pussy.

Just… a little… more…

Grabbing his hand, she jerked it to her mouth.

And he let her.

Let her lick the pad of his thumb. Let her lower his hand to her pussy. Press his thumb against her aching clit. Hold it steady there while she rocked against him.

He let her use his thumb, his dick, to get herself off.

In return for his obedience, she let him be a part of his own unraveling.

“That’s it,” she breathed as he scraped his teeth against her overly sensitive nipple. Bit down gently. She bucked against him. Bounced on his cock. Rotating her hips against that thumb. “That’s it. Good boy.”

He roared, the beast in him finally breaking free, her breast falling from his mouth as he tipped his head back, his eyes wide and on hers as he lost his fight.

His surrender, the feel of him shooting his release inside her, and the feral, possessive look in his eyes, had her body bowing as pleasure hurtled through her.

“Miles!” she cried, his name ripped from her throat like a secret wish she’d never dared asked for before.

At the sound of his name, he went wild. His cock swelled inside her, his hips surging up again and again, his movements jerky as he pumped into her like an animal in heat. Teeth bared, cords of his neck standing out in sharp relief, his gaze held hers through it all.

Any semblance of control she might have had was washed away by the combined intensity of their orgasms. And the truth that she no longer needed to hide who she was or what she wanted. She no longer needed to hide her feelings.

They were in this together.

And there was nowhere else she’d rather be than in this man’s arms.

Chapter 42

Reed usually spent Sundays at the lake or driving around town. Not much else to do when you had no extra money and nowhere else to go.

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