Page 206 of Tell Me Something True

And she sank down onto him.

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Tabitha’s gasp mixed with the sound of Miles’s guttural moan.

And she’d only taken him in an inch.

He was big. Thick and long, and although her body was more than ready for him, she was going to have to work to take him in fully.

Not exactly a hardship considering how wet she was, how needy for his cock, but she had to go slow.

Something Miles didn’t seem to agree with.

He lifted his hips, just a little, an impatient, greedy move that had his dick sliding in another inch.

And while it would have been easy—and, no doubt, extremely enjoyable—to have him be in control, she didn’t want him to take what he needed from her.

She wanted to give it to him.

Hands on his shoulders, she lifted onto her knees so that the tip of his cock barely penetrated her. “No. Moving.”

His entire body twitched, his jaw clenched. He inhaled, short and sharp. Held it, then exhaled, long and low.

And went utterly, completely still.

She could see why he got off on the whole obey me thing.

It was hot as hell, having the person you were with hand over their power to you. That they trusted you enough to let you be in charge of their body. Their pleasure.

Lowering herself, she took him in that initial inch. Then another. Stopped to catch her breath and let her body become accustomed to his size.

And maybe to torment him. Just a little bit.

He was practically panting. His rising and falling chest glistening with sweat. The muscles of his thighs like iron beneath her.

Adjusting her angle, she slid down on him another inch. Slowly, slowly, lifted her hips up, then down. Her inner muscles quivered, as if seeking more of him, so she repeated the action. Again. And again. Whimpered at how good it felt, taking him this way in miniscule amounts, feeling herself stretch around him. How incredible it was to have nothing between them when he was so hot and hard, when she was so wet and swollen.

So incredible, she pressed her palms against his chest and straightened, taking him a little deeper. But not any faster. She kept the roll of her hips slow. Easy. Building their combined pleasure inch by slow inch.

Roll by slow roll.

His heartbeat pounded against her palms like a jackhammer. His pupils blown with lust, his teeth grinding together.

She ground down on him. Wiggled her hips in a way that had her breath quickening and his abs contracting as if he was fighting not to plunge up into her.

And she was a bad, bad girl because she liked it.

Liked seeing that same mix of pleasure and pain she was experiencing on his face. The same desperation growing in her belly glinting in his eyes. The same ravenous hunger clawing and snapping at her in the baring of his teeth.

She couldn’t wait to see how far she could push him before he broke.

She set a slow, undulating pace that had the tip of his cock hitting the perfect spot deep in her pussy.

“You’re being so good for me,” she murmured and felt his cock grow impossibly harder. “So good,” she repeated, moving her hands to his knees behind her, bracing her weight on her arms, her back arched, her breasts pushed forward as she took him deeper. Ground down on him each time a little harder. “Letting me fuck you this way. Letting me take care of you.”

His arms shook, but he didn’t touch her. Didn’t move despite every rigid line on his face, every tense muscle of his body telling her he wanted to do just that.

But he was close. She felt it in the way his cock pulsed inside her. Saw it in the harsh lines of his face. Heard it in the rough grunts that escaped his throat.

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