Page 207 of Tell Me Something True

His hair stuck to his temples, his eyes were wild. “Come,” he ground out. “Now.”

“Did you forget our agreement?”

When he didn’t answer, she raised her eyebrows.

And went completely, utterly still.

He growled, the sound long and low and dangerous, like a cornered predator warning it could only be pushed so far.

She shivered in anticipation of when that would happen, but kept her voice even when she prodded, “Did you?”

Seething, mouth a thin line, he shook his head.

“Then you know there are only two things you can say. One of them is stop.” She leaned forward, laying her hands on his rigid shoulders and rocking her hips. “Is that what you want to say?”

Another shake of his head, this one quick and desperate.

She smiled and felt like a fucking queen wielding her power. “The other thing you’re allowed to say,” she continued, fucking him with long, slow movements, “is please.”

She pressed her face against the side of his neck. Inhaled the mixed smells of her floral body wash, his sweat, and the underlying musky scent that was his alone.

“Maybe that’s what you meant?” she murmured against his skin before licking him from the curve where his neck met his shoulder up to just below his ear, the salty taste of him sharp on her tongue. “You ready to beg me, Miles?”

He groaned, his hips lifting—another breech of her rules.

She nipped his earlobe, hard enough to sting, and he gasped, his entire body twitching.

“None of that now. You don’t have to do any of the work. I promise I’m going to take such good care of you.” To prove it, she took his earlobe in her mouth and laved it with her tongue, soothing the sting. “All you have to do is let me.”

Still working him in that steady pace, she slid her hand into the hair at the nape of his neck and tugged his head back. Held his gaze. “There’s no need to hold back. You can come anytime you want.”

Another quick, defiant shake of his head before he spoke from between clenched teeth. “You first.”

Stubborn, stubborn man.

“This isn’t about me. This is about you.”

It was about him losing control. Oh, she was sure he’d claim he’d already done that when he’d coated her with his release, but even then, he’d held something back.

She wanted more.

She wanted it all. Everything he had to give her.

She kissed his neck, then straightened and once more set her hands on his shoulders. Lifted and lowered herself on his dick slow and easy. Let her eyes go half-mast with pleasure.

“You feel so good inside me,” she said, her voice a low purr. “I love that there’s nothing between us.”

“Fuuuccck,” he groaned, the word ripped from his throat as he tipped his head back. Squeezed his eyes shut.

“I love that you’re the first man, the only man, I’ve allowed to fuck me bare.”

“Need you to come,” he panted as he jerked his head upright, his hot gaze spearing hers. “Right… fucking… now.”

Combing her fingers through her damp hair, she kept her hands on top of her head, held his gaze as she rode him. “I can’t wait until you fill me. I can’t wait until you make a mess of me again.”

He made a strangled sound, as if he was choking on whatever words he was fighting to hold back.

Then finally, finally, gave her what she wanted.

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