Free Everything He Demands by Thalia Frost Page B

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    I wasn't sure about that.
    He pulled me into his arms, kissing me hard even as he backed me up toward the wall. His hands were all over me, tangled in my hair and then down the front of my dress as if he couldn't stand not to touch me.
    I moaned with arousal, my whole body flushed with heat. I wanted him inside me, and I didn't care if anyone walked in. The control he had over me frightened me a bit, but I couldn't think coherently about it with his hand against my ass.
    I hit the wall with a thud. His fingers behind my head e nsured that only my back and butt made contact. I gasped.
    “ You okay? ” He released me from the kiss, his voice ragged.
    “ Yeah. I think so. ”
    “ Good. ” He whipped his jacket off and left me there against the wall, gaping. He sauntered back to our table. “ I love olive oil. It's so smooth and...healthy.” He leered at me.
    My God. What is he going to think of to do with olive oil?
    But I had some ideas.
    “ Don't you? ” Rock grabbed the bowl and scooted a chair near me. He set the dish down and unfastened his pants, letting them fall to the ground around his ankles.
    “ Yes, ” I squeaked.
    He pursed his lips as if unsure whether to believe me. “ Get on your knees. ”
    I complied, having to hike my dress up a bit to do so. My pussy tingled at the sight of his cock outlined against his silky boxer briefs. I briefly felt self - conscious that I'd only managed to sponge off and freshen up in the lavatory on the plane. The scent of his cologne and of sex still clung to me.
    As if he were reading my mind with that uncanny ability I'd seen in him before, Rock whispered, “ I want you just like you are, and I'm not waiting till after we eat dinner. ”
    I closed my eyes at the intensity in his voice.
    “ I want you to look at me when you take my cock into your mouth. ” His words were harsh. “ But not yet. I have other ideas first. Come closer, Lacey. ”
    Arousal rushed through me.
    There were a few feet between us, so I had to scoot toward him on my knees. His gaze caught mine, and heat prickled my body. I stopped less than twelve inches from him.   His cock was level with my face.
    Slowly and deliberately, he reached for the dish with the oil in it. My heart thumped madly, and I wondered if I'd have a stroke. I'd never been so hot and in turmoil. What if someone walked in on us?
    Rock slathered oil on his palms, a wicked grin on his face. “ Perfect. ” He took his cock in hand and began stroking it. He bit his lip, never breaking his stare into my eyes.
    I moaned softly at the sight of his long fingers on his cock.
    “ Touch your pussy, Lacey. Show me how wet you are. ”
    I hurried to comply with him, tugging my dress up where he could see my tiny panties and garters. I slipped my fingers inside the lacy strip of fabric, finding my clit. I bit my lip, circling the nubbin.
    “ Finger yourself. You're so sexy, Lacey. ” Rock's speed had increased a bit as he slid his hand up and down his cock. The sound of his flesh and the oil together made me shiver.
    My clit was already on fire as I moved fingers inside myself. I groaned at the sensation and at the desire I saw in Rock's eyes.
    “ I want you to make yourself come. Show me how much you like my cock. ” Rock raised one eyebrow, his pace never slacking. “ I love to watch you. I need to watch you. ”
    I heard that need in his voice, and my breath caught. I already stood on the precipice of orgasm. I'd never been watched and wanted by a man like Rock before and certainly not like this — in an upscale restaurant in Venice in a private room.
    I swirled my fingers over my clit, faster now, and his hand on his cock worked more quickly as well.
    “ That's right. Make that pretty pussy feel good, Lacey, ” Rock crooned.
    At the sound of his voice, I shouted my release. I fell forward and clung to Rock. His hands tangled in my hair, oil and all, and I couldn ’ t have cared less. I reveled in the feel of him