Everything He Demands (Bookkeeper for the Billionaire #3)(7)
Author: Thalia Frost

“You can beg all you want, but I’ll do things my way. I’ll have to share you for too much of the day tomorrow but not now.”

My cl*t tingled as he circled it with his finger, still moving inside me with another one. “Go ahead and come for me, Lacey.” The rhythm he’d started went faster, and I panted in time.

I exploded into another stratosphere or pleasure, and Rock pushed his fingers inside me as I spasmed around them.

“Oh my God.” I groaned, wanting him inside me.

The bed moved as he straddled my body. The feel of his cock, soft skin and rigid length against my lips made me whimper. I enjoyed sucking him off more than I’d ever liked it with another man. He forced my lips open as I sucked on the head of his prick.

A buzzing sound met my ears as he groaned.

I whimpered with excitement as Rock pushed the vibrating sex toy inside me, his c**k still in my mouth.

“You like that?”

I couldn’t speak, so I nodded.

“Say my name, Lacey. Tell me who you need.”

I let his c**k slide from my mouth. “Rock.” I shouted the word.

“That’s what I want to hear, baby.” He chuckled as the vibrator buzzed in and out of me.

My cl*t ached, longing for his attention. He pushed his rigid shaft farther into my mouth, down my throat, and I moaned as tears came to my eyes.

“Oh, Lacey, I love how you suck my cock.” He pistoned in and out of my mouth even as he moved the vibrator to my clit. The pressure lessened as he turned down the speed on the toy.

I moaned, wanting more. He was holding me on the edge as deep contractions began in my core.

“What do you want, Lacey?” Rock whispered, sliding his c**k from my mouth, the maddening motion of the toy unceasing.

“To come, to have you inside me.” I pushed the words out, gritting my teeth.

“Not yet.” The movement against my cl*t stopped, and I sucked in a harsh breath as Rock teased my ni**les with his tongue and kneaded my br**sts under his sure hands. I pulled against my restraints, wanting to be free to love him.

He rolled me over with one quick movement, surprising me. I cried out as the restraints moved too.

“I’m not going to hurt you. I enjoyed what we did yesterday…so much.” His voice was a husky whisper, and I bit my lip. “Did you?”

“Yes.”

“Tell me, Lacey. Has a man ever known you like I do—every part of you?”

“No.” The word was a mere breathy sigh. His hands moved, massaging my ass as he spoke. His mouth on my bottom made me cry out as he sucked and explored each cheek in its time.

But does he know my heart?

“Good. And I’m going to learn all about you, Lacey.”

And when will I learn about him?

The question fled my mind as his tongue slid down my cleft. I groaned loudly.

“You like that? I love all of you and how you submit to me.” Rock sucked at my opening, taking my breath away.

My face grew warm. No man had ever done anything like this. It was so intimate, but somehow I trusted him.

His finger inside me was welcome when it came. He’d oiled it, and it slid right in as if I were made for him.

“So tight. So pretty. You’re so sweet, and I’m so dark, Lacey, and flawed.”

I arched against his finger, wanting more of him. His words turned me on, though I didn’t understand him. His past was an enigma to me, and the caller’s words about murder came back.

“How dark?” I whispered.

“There’s a part of me so black it never comes to the light. It was made years ago when I was an orphan.” He sighed, inserting another finger inside me.

I gasped as he picked up his pace and smacked my ass.

“I want to know all about you, Rock.”

“You will. You are getting to right now. This is me.” He pushed his fingers inside me to the hilt, and I cried out as my cl*t throbbed against the silky sheets.

I needed release.

“Please.”

“Please what? Beg me for it, Lacey. I need to hear you tell me what you need.”

“I want to come. I want your c**k inside me. I need it so bad, Rock.” My voice was like gravel, craven with need.

“I think I can arrange that with a little twist.” He pulled my hair gently, and I cried out. “Say my name, Lacey. Who dominates your pu**y?”

“You do, Rock. Rock Weldon does.”

The moment was surreal. I was really being fingered in the ass by the hottest, most fascinating man I’d ever met in my life—and I was going to be engaged to him tomorrow. Falsely.

The vibrator roared to life again, and he placed it under me, against my clit.

I whimpered as I lay on top of it. Rock pushed it inside me, and I mewled like a kitten. My inner thighs were slippery with my own wetness. He slid the vibrator out again, agonizingly slowly, and laid it against my cl*t again.

My breath came in harsh gasps as my cl*t tingled at the contact. Rock spread my cheeks with his hands, and I groaned with the thought of what he was going to do—hurt me and bring me great pleasure.

Oil slid down my cleft.

“I can’t wait to get inside you, Lacey. We’re going to do so many things together. Can I trust you?” The question surprised me.

“Yes.” I was learning how hard and yet how vulnerable Rock Weldon really was.

“Good. You can trust me too.” As he spoke, he rubbed the tip of his c**k against my entrance.

“Oh God. Oh…” I couldn’t help myself.

“What do you want, Lacey?”

I could hardly speak as my orgasm built inside me.

“I want you to do me, Rock.” I ground the words out as jolts of pleasure went through me.

“I can oblige you there.” He nipped at my ear and clutched at my h*ps harder. When he slid his c**k home past the rings of my tight opening, I moaned.

“Umm, that feels amazing.” I clutched at the bedposts, my restraints making it impossible to do anything else.

“Who knows how to make you feel good, Ms. Pate?” Rock whispered the words in my ear as he flicked his tongue across it and rammed his c**k home.

“You do, Rock.” I whimpered and arched back to meet him. My cl*t was on fire. “I’m going to come.”

“Hold on for a minute for me. I’m enjoying this too much, and I want to come with you.”

I mewled in frustration as he burrowed into me with his c**k again. He smacked my ass—hard—and I yelped.

“Just wait till I use the whip on you. You’re going to love that, Lace.”

I caught my breath at his usage of the endearment. I wouldn’t mind being Lace to him.