Everything He Desires (9 page)

“
Stop.
”

I
let
go
of
his
cock,
not
wanting
to.

“
Lie
down.
Put
your
head
on
my
lap.
”
He
spoke
in
short
gasps,
and
I
was
pleased
to
see
how
I'd
affected
him.
He
was
rock
hard.
I
lay
with
my
head
near
his
cock
and
spread
my
body
out
along
the
seat.

“
Limos
come
in
handy
for
this
sort
of
thing,
”
he
said
and
laughed.

I
laughed,
too.
Then
he
silenced
me
by
tangling
his
fingers
in
my
hair
with
a
tenderness
I
couldn't
believe
was
in
a
man
like
him.
He
played
with
it,
wrapping
it
around
his
cock
and
stroking.
Watching
him
do
that
almost
drove
me
mad.

“
Your
hair
is
so
soft,
Lacey.
I'm
going
to
come
on
your
face.
”

“
Yes.
”

“
Touch
yourself
while
I
do.
”
He
grabbed
his
cock
firmly,
and
I
whimpered,
turning
my
head
to
flick
my
tongue
against
it
once.

I
was
putty
in
his
hands.

He
stroked
his
cock
up
and
down,
staring
deep
into
my
eyes.
I
felt
like
he
was
seeing
all
of
me,
every
last
bit,
including
all
my
insecurities
and
failures.

I
told
myself
it
was
just
foreplay.
Nothing
else.

I
swallowed
at
how
far
afield
my
hopes
were
already
getting.
That
was
dangerous
territory
with
a
man
who
could
take
what
he
wanted
and
then
discard
it.
A
man
will
billions
of
dollars
had
no
need
of
a
woman
like
me.

As
if
reading
my
mind
as
he'd
done
earlier,
he
whispered,
“
touch
your
pussy.
Make
yourself
come.
”

I
closed
my
eyes,
overwhelmed
at
the
feeling
I
saw
in
his
eyes,
the
desire
that
was
all
for
me.

He
pumped
his
cock
harder
as
I
opened
my
eyes
again
and
swirled
my
fingers
over
my
clit,
sighing
as
my
own
pleasure
built.
I
imagined
him
inside
of
me,
and
my
movements
grew
frenzied.

“
I
love
watching
you.
”
He
spoke
in
gasps.
“
I'm
going
to
come.
Are
you
ready?
Come
with
me.
”
He
wasn't
making
a
request.
He
was
commanding.

I
nodded.
He
released
his
seed
on
my
face
with
a
shout.
At
the
feel
of
the
salty,
thick
warmth
on
my
lips,
eyes,
and
cheeks,
I
cried
out
with
my
own
climax,
my
pussy
clenching
over
and
over
in
waves.

He
looked
down
at
me
for
a
minute
and
smiled.
“
Well
done.
”

I
thought
of
how
I
must
look
with
his
cum
on
my
face.

“
Let
me
wipe
that
for
you.
You're
so
gorgeous,
Lacey.
”
He
mopped
my
face
gently
with
a
fine,
silk
handkerchief
he
pulled
out
of
his
pocket.
He'd
never
taken
his
shirt
and
sport
coat
off.

“
Thank
you.
”

“
I
mean
it.
I
hope
you
know
that.
You
will
know
that
by
the
time
I'm
done
with
you.
”
At
this
words,
my
stomach
clenched.

Done
with
me?
I
was
beginning
to
think
a
year
would
never
be
long
enough
with
him.

“
We
just
pulled
up
at
the
airport.
”
He
threw
the
handkerchief
in
a
little
bag
near
his
leg.
“
You
have
some
new
clothes
there.
”
He
pointed
at
a
compartment
in
the
middle
of
the
row
of
seats
in
front
of
us.

“
Thanks.
”

“
Hurry.
We
don't
have
much
time.
”
His
jaw
clenched,
and
I
sensed
his
mood
had
changed
again.

“
I
will.
”
I
jerked
the
shorts
and
top
on,
and
he
dressed,
too.
The
clothes
fit
me
perfectly
and
were
much
nicer
than
anything
I'd
normally
buy.
I
wondered
how
he'd
known
my
size.

Just
as
I
was
finished
getting
ready,
his
cell
phone
rang.

He
listened
for
a
minute.

“
Yeah.
Right.
Well,
I'll
deal
with
it
when
I
get
to
Venice.
Don't
call
me
again.
”
He
barked
the
last
sentence
into
the
phone
and
jabbed
a
button.

“
Everything
okay?
”

“
Far
from
it,
but
you
knew
that
already.
Let's
go
to
Venice.
”
He
gave
me
a
cold
smile,
and
fear
coiled
in
my
belly.
Would
I
survive
this
year
with
a
man
so
sexy
and
volatile?
Or
was
this
all
some
kind
of
joke?