Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 96046 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 480(@200wpm)___ 384(@250wpm)___ 320(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96046 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 480(@200wpm)___ 384(@250wpm)___ 320(@300wpm)
We’d just finished our glasses of wine when the pizza arrived. The smoke smell had finally dissipated somewhat.
“We should watch a movie with our pizza,” I suggested when he returned with the box.
“That sounds fantastic,” he agreed.
We headed downstairs to the basement, Dorian carrying the pizza box and some plates while I’d taken the bottle of wine and glasses. I couldn’t think of a better way to spend the evening than a casual dinner in the coziness of home. Well, if a mansion could be considered cozy.
“This isn’t the impressive first official date I had in mind,” Dorian noted as we settled in the theater.
“Is this really our first date, or have we been inadvertently dating since our first night together in this very room?”
He smiled. “Something has definitely been growing between us since that night. Every moment with you has made my life better—a feeling I never imagined after everything that’s happened.”
His words touched me as I whispered, “Same.”
Dorian’s eyes lingered on mine for a moment before he switched his attention to the pizza, serving us a couple of slices each while I walked over to the laptop.
I scrolled through the choices. “We never did get to watch Pulp Fiction together. Wanna watch it now?”
“Sure, yeah.” He poured us each another glass of wine.
We ate in comfortable silence as the movie began.
I looked over at his handsome profile from time to time in the flickering lights of the movie.
During the scene where Mia is talking to Vincent about uncomfortable silences, I turned to Dorian and whispered, “One thing we do very well is enjoy each other’s company without having to make small talk.”
He nodded. “I’m comfortable with you whether we’re talking or not.”
“The only time I wasn’t comfortable around you was when I felt like I had to hide my feelings. That was really hard to control,” I added.
Ignoring the movie, he turned to me. “Control is an illusion. Because if you have to try to control something, are you really in control or are you just putting off the inevitable?” He leaned in. “In fact, I’m feeling pretty out of control at this moment.”
Dorian reached out, urging me onto his lap. We fell into a kiss as I straddled him on the theater chair.
The sounds from the film faded into the background.
Threading my fingers through his hair, I looked into his gorgeous eyes as he leaned his head back against the seat.
Dorian cupped my breasts. “You wore this leather top to torture me, didn’t you?”
“Maybe,” I said, enveloping his mouth with mine once again.
His fingers scratched at my back before I felt him lower my zipper. Dorian loosened the ties of my corset before lifting it over my head, exposing my bare chest. My nipples tingled, begging to be sucked. Thankfully, he understood the assignment, licking his bottom lip before taking my breast into his mouth. He tugged gently on my nipple.
“You taste even sweeter than last night.” He sucked harder, groaning under his breath.
My loins were on fire, and I’d completely forgotten any vow I’d made to take this slower. The feeling of need was too intense. I began to grind over his rigid cock.
“Don’t do that unless you want to get fucked in this chair, Primrose.”
I moved my hips faster, sending a clear message.
“I don’t have the strength to push you away,” he groaned. “So you’d better get off of me unless you want me inside you right now.”
I lowered my mouth, kissing him on the neck. Sliding my hand down his chest, I landed on his crotch, cupping his cock. Then I stood. His eyes looked pained at the prospect of me stopping. But I kicked off my boots and unzipped my jeans before slipping out of them. Wearing nothing now but a thong, I soaked in every moment of Dorian devouring me with his eyes.
“You are simply the most exquisite woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.” His gaze darkened. “Tell me what you want right now.”
“I want you, in any way you’ll give it to me.”
“Have you ever been fucked in a theater?” He smirked.
“Ask me tomorrow.” I flashed a smile.
“Come here,” he ordered.
Dorian straightened in his seat as I charged toward him. He ran a line down my abdomen with his tongue, stopping short of my underwear. Pushing the material aside, he lapped at my clit. My knees nearly gave out at the unexpected contact. He stopped for a moment only to slide the thong down.
Dorian then dropped to his knees, burying his mouth between my legs. He circled his tongue in hard, swift motions as the sound of gunshots from the movie rang out.
I tugged on his hair, forcing him to stop. “I almost came.”
He flashed a mischievous grin as he looked up at me. “Good.”
I pushed him back into his seat and straddled him. Unfastening his pants, I took his cock out and placed it at my opening.