Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27657 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27657 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Dylan’s tongue wets his bottom lip, and I grip the stem of my glass so hard I’m mildly worried I’ll crack it to stop myself from reaching for him in the middle of this restaurant. I’m pretty sure we’d get ourselves banned for life if I did that, which would be a damn shame since the food here is so good.
“Oh, what I want isn’t on the menu.” Dylan leans forward so his next words tickle my ear when he speaks. “I’m willing to bet you taste sweeter than anything they can make here. And I intend to find out.”
9
DYLAN
I order Dahlia’s dessert to-go.
I can’t sit in this restaurant, feeling people’s eyes on me, trying to smile and nod politely when more than a few locals comment on the fact I’m actually out of my house and with a pretty girl on my arm to boot. I want to snarl at them that Dahlia’s not just some pretty girl, she’s everything to me. And mine. I want to bundle her away from their prying eyes and jokes.
The last hour and a half have been torture. Not because I haven’t enjoyed the first proper date I’ve taken her on. No, exactly the opposite. Dahlia is a temptation that I am desperate to indulge in.
Watching her eat and drink and enjoy herself, the little happy moan she does every time she takes a bite of something she likes, the way her eyes crinkle when she laughs, the fact she even finds me funny at all really—it’s all intoxicating. I’ve drunk nothing but water, given that I’m driving, but I feel drunk from her closeness alone.
I have been extremely civil, but I’m at my limit. I need her. I promised her she’d get her dessert, and as the waitress returns with the takeout box of her cake and the bill, I’m salivating for mine. I pay quickly, ignoring Dahlia’s insistence when she offers to split the bill.
“You’re mine, petal,” I remind her as we stand and she slips her hand in mine with a confident ease that makes my chest feel all warm. “That means I take care of you and you let me.”
“But I have enough money to help pa—”
“Keep talking back to me, Dahlia,” I say darkly as we leave, the door closing behind us. “I dare you.”
I glance at her, finding her wide eyes with her pink lips parted in an ‘O’, and my cock twitches at the sight.
“Get in the car.”
“What’s the rush?” she asks, even as she obeys me and climbs into the passenger side.
“I’m fucking starving,” I snarl as the engine purrs and I press my foot to the accelerator.
The smell of her floral perfume fills the air in the car, combined with the chocolatey scent of her cake, and I think I might actually die if I don’t get my mouth on her soon. I don’t think I’ll survive the drive home.
Fuck it.
She squeals as I take a sharp turn, parking the car at the edge of town.
“What are you doing? I thought we were heading home.”
“Can’t wait.” I reach across to unbuckle her seatbelt and nod in the direction of the backseat.
Realization crosses her face, and even in the low light of the sunset outside, I can see her pupils expand.
“Here?” she asks, breath hitching.
“Right fucking now,” I tell her. “Get in the backseat, Dahlia.”
She scrambles through the space between the two front seats as I get out and make my way around the car, climbing back in through the backdoor just as she sits down in the backseat. The space is more than a little limited, but I don’t give a fuck.
Dahlia makes another addictive gasping moan as I grab her thighs and yank her down. Her head hits the seat, her skirt flopping up as I grab her ass in both hands.
“Dylan, what—”
Whatever she’s about to ask me is cut off by her gasp as I grip the thin lacy fabric around her hips and pull. The sound of it ripping is loud in the enclosed space. Satisfied, I grip her ruined panties in my fist and tuck the damp fabric into my jeans pocket.
“I can’t believe you ripped them off!” Dahlia says, shocked.
“Better learn this fast, petal,” I murmur, parting her thighs as wide as they can go in the space we have so I can stare at her. “I go after what I want. And what I want right now is to eat this pretty pussy until you can’t remember which way is up.”
“You’re…you’re going to kiss me…down there?” she asks, and I glance away from her pussy to see her eyes widen as she stares down at me.
Fuck, I love that nobody but me has ever touched her. The fact that I’m her first, and will be her only, is so fucking hot my hips buck in search of friction.