Defying Dorian: Bad Boy Billionaire Romance

by Sloan Storm

  He stepped close to me, until only inches separated our lips. I looked up into his eyes.

  “Give me an answer. I’m about three seconds away from showing you the door, or ripping your clothes off and fucking you until you can’t breathe. Decide. Now.”

  An answer? Jesus, if the lights had been on, the wetness of my panties would’ve been all the answer he needed. Thank God I’d at least thrown a pair of PJs on over them. I might’ve been clothed, but standing there on fire with lust, I felt naked.

  I bit my lip, desperate to keep the secret as long as I could.

  Dorian’s skin wrapped around his muscles – veins, ridges, and striations etched and carved their way across his torso. While he stood there waiting for my reply, his chest rose and fell, stiff breaths swelling his upper body.

  “Tell me,” he said at last, reaching for my hips.

  Dorian squeezed me hard, like the first night we were together in his room. My mind flooded with wicked memories of him taking me from behind, thrusting in and out and filling me with his prodigious gift.

  Looking up at the square-jawed hunk towering over me, the last thing I wanted to do was tell him anything. No, I wanted to show him… show him how bright the fire he’d lit deep inside of me burned.

  Without thinking, I rose to the tips of my toes and kissed him once on the lips. It was tender and soft. So soft in fact, I felt our lips pull apart. I started to move away when Dorian yanked me into his body, crushing my tits against his torso.

  “Is that a goodbye kiss?” he asked, tilting his head and narrowing his gaze at me.

  I looked into his eyes and shook my head, whispering a reply. “No.”

  Dorian moved in over me. I closed my eyes and waited for the instant our lips would meet again. In no time, his tongue invaded my mouth, and I accepted, twisting mine against his. My head fell back, and I went limp. He swept me into his arms, holding me close.

  How I’d needed this.

  Inhaling deeply, I soaked in the heady dual aromas of his sweet breath and remnants of his cologne – a woodsy, earthy scent. My fingers moved like ten tiny villains, stealing touches of his spectacular upper body while Dorian cradled me in his immense palms. Starting at his chest, I opened both of my hands as wide as they would go, crushing the two slabs of muscle in my grasp.

  He grunted his approval. The tips of my fingers fell away, moving next towards the hard squares of his six pack.

  Oh those abs.

  Unlike the viselike grip I used on his pecs, I allowed the touch of my fingers to soften. Dragging them between the crevices and grooves of his midsection, I shivered, tracing each rise and fall. My fingers meandered, moving in lazy twists and turns, caressing and fondling. At last, I brought them together, following the V-taper leading towards his…

  Oh Jesus. Oh, hell. Not yet.

  He leaned into me, pressing his waist into my stomach when our lips broke free of each other. Through his clothing, a hard bulge threatened me. My knees weakened thinking about the last time he’d been inside of me. Biting my lip, I lunged for his mouth again and pressed mine against it, dying to taste him once more.

  He started to grind his hips while I worked my hands around his backside. Stretching my arms as far as they would reach, I squeezed his thick upper back. The seconds ticked by, and my fingers traveled lower, moving down the rigid cords of muscle until I came to the physical perfection of his hard ass.

  There was just enough give in the waist of his jeans for me to slip my fingers inside, which is exactly what I did. Moving just below the waistline, I dug my hands into the slabs of beef, pulling Dorian hard into me.

  The passion of his kissing intensified. Dorian groped at my curves, fondling and feeling his way up and down. His powerful fingers made my flesh feel fragile. With every touch, his masculine dominance surged through me, leaving me hungry for more.

  I was losing it. I didn’t know how much more I could stand, how long I could go without getting my hands on his perfect body, all at once. It was all mine.

  I wanted it, and I wanted it now.

  Dorian took a step forward. I took one back. He took another and another until I had nowhere else to go, collapsing into the chair in front of the telescope. I looked up at him, a rush of breath escaping from my lungs.

  Pale, soft moonlight streamed in over us. Dorian towered above me, all the tattoos in places my fingers explored, illuminated. His muscles flexed, causing the designs to come to life, ready to violate me in unforgettable ways.

  I glided my tongue across my lips while I sat like I’d fallen, legs spread. Dorian started to kneel, dropping to his knees in front of me, his eyes locked on mine. I swallowed hard.

  Starting at my knees, Dorian spread his fingers, gliding his hands up the length of my silk pajamas. Friction of the fabric against my skin warmed me, while he moved ever closer to the center of my thighs. In no time, he’d hooked his fingers around the waistband, spilling them inside and giving a quick tug.

  I didn’t need any encouragement.

  Wiggling my hips, I did everything I could to get out of those bottoms as fast as possible. He tossed them aside. Glancing towards me, he arched an eyebrow and pointed at my panties.

  “Panties on under your PJs? What gives?”

  “Oh,” I began, a sheepish grin expression coming to my face. “I um, left… in a hurry.”

  Dorian leaned forward again. A sly smile came to his lips.

  “Couldn’t wait to see me, huh?”

  Bastard. No! Yes…

  He kissed me while slipping one hand between my legs, cupping my pussy.

  Oh, Christ!

  I pinched my eyes tight, sucking my lower lip and biting down. Delirious, I tried to mutter something, but he started to tease me, applying steady pressure to my clit through the fabric. I’d already soaked my panties through long before he laid a finger on them, delighting him to no end, I’m sure.

  Every pass of his finger sent a jolt through me, an electric shock, which left me wanting only one thing – getting my fucking panties off!

  Luckily, I didn’t have to wait long. Whether he sensed the frustration rising inside of me or not, Dorian pulled at them, and like before I gyrated my hips, freeing myself of them at last.

  I opened my eyes and lifted my head a bit. “Your turn, I…”

  Dorian shook his head, raising his index finger to his lips. Without a word, he reached under my thighs and tugged me to the edge of the chair. Descending between my legs, he pulled them over his shoulders and positioned his mouth inches from my now aching mound.

  “Oh, oh God…” I muttered, my breath shaking.

  Dorian began to pepper the insides of my thighs with kisses, each one drawing him closer and closer and closer. Watching him descend between my legs, I don’t think I blinked once.

  Hell, did I breathe? I don’t remember.

  What I do remember is the instant he stopped. Puffs of heat coming from his mouth beat against the lips of my pussy, tantalizing me. The teasing, the waiting, the anticipation — it was more than I could take. I was nearly to the point of begging when his tongue pressed against my clit, sending a tremor through me and a flash of white across the insides of my eyes.

  “Jesus,” I groaned, sliding both of my hands into his thick hair. “Dorian, fuck baby.”

  He lapped at me… Long, slow, tortuous passes of his tongue unleashed a flurry of goosebumps all over my body. Tingling from head to toe, I wiggled my hips in his mouth, pressing them into his hungry tongue.

  I’d positioned my heels in the center of his back, and I pulled them towards my body, digging into his thick muscles. With every move of his arm or shoulder, the hard slabs flexed and contracted. Opening my eyes, I glanced down between my legs, imagining his entire body in motion, tattoos stretching tight across his powerful upper body, while he fucked me.

  In the midst of my daydream, Dorian slipped his fingers between my folds, curling them under and reaching for my G-spot. The motion snapped me back to aw
areness. From the waist down, I contracted, a tremor shooting through me.

  He wasted no time, swallowing my mound and lashing at my clit with his tongue. It swirled and twirled my swollen bud while I clenched around his fingers inside of me. God, it wouldn’t be long until I came – not long at all…

  “Ohhh, God, ohhh…” I moaned. “Right there, yes. Yes!”

  Dorian got the message.

  With every thrash of his tongue, the intensity of his motion increased. Each long pull of his thick fingers along my walls sent me gasping for breath. My heels still dug into his back, and I wrapped my hands around his powerful arms, squeezing with all my might.

  Did he even notice? If he did, it didn’t affect him in the least.

  I didn’t think it was possible to be this close to orgasm without actually having one. Somehow, he’d kept me on the knife’s edge of bliss, drawing me to the point of no return and holding me there, over and over again.

  That is, until he spoke.

  “Tempest, baby, you taste fucking incredible. Where is that sweet cum? Give it to me. Give it to me now, baby!”

  Oh fuck, fuck!

  My eyes flickered closed, rolling back in my head like a lustful demon. The urge possessed me, and his command tipped me over the edge. Stretching my arms over my head, I rolled my hips in his mouth, coaxing my climax to the surface. A heat gathered deep in the center of my thighs and radiated out with blistering speed and intensity. I slammed my hands into Dorian’s broad shoulders, squeezing them and crying out at once.

  “Jesus, Jeeeesus,” I puffed, followed by screaming at the top of my lungs. “Jesus!!!”

  My body gyrated while the shocks of climax blistered through my limbs. I’d hold my breath, then gasp for air. In the very next instant, I’d reverse the process. Thrashing my head from side-to-side, I sucked in my lower lip, biting hard while contorting my face in a mask of pleasure.

  My thighs quivered. Every part of me quaked like gelatin in his hands. Soon, Dorian withdrew, and I lay there feeling like I’d been run over, trying to catch my breath. Half-conscious, I looked up to see him standing above me, naked. A massive erection stole my focus, causing me to blink in disbelief.

  Was it really that big? God, I didn’t remember it being so thick and…

  He didn’t waste any time. Dorian reached for me, opening his hand. I slid mine inside of his, and he helped me out of the chair, switching places with me. Dorian eased into the chair while I faced the other way. Soon, holding me by the wrist, he guided me back towards the chair and his lap.

  After lifting me with ease, Dorian grabbed my hips. Eager, I reached between my legs and curled my fingers around his shaft. The immense head came into view, and I descended, pushing it inside and struggling to adjust.

  Fuuuuuccckkk…

  Dorian didn’t give me much time, immediately starting to pulse his hips up and down. Wincing, I grunted and soon the initial shock subsided. In its place, an indescribable feeling of being utterly taken — owned.

  I dug my heels into the dense meat of his quadriceps muscles. Quickly adjusting, I started to bounce up and down, reaching down between my legs and caressing his shaft while he plowed into me.

  Reaching for the bottom of my t-shirt, I peeled it away in a flash, tossing it aside. My upper body rocked, swaying my tits back and forth. Tilting forward, I glanced down, savoring the movement of his thick cock. It moved in and out, claiming me with each stroke and glistening in the subtle shine of the moon.

  There were no words spoken. None were needed. The only sounds passing between us were the deep bass of his primal grunts, my chirps of pleasure and one other noise which continued with piston-like regularity…

  Crack! Crack! Crack!

  Dorian’s powerful hips slammed against my ass with an unrelenting strength. With each impact, I felt like I might fall forward, but he held me there, digging his fingers into the crease of my hip. Soon he settled into a steady rhythm, making long pulses up and driving deep within me, deeper than anyone had ever been before.

  I leaned backwards, towards him, arching my lower back and bracing myself by grabbing onto the arms of the chair. With one hand still on my hip, Dorian reached up and fondled my breast with the other, rolling my hard-as-glass nipple around between his fingers.

  Tilting my head forward, I licked at his hand, kissing it and running my mouth across it. Dorian moved his fingers to my lips and I swallowed them inside, suckling them. I hummed, twisting and turning my tongue in between them, imagining it was his huge dick instead.

  The gesture didn’t go unnoticed. Dorian’s thrusting quickened while I continued to taunt him, teasing him with some of the same treatment he’d given me earlier. I relaxed inside, focusing all of my energy on his fingers and rolling my tongue around them.

  Grabbing him by the wrist, I swallowed their entire length before pulling them out and doing it all over again. By now, the entire chair rocked back and forth, violent tremors rippling through me while my torment of him took its toll.

  “Yeah,” I hissed, pulling his fingers out. “Is that what you like? Is that what you want?”

  “Fuck!” Dorian grunted. “Goddamn, baby! Oh shit!”

  Wiggling my hips, I leaned forward once more. I pushed myself down his entire length, taking all he had to give. Dorian let out a long sustained grunt, pressing his head into the middle of my back and gripping onto my hips. Wild thrusting rocked me from beneath, and he cried out.

  “Aaahh, ahhh, ahhh!!!”

  Dorian’s body hardened, and with a final thrust I felt him explode inside of me. I licked my lips, lapping away a trail of perspiration. With the salty reminder of my effort on my taste buds, I smiled while he continued to pulse inside of me.

  The warmth streaming from his cock began to slow. I made tiny circles with my hips, drawing all of him all the way inside of me, never feeling more like a woman than I did at that instant.

  “Come here, baby,” he whispered, a soft tone in his voice.

  I climbed off of him, his sex dripping down my inner thigh. I pinched my legs together, delighting in the feel of the warm rivulets between them. Turning towards Dorian, I tipped forward at the waist, draping my arms around his shoulders. I leaned in towards his mouth, and our lips met. We shared a gentle kiss and separated.

  “Thank you,” he said, looking up at me.

  I frowned at him. “Why are you thanking me?”

  “For staying. Here. With me. It means so much.”

  I reached for his beautiful face, curling my fingers along his jawline. I kissed him again. “Thank you for everything you’ve done. I’m so sorry about earlier tonight. I…”

  Dorian held up his hand and smiled at me. “That’s in the past. All that matters now is our future.”

  Our future?

  10

  Turning Point (Dorian)

  Just having her here with me made every day better.

  It’d been a long fucking time since I’d felt this way about a woman, if ever. I couldn’t get enough of her smile, her body, and her love. Now that she’d made the decision to stay with me, I vowed nothing would ever get in the way of us being together again.

  A few days passed. She’d started staying in my room. In spite of everything that happened, the way things went down, it looked to me like she’d turned a corner.

  There was only one thing I still had to do, and it was something I’d forgotten about after the first night. She’d just finished showering when I walked into the bathroom, carrying all of her belongings from the night we picked her up.

  It was all there - her smashed phone, the keys to her apartment, and her purse.

  “I’ve got something for you,” I said, approaching her.

  With her hair wrapped in a towel and another covering her midsection, Tempest stood there, tiny droplets of water clinging to her exposed shoulders.

  Looking at her, I licked my lips. “Fuck me… I’m about to get you dirty all over again.”

  Tempest smiled wid
e. “Is that a promise?”

  And it would’ve been, if not for a bunch of work bullshit I had to take care of that day. It’s funny – you’d think having all the money in the world would give you time, but somehow, there never seemed to be enough.

  Extending the items to her, I replied, “You bet your ass.”

  Tempest frowned, taking everything from me and changing the subject.

  “My stuff? Where was it?”

  “I kept it safe. Everything is there.”

  I paused for a second, reaching into my pocket and pulling out a new cell phone.

  “I also got this for you. The number is the same but your sim card got smashed to hell. There was nothing that could be done about it, so you’ll have to start from scratch with all that stuff.”

  Tempest took the phone from me.

  “Thank you,” she began, smiling. “You really didn’t have to do all this. I appreciate it though.”

  I shook my head. “Don’t worry about it. It’s impossible to survive without a phone these days.”

  While I spoke, she rummaged through her purse.

  “Um…” she began, looking at me. “Is this all there was?”

  I shook my head. “No.”

  I’d have to be an idiot not to realize what she was looking for inside of her bag. Reaching into my pocket, I pulled it out and held it in front of me.

  “I wasn’t sure how you’d feel about seeing it. The doctor had to get it off your finger when we brought you to the infirmary.”

  I passed the ring to her.

  She took it from me, not saying anything but thanking me with her eyes. She stared at it, turning it from side to side.

  “I, um, had it appraised for you.”

  She stopped what she was doing and looked at me. Although I didn’t come right out and say it, it surprised me the fucking thing was real.

  “Okay, thank you for letting me know.”

  I heard sadness creep into her tone. I was surprised she wasn’t asking me the most logical question of all. “Don’t you want to know how much it’s worth?”

  Tempest leaned against the vanity. Still holding the ring, she looked up at me with a listless expression in her eyes. I couldn’t tell whether she wanted to know or not, but it was hers, so I didn’t want to keep the information from her.