Chapter 1; Art Of Cock

You met a stranger a day ago, and he asked you out on a movie date. Would you go?

Especially if he was a rich, broad-chested, tall, handsome Italian guy who had booked an entire theatre just for the two of you to watch a movie?

I’m sure you wouldn’t.

But I did.

I rolled over on my bed and let out a deep sigh. It had been years since I’d been on a date or even gotten close to the opposite gender. Still, I knew I had to break free from my boring routine and go on a date with a handsome Italian doctor.

I pushed myself out of bed and walked to my wardrobe. My fingers brushed through my dresses before I finally picked a sexy red sweetheart dress. I loved the way it sparkled slightly and hugged my curves.

I slipped it on and paired it with a set of black heels. I didn’t wear anything underneath the gown.

Tonight, I wanted to taste the cum of an Italian doctor.

My phone buzzed suddenly.

I reached for it and unlocked the screen. A message from Marcello popped up.

I’m outside.

My heart skipped a beat.

I quickly packed my hair into a neat bun and applied a layer of cherry-red lipstick. Looking at my reflection in the mirror, I gave myself a playful kiss.

Then I walked out of my room and headed toward the door.

When I stepped outside, a sleek red car was parked across from my house.

A smile spread across my face as I walked toward it.

Marcello stepped out and opened the passenger door for me.“You look like a beautiful princess,” Marcello murmured softly.

My cheeks warmed at the compliment as I slid into the seat. The leather felt cool beneath my legs.

He closed the door and walked around to the driver’s side.

“You smell nice too,” he added as he fastened his seatbelt.

I didn’t say anything, but I couldn’t stop the small smile forming on my lips.

The drive was quiet but comfortable. Soft romantic music played in the background while Marcello kept one hand loosely on the steering wheel.

I kept scrolling through my phone, trying to hide how nervous I felt.

Eventually, the car slowed to a stop in front of a large building with the name Phoenix Cinema boldly written across the entrance.

Marcello stepped out first and walked around to open my door.

“Are you ready?” he asked, his eyes locking onto mine.

I nodded softly.

We walked inside the cinema together, and just as he had promised, the entire theatre had been booked. Every single seat was empty.

My eyes widened slightly in surprise.

We took seats in the middle row. Marcello held my hand gently as the movie began to play.

But instead of watching the screen, I could feel his gaze resting on me.

The attention made my cheeks flush.

The movie eventually reached a scene where a couple began showing intense intimacy. The guy pinned the girl against the bathroom wall, kissing her deeply.

Heat rushed through my body as I watched the scene.

Marcello must have noticed my reaction.

“Your legs are trembling,” he whispered softly.

His hand tightened around my thigh.“Why is that?”

I gulped and smiled at him.

“You like what you see, don’t you?” he asked.

I couldn’t keep quiet any longer. I nodded my head in confirmation, my heart racing in my chest. A smirk formed at the corner of his lips, and the look in his eyes sent a strange heat through my body.

“Naughty girl,” he murmured, his voice low.

My breath hitched. My legs trembled slightly as our gazes locked. Without thinking, I grabbed him by the collar and pulled him forward, our lips crashing together in a deep, messy kiss.

A soft moan escaped my mouth as my fingers slid into his hair, pulling him closer. He kissed me back just as fiercely, our breaths mixing as we struggled for control.

His hands moved slowly along my waist, sending shivers through me.

“Fuck,” I whispered under my breath, my back arching as the sensation spread through me.

“You like that, don’t you?” he murmured against my neck.

I gasped softly as he pressed a kiss there. My hands tightened in his hair while I tried to steady my breathing.

“You want this,” he said quietly, his voice thick with amusement.

Before I could respond, his hands moved again and he pulled away slightly, his eyes dark with desire.

“You want to taste this Italian cock?” he teased.

My cheeks burned, but I didn’t look away.

“Fuck… yes,” I breathed, throwing my head back for a moment.

Before I could fully process what was happening, he pulled me closer and guided me toward the chair.

“Sit,” he ordered.

My heart pounded loudly in my ears as I obeyed. I lowered myself slowly, biting my lip while his intense gaze followed every movement.

“Fuck…” we both breathed at the same time as I lower myself on his cock.

“You’re so warm,” he muttered, his hands gripping my waist as I began to move.

A shudder ran through me as the rhythm built, my fingers clutching his shoulders for support while I rocked forward and back.

“Fucking hell… you’re so good,” he groaned, pulling me closer.

I leaned forward slightly, my hands resting beside his neck as I held onto him.

“You like that?” I asked softly, my voice shaky.

“You know I do,” he replied with a smirk.

I moved again, slowly finding a rhythm, my breathing growing heavier with each movement.

His hands tightened around my waist as the tension between us grew stronger.

“We’re just getting started,” he whispered in my ear.