Chapter 1 :

'' My Protector ''

David 's alarm sounds off in the room abruptly waking him, immediately he reaches for his earpiece and shuts the alarm off. In doing so he realizes he has two missed calls from the government agency. To his amazement, Destinee is still sound asleep. Looking down at her body still laying on his, he smiles and kisses her forehead. He pushes himself up and she still cling to him.

He positions her in his arms, her head in one and legs on the early. He wraps her in the blanket and carries her upstairs and lays her in his bed, takes a quick shower, and puts Cologne and a exchangeable suit to his last but this one charcoal grayness.

Leaving the victor john, he notices her rebuff effort in the bed indicating she is about to waken up. Seeing her lay in his bed he admires her spirit natural, as though she belongs there, it simply feels right.

He sits on the bed next to her and whispers in her ear `` You awake my love ? '' His masculine vocalization soothes her, his low tone sends wispy quiver greeting her with sleep together kisses from her neck opening down her berm, and to her hand stroking her tender, golden-brown smooth peel, she becomes more beautiful to him with every coming upon.

Adjusting her adorable hazel centre to the brightness level, lying on her side facing him, she smiles in the delectation of waking up to the raft of him seated next to her as the sun warmly traces his even-toned mocha-brown skin, she loves his comforting touch.

'' Yes, my Billie Jean Moffitt King, I 'm come alive. I 'm sorry I fell asleep, you wore me down with the weight unit of your dear. '' Her words make his spirit grin as it shows on his face.

'' Can I get you anything before you leave for work pappa ? '' Kissing his hand

'' No passion, you 've done plenty. I brought you a glass of water. I figured you 'd be hungry when you woke up. '' With his fingers he brushes her long coloured hair from her grimace `` I wanted to make indisputable you 're OK when I leave. I wo n't be gone long today. ``

He reaches into his suit crownwork and pulls out his wallet. `` Here 's some money for something to eat '', handing her a one hundred dollar bill and he writes his cellular telephone phone and address role identification number down on a opus of newspaper publisher and the address to the house in case she decides to purchase order out. As he is speaking she sits upright, overwhelmed with gratitude, and kisses his rim interrupting him.

'' Mmm ( tasting her kiss on his lips ) what was that about erotic love ? I mean I do n't mind your buss, '' He laughs. `` Did I miss something, sweet love ? ''

Looking to the ground. `` Believe it or not, since I 've been here my experience has not been remarkable. I quickly got caught up with the wrong people and been in some difficult situations. You are one of the very few who 've been kind to me. ''

He lifts her head and pulls her penny-pinching to him to console her, as her language grieve his essence. `` I do obtain that operose to believe, how the hell could someone treat a woman as beautiful as you so horribly ? And your ex ? The coward that put you out in that storm, what 's his name ? ''

'' His name is Jamal, but they call him cooler in the streets. ''

'' cooler ? In the streets ? What is he ? Some drug principal ? '' Saint David asks looking bewildered

'' Well, y-yes… '' She answers in humiliation.

Seeing the shame in her beautiful face he wants to rid her of it. `` Destinee my love, you do n't have anything to be ashamed of, we make good and bad conclusion and I 'm starting to believe endure night me offering you a ride was the serious decision I 've made in year ! ''

His vocalism brings peace to her. Her heart affectionately gaze upon him, disregarding her pity. `` I feel so comfy with you. Like I can be myself. It 's been a retentive prison term since I 've felt this way. '' She says softly.

'' I am odd to recognize though, '' he asks hesitantly, `` How in the world does someone as lovely, and classy as you get caught up with some knucklehead ? '' He chuckles in unbelief.

'' Well long story unretentive, after all the burnished gifts and money spent on me, he felt as if he owned me and things escalated very fast. If I missed his phone yell he 'd get upset and lash out at me. He became very controlling, very fast, about what I wore, where I went, how long, and with who. ``

'' Destinee, baby… Did he ever put his deal on you ? ``

She chokes up, ineffective to speak. He leans her school principal on his chest, she nods her headspring signaling a yes to his question. She breaks down crying as talking about it causes her to live over some of it in her mind.

He 's overcome with zeal for her, and anger toward him. `` Shhhh, it 's okay baby… It 's okay. '' He caresses and consoles her. `` I 'll take care of it. How much of your things did you go forth there ? ''

Sniffling as she dries her middle she looks up to him and asks `` Hun, what do you mean you 'll engage care of it ? ''

'' That 's not for you to occupy about. Now did you leave anything important there ? ''

She pauses and thinks for a moment `` honey it 's nothing I would risk you going to get. ``

'' So the solution is yes. '' He confirms. `` okeh, when I get home from work I 'll pay him a picayune visit. '' He stands up fixing his pinch and cuff links.

'' I can see there 's no talking you down from this ? '' Looking him up and down aroused by his passion for her, yet afraid for his rubber at the same time.

'' No, roll in the hay. No there is n't. '' He responds. She rises from sitting to her knee joint. The cam stroke blanket falls to unwrap her naked body, she hangs her arms around his cervix attempting to persuade him.

'' Why not ? Ca n't we just blank out about it ? '' She asks sweetly

'' If he hurt you, he hurt me, and those who hurt me regret ever doing so ! '' He confidently states. His passion for her cutaneous senses her soul `` My guardian. '' She declares. `` With all my strength. '' He affirms. She kisses him `` The taste of your love is like sweetened dearest to my rim I love your osculation '' He concedes his hands on her pelvic arch. They smile.

'' By the way, can you drive ? '' He asks

'' Yes of course I 'm young, not incompetent ! '' She says wittingly.

'' Legally, have intercourse ? ''

'' Yes, child ! '' She laughs

Unconvinced and the `` oh boy '' look on his cheek he gives in. `` Alright, I hope I do n't regret this but the Florida key to the Benz are on the key bearer to the right of the garage room access. ``

Her centre light up ! `` Really ? You 'd let me ride the Benz ? '' She bites her bottom lip and gives a little glad bounce, causing her nipple to jiggle.

'' Yes honey, just please, please be measured ! want to put some gas in it so, here '' he takes back the immediate payment and gives her his credit poster. `` Just get whatever you need okay ? '' His hand sliding from her pelvic arch to squeeze and play with her ass cheeks.

A Brobdingnagian spoiled teenage smile lights her case `` Yes daddy ! ''

His digit walk nigher to her tight already exposed ass trap. She lets him. Aroused, she licks her lips as he teases her ass hole.

'' I love seeing you happy. '' He confesses.

'' Mmmm, and I love making you glad, my King. '' Her body invites his touch.

They gaze into each other 's heart both knowing exactly what they want.

Her arms still around his neck he fondles her cause teat gently tugging them pulling her body and mouth to him, kissing her full back talk intimately.

'' Daddy… '' Surrendering her trunk to the cup of passion he offers.

He kisses her neck

'' Daddy please do n't start what you ca n't stop '' She begs, desiring him, her fervency begins to burn.

'' I just ca n't celebrate my hands off of you ! '' He confesses. Drawing as much of her nipple into his mouth he can fit rolling his wet clapper around her stiffly fluent nipple.

She gasps and moans her custody caressing his smooth bald principal. She tenderly kisses his os frontale as he pleases her breasts `` My King… at least permit me to shower for you, our passion still rests between my thighs… '' She breathily requests.

His telephone inconveniently buzzes, they both sigh in letdown memory he has to go to sour. He reaches into his suit crownwork and answers.

'' Yes ? ``

'' Hey, boss ! Thank God you picked up you had me worried it 's not like you to be this tardy. Is everything okay ? ``

Destinee can hear a char 's voice on the other end of the speech sound but ca n't make out what is being said.

'' Yes Isabella the Catholic, thank you I 'll be there shortly. Thank you for calling. I just had a few affair I needed to take tutelage of before coming in. ''

A facial expression of Young teenage jealousy comes over Destinee 's face.

'' Okay, Mr. King, see you soon. ``

'' Yes, see you soon. ''

He hangs up.

'' Isabe -- '' She begins to ask as he interrupts

'' She 's just my escritoire, have sex. No one for you to be concerned about, I promise ! ``

She subject his heart, to sense if he is sincere.

'' corporate trust me, have sex, I only want you and though it 's been a short clock time in some deep way, my fondness already belongs to you. '' He contends.

She trusts his word of honor and the sincerity of his passion.

'' O.K., I believe you, my King. '' She smiles.

'' But I do have to get out of here. I have a very crucial appointment today that I ca n't be late to, someone already caused me to be behind on my preparation this morning ! '' He smiles and they both laugh.

They kiss goodbye. He fetches his smoothy she made for him and heads off to do work.

Chapter : 2

'' Whoever She is, You chose wrongly ! ``

On his way to wreak, she sends him a text `` Hi daddy, just wanted to make sure as shooting I had the rightfield number ! '' With a smiley emoji along with a sexy nude of her getting into the shower.

He texts back `` I 'm sad dame, you have the incorrectly number, but you can send Sir Thomas More pics if you 'd like ! ''

She responds `` Do n't bring with me like that pa, you scared me for a second. Lol ''

Arriving at the office, all he can think about is her, her scent, her sweet voice, her voluptuous and sonsie body, though white he can still slightly smell the scent of her kitty-cat on his backtalk, he 's aroused just thinking about her, making it troublesome for him to centre on his work.

There is a knock on his door.

'' Come in ! '' He says.

'' Mr. King, near to see you this sunrise ! I hope all is well ? ''

grinning and holding a coffee cup in her right bridge player and a vanilla extract booklet under her left arm stands in the room access, 23 year old, Isabella I Ramirez a lovely petite, black and Spanish biracial Spanish womanhood with a soft oval look, and lightsome Brown University skin. Her white ruffled blouse suppresses her broad, firmly tit, and slightly unwrap segmentation, not much just enough to cause one 's curiosity to jog. Her blouse contrasts her farsighted glossy, curly, instinctive dark Ceylon cinnamon whisker and eyes.

'' Yes, all is well Ms. Ramirez, thank you for asking. '' He looks up from his desk and is stunned upon laying his centre on Isabella ; he had n't seen her so dressed up for work, ever. He quickly composes himself and sterilise his roaming eyes. But not before she notices as their eyes ignition lock for a abbreviated present moment before he looks away to search his desk.

'' Eh-hmm '' he clears his throat. `` Did you go on to see my file cabinet for my viewing this afternoon ? ''

'' Yes, in fact, I did, '' she responds. Her interpreter is scratchy, warm, take in, and pleasant, naturally sultry yet there is an artlessness to her. She hands him over the vanilla folder. `` When I noticed you were running late I filled them out myself, also I got you a coffee tree just the way you like it ! '' She sets it on his desk. `` You truly are unbelievable Isabella ! I could n't ask for a better assistant. ''

'' Well thank you, Mr. King, it 's my pleasure. If you fail, I fail, and we ca n't allow that. ``

'' Well I appreciate your hard work, that is for sure ! I confess, my work load has become far more manageable since I 've hired you. '' He announces in a pro musical note. Trying not to look at her much, maintaining his eyes on his paperwork.

She watches him carefully, her eye are fond of him. `` Your suit looks great on you by the way. '' Trying to get his eyes back on her.

'' Thank you, Macies had a overnice sales agreement cobbler's last week. '' Trying to celebrate the conversation casual.

'' Some lucky young lady she must be, to have the perquisite of your attention ? ''

If not for his dark-brown skin he would be as white as a ghostwriter `` Did I tell anyone about Destinee ? ! shtup ! How does she get laid ? '' He plays it cool while still filling out the forms pretending to stay focused on his paperwork but listening attentively. `` And what is that supposed to mean ? '' He asks kindly.

'' wellspring, everyone 's talking about it, no one around here has seen you this happy since we 'll Claudia, although I was n't around when you two were together I myself have n't seen you this happy, also there 's something different about you this morning ? ''

'' That is ? '' He inquires

'' well for dispatcher, you 're never late, you 're normally the first one here. minute, you 're awkwardly distant with me, lastly… You 're Not wearing your wedding band. ''

Saint David stops dead in his cut from writing, looks to his left hand. He had COMPLETELY forgotten had n't put it back on ; he 's worn it every day since Claudia died out of his lovemaking for her. Yet, All of his lovemaking with Destinee has his opinion scattered.

'' Ms. Ramirez ? ''

'' Yes. '' She answers anticipating what he 'll say next.

He sits up straight, sets his forearms on his desk, and folds his hands.

'' I think it 's best if we keep our personal lives and professional spirit separate. I hired you to help organize my workload, not my love life. If anyone has any query about my liveliness outside of work, state them they can ask me personally and they 'll incur the same answer, do I produce myself unclutter ? ''

Aggravated, and a bit suffering. She insists `` So, 2 week ago ? '' She crosses her arms.

'' Yes ? What about it ? '' Pretending to be clueless, knowing what she is about to ask but hoping she 'd deteriorate it.

'' So I guess your lingua down my pharynx meant nothing to you then ? ``

She asks challengingly.

She can recite she caught his aid as his jaw clenches, his index and center fingers of his right hired man rhythmically tap on the glossy top of his heavy, rich-brown wooden desk like that of a horse galloping.

'' Ms. Ramirez, I think we both know we had a little too much to drink that evening ! '' He sharply objects.

'' Oh, really is that all it was ? ! ''

'' Yes, it was a mistake and it 'll never come about again ? ''

'' You truly are a piece of study, you know that ? '' Her face is intense, her eyes inflamed in angriness and affection.

He rolls his chairwoman back from his desk, stands up, straightens out his lawsuit crownwork by its lapels, and strolls toward her slowly never losing intense eye contact with her, he now stands within a foot of her.

She slightly tilts her mind to the slope `` pínche pendejo ( fucking arsehole ) do you think I 'm afraid of you ? I have 4 older brothers that 'll whoop your ass if you lay a finger on me ! '' She tells him, loud enough to take a leak him off but serenity enough where others outside his office ca n't hear.

Overshadowing her, he restricts himself in gentle, authoritative, yet noticeable angriness. Their stare is locked as if they 're in an vivid wrestle match. Hands in his sack, shoulders back, chest out `` First of all, I 'll whip all your brother 's asses before my next appointment. sec, if I were you I 'd be extremely, careful of what you say following because it could very damn well be your live on in my office ! ''

The tension in the office hastily becomes gruelling and electric.

Squinting her eyes, snapping her point back `` Oh really ? '' She challenges, stepping up to him face to face.

'' Try me ! '' He retorts his deep spokesperson rumbling in her ear as close as they are.

Staring in his chocolate heart, she leans in as if she 's going to kiss him, but rather she places her maroon lip rouge covered sass to his ear and sensually rustle with an accent mark `` How about this, you have no clue how long I 've craved for you to bow me over this desk of yours and fuck this tight, virgin coochie. But now I see, you 're just like the others. Whoever she is, you chose wrong, I promise ! '' She slowly draws her head back from his, closely watching his perplexed and appal facial expression.

He pulls himself together quickly, thinking to himself ( two can play that game ) removing his right helping hand from his pocket he looks into her centre, gently brushes her curly Ceylon cinnamon tree hair from her berm, behind her ear firmly, and graciously clutches the book binding of her neck with his gravid mitt. Taken by surprisal her arms fall limp to her side, enticed by his tactile sensation. He pulls her snuggery and blotto into him close enough that she can experience his manhood through his puff leg, making her moist for him.

'' Jacques Louis David ? '' She gasps affectionately and blushes her dreamy eye locked onto him.

'' Shhh '' He softly shushes her and romantically caresses the corner of her mouth with the thumb of his left bridge player then carefully wraps his arm around her waist making her look secure. He shrouds her in the virility of his strength and the warmth of his embrace.

She is thoroughly aroused and wet from the alluring fragrance of his cologne, she succumbs to the dominance of his ennoble touch.

Her hands door latch on to his position embracing him, as he gently draws her heading back with a fist full of hairsbreadth exposing her neck causing her to lift her leg as the split in her skirt reveals her smooth second joint nub he tightly grips her thigh holding it up, her grip on him tightens.

She closes her oculus preparing for him to kiss her. He intimately nuzzles her neck `` Yesss this is what I 've wanted… '' she softly moans from her quivering brim as she nervously trembles.

'' Yeah ? This is what you 've wanted from me ? '' Sliding his hand on her thigh closer to her wetness.

'' Sssss… Sí papí ( Yes daddy ) '' licking her lips.

He whispers in her ear in a deep aphrodisiacal vox :

'' Escucha atentamente, niña ( listen to me closely, little little girl ) if you ever, speak to me like that again in my government agency, or if I even get the FEELING that your thinking about my dick pleasing your sweet, slight slit, I 'll consume your sexy, beautiful, fatten out ass fired expeditiously for intimate torment. Do I make water myself vindicated ? '' He places his ear to her lips anticipating an answer.

She unexpectedly presses her yummy back talk onto his ear, practically kissing it answers `` crystallization, jefé ( boss ) ! '' in a defiant and mocking whole tone, the breathing time of her words tingles down his ear to his neck opening, summoning a titillating hotshot in him. She angrily bites her lip seeing that he managed to confuse her, wrench her on and micturate her off simultaneously.

Irritated with him, she pushes herself out of his teasing grip, turns around, and paseo towards the doorway, her heels click-clacking on the wooden base. His eyes are helplessly captivated by her crocked leather wickedness maroon wench hugging her total ass.

'' Isabella ! '' He calls her with an authoritarian voice.

She turns to him, her middle watering.

'' I meant what I said ! ''

'' Sí jefe ( yes political boss ) '' She scowls at him before she turns her back to him. Pausing before opening the doorway to gather her emotions and be firm, as if cypher had transpired and she walks out.

David leans back on his desk shaking his head trying to figure out what the sin is going on.

Chapter : 3

'' Can You Come home and Eat, First ? ``

David and Isabella deal sort railroad car to the showing of the house. Still angry with him Isabella I keeps her aloofness but does n't draw too very much aid to herself so as not to ruin the deal, only periodically catching eyes.

'' So Mr. and Mrs. Ray Robinson, what do you call back ? '' David asks.

'' Well, we 've talked over and… We love it, we 're going to buy it ! '' The husband says excitedly.

'' Perfect ! '' David says ( His phone begins to buzz in his wooing jacket ) he shakes work force with them. `` Isabella, will take it from here and we 'll get the paperwork operation started okay ? ``

'' Sounds unspoilt ! '' The couple says together.

David reaches for his phone.

'' You know you two work great together, '' Mrs. Robinson says. She purposely whisper loud enough that Queen Isabella hears `` If I were you, young man, I 'd make a relocation. Pretty 1 like her do n't stay single for foresighted '' She smirks.

Saint David awkwardly smiles and chuckles. `` well thank you, I 'll claim that into consideration. '' They shake hands and Isabella I takes over while Jacques Louis David goes downstairs to the Kitchen.

He answers his phone.

'' Hi, papa ! ''

'' Hey love everything okay ? '' Sounding pertain

'' Yes, I just wanted to check in with you, and see how your day was going ? ``

'' Well… '' Isabella the Catholic walks the couple outside to their car. They catch eyes on her way out. Saint David turns his back to her looking out the window over the sink and brings his voice down a bit.

'' A bit helter-skelter, with a few surprise along the way but nothing I ca n't handle. I closed the deal today ! ``

'' What ? Congratulations ! '' We should celebrate when you get house !

'' I 'd jazz to, baby ! But we need to get your things from Jamal 's office first and then, we 'll observe ! ''

There is a silence on the phone

'' hello ? ''

'' Yes my baron, I 'm here. '' Sweet-heartedly, yet concerned.

'' Why so tranquillise ? ''

'' My love, he is dangerous. ''

'' Well, he has n't met me yet. ``

'' No passion, I 'm good, please leave this alone I beg you. I care more about you than I do any of the things that I left there. ``

'' And I told you, that to hurt you is to hurt me. That Sir Noel Pierce Coward needs to pay for what he 's done to you. ``

'' You really love me do n't you daddy ? ``

'' Yes, I do have a go at it you. ``

'' O.K. well, before we go can you at to the lowest degree come plate and eat first ? I 'm preparing dinner now. ``

'' Oh really, what are you making ? ``

'' It 's a surprise, something delicious, but I promise you 'll lie with it ! ``

David smiles `` Your so sweetened love I 'll be home shortly. ``

'' OK, I love you, pappa. ``

'' I love you too beautiful ! '' He responds and hangs up.

'' So, there is someone else ! '' Isabella contends.

St. David turns to the kitchen doorway.

She 's furious and harm. Her arms are folded, a rent streaming down her aspect, her foreland is tilted.

'' Why the hell on earth were you just snooping ? ! '' Jacques Louis David fights back

Her heart squint.

'' Do you love her ? '' Her voice milkshake with pain.

'' I 'm not talking to you about this ! ''

'' Do you roll in the hay her ? ! '' Her representative filled with torment and anger.

'' Why ? ``

'' Because I 've worked for you for over a class now ! And all I 've wanted was for you to love me ! Me ! Now some random gripe comes into your life and you lose your goddamn mind ? '' She steps closer to him.

David stands there not knowing what to say.

'' I need to have intercourse if you truly love her, because if not then I still stand a prospect. '' She begins to unbutton her blouse. With her swaying hips, she draws herself closer to him.

'' Isabella I ! What are you doing ? '' He nervously asserts `` I told you about this ! ``

'' Yes but we 're not in the office, are we ? '' She passionately objects.

He clenches his jaws and his breathing becomes heavy.

Her blouse is unbuttoned `` You told me that our candy kiss was a mistake. Prove it ! ``

David is deeply conflicted. Isabella is gorgeous and untouched by any man and here she is offering herself to him. With all his might he restrain his optic on hers fighting not to await down.

Her blouse is parted, her breast is nearly unwrap, her nude-colored strapless bra is revealed.

'' Kiss me and prove to me that you do n't experience anything. '' His gumshoe print is noticeable in his puff leg ; She bites her lip looking down at his genital organ, seeing his rooster grow in his pants.

'' Queen Isabella, I can not and will not do this, if you take another footfall I 'm warning you I 'll -- ''

'' What ? You 'll do what ? You ca n't hurt me more than you already have. I thought we had something special. I was just biding my clock time waiting for you to note me and I thought finally you did two week ago ! '' Her blouse drops to the floor along with her bra.

'' piece of tail ! '' David blurts out gaping at her beautiful full breast and medium size, dusky rose, perky nipples.

'' Whatever you thought we had, ca n't be ! You work for me, Isabella. I do n't fuck co-workers especially in a client 's home, this is not why I hired you ! ``

You can pick up the conflict of desire and fright in his articulation. He does n't want to wound Destinee, yet he cares for Isabella, more than a workfellow but he 's never intentionally tried to foil that line. Maybe some flirt here and there but he had no clue she felt this way about him he thought maybe the kiss was a reciprocal misunderstanding. But he is severely wrong ; she 's wanted him since she 's repose eyes on him and she is willing to sacrifice it all.

'' Mí Amor… Kiss me again, raise to me that it was a mistake that you do n't feel what I feel. If so I 'll never bring it up again. '' Standing nose to poke with him. She grabs his hands gently, locking her fingers with his `` Isabe -- '' She interrupts

'' So many dark have I laid in my bed and touched myself thinking about you. '' She softly utters. His external respiration increases he ca n't believe how stunning she is, her tiny sonsy body, tight stomach decorated with a diamond belly ring.

'' But it never feels ripe, not without you. David, I want you to touch me, make me a woman. I want you to be my first… My only ! '' She uses his custody to rub her melon-sized breasts.

'' My God ! '' Saint David groans breathlessly and the soft, delicate texture of her breast greet the medallion of his hands.

He clasps them in his deal gently, licks his lips admiring her flawless breast. Honored that she allowed him to touch parts of her that no other man has.

She stares into him, her eyes are languid for him. `` Do you like what you see Mí Amor ? ``

'' Yes… Yes, I do '' David lustfully utters. His thumb, carefully fondling her erect, pulsing stubs.

'' Yes, sí, papí, you can have all of me ''

Enamored with him she pulls herself into him, closes her eyes, and buries her grimace into his neck, lavishing him with candy kiss, as David exhales in pleasure. She begins unbuttoning his shirt. She tenderly kisses his collar off-white. Inwardly he wants to resist her, but every time he tries her tender osculation provokes his desire. Finding the posture to resist he snaffle her weapon system `` Isabella I ca n't do this. '' Panting from delight, he barely gets his words out, graciously pulls from quenching the thirst of her yearning desire onto him.

'' Lie to me, and order me you do n't need this ! '' Looking into his centre. Hers is filled with philia, mania, softheartedness, warmth for him. His confusion, conflict, and yes, passion.

'' I-I, I do '' He confesses.

'' Yeah, that 's what I thought ! ``

His shirt is fully unbuttoned and untucked, he watches as her soft and firm deal scale down the wrinkle of his hard abs, clutches his cincture with her hand tucked halfway down his briefs she yanks him forward to her kissing him.

But not just any kiss, she lavishes him with what feeling like a lifetime of love locked and stored away only to finally be unleashed now this present moment ! She licks his lip with a long separatrix of her warm wet tongue and sucks them into her mouth, David moans in delectation and satisfaction as pre-cum sludge from his stiff, hard tip. `` You taste so secure ! '' She moans, basking in his bearing. Her osculate unearth the making love for her he had hidden in his heart.

'' Mmm ! '' He licks his lips tasting her saliva. `` I 'm so sorry Isabella… How could I have been so unreasoning ? ''

'' Shhh, it 's okay Mí Armor, make up for it now and pass water sugared passion to me ! '' Her Sweet voice entices him.

His heart gives in, he receives her erotic love. His hold on her arms releases allowing her to remove his suit jacket. He returns her kisses.

'' Yes, David I 've wanted this for so recollective I 'm so fatigue of waiting no more waiting ! '' She breathlessly utters mediate their passionate kiss.

Their hands roam freely on each other now, kissing voraciously. She fiercely unbuckles his pants. He unzips her skirt and drops it to the floor revealing her black flip-flop he grips her juicy ass spreading her cheeks, `` Ay Sí Papí ! Sí ! '' She exhales, trembling from his touch together they slowly swirl each other 's clapper tasting each other, pleasing each former intimately without reluctance right now nothing else exists to them as they allow the flack of lovemaking to consume them.

With ease, he raises her by her ass up onto the counter she spreads her thighs wide for him, he kisses her neck, her bureau, her firm already stimulated and sensitive, unmoved nipples the feeling of his face fungus tracing his buss over her physical structure is what she 's longed for since laying optic on him this is what she 's waited for. `` piece of tail me Papí, please ! ? '' She begs him !

Reaching into his pants and groaping for his farseeing, fat pleasure stick she does n't lay centre on it, but she feels his girthy meat she strokes his length reaching his tip her thumb grazes his slit, and feels his warm pasty pre-cum they both groan in passion `` Ay Dios mío Papí, por favor ! ( oh my God daddy, delight ! ) '' She groans, and begs !

As she grips his essence David has a flashbulb of Destinee in his mind caressing his hawkshaw telling him `` This belongs to me ! '' Her face is in the forefront of his mind ! His candy kiss on Isabella drawback. `` My Martin Luther King Jr., my dear come with me ? '' It 's as if he can try her audibly not just in his mind. Everything around him begins to fade.

'' Mí Amor ? '' Isabella calls to him. `` My King my love life, you belong to me ! '' Destinee 's vocalism calls him again as if he 's in a spell. He quietly, faintly calls out to her as if she 's in the elbow room `` Destinee… '' Both their centre snap overt simultaneously, his out of fear, and hers from angriness, and shock.

'' What the hell ? '' Her grip loosens, releasing his manhood. `` What did you just prognosticate me ? '' He stands frosty in fear wanting to utter but unable.

She squints her eyes and tilts her head, `` Des -- '' she begins mouthing trying to sympathise what he said. `` Destinee ? Is that her epithet ? That 's her figure is n't it ? ! '' Tears flow down the soft lentigo of her nerve, her voice breaking, she sucks in her lip, her brow weighed down she shakes her head in unbelief, her berm slump. `` So you do ... get laid her ? You were thinking of her the whole prison term ? And here I am unintelligent enough to remember I could relieve oneself you mine. '' `` Isabella it- it 's not like that ! ''

'' Then what the nether region is it ? ! ! '' He attempts to answer `` You know what, save it ! ``

'' Isabella ! ''

'' FUCK YOU ! '' She pushes him on his chest. Being strong than her he does n't run much, just takes a pace back giving her space. She jumps down from the counter and pushes him again. He 's broken her heart into pieces. He gently tries to hold her script `` Isabella the Catholic can you just listen -- ''

She quickly snatches her hands away and slaps the motherfucker out of Jacques Louis David ! So strong his principal turns. St. David licks his lip to taste for blood and touches it just to be sure, turning from the sight of his blood dripped digit back to her, he says calmly `` I 'm not even furious I understand. The initiatory one is free but I 'm not going to let you keep hi --. '' In a ostentation, she backhand 's him ! `` Pínche Pendéjo ( fucking asshole ) '' she spits on his chest, and pushes him again !

Tears in her centre, she 's furious, she 's shaking from the annoyance of him choosing another charwoman over her and it is unbearably painful. He makes one last endeavour to hold her she reluctantly allows him.

'' That 's enough… Please, please check ! '' He tries to lovingly cabinet her.

Look up to him `` Why ca n't you love ME ? ! '' She passionately pleads.

At the audio of hearing her mourn a snag uncontrollably falls from his eye.

'' I- I ( He wants to order her that he does, but that wo n't pull in horse sense to her. He 's trapped between loving two beautiful women and yet he is forced to choose one. He does n't screw that what he 'll say now will help either ) I made an curse word. ''

'' An swearword ? To a adult female, you hardly live ? ! '' She rips out of his arms.

Crying in a mad rage she reaches to the tabulator grabbing a knife `` I got your fucking oath ! '' lunging at St. David he quickly gets control of her wrist joint and wrench it freeing the knife she tries to knee him `` I said ENOUGH ! '' He shouts !

But a combination of her drop off balance and him trying to drive her leg causes her to fall and hit her head on the lower cabinets.

He instantly reaches for her, but she shoves his hand away weeping `` DO N'T stir ME ! '' Davids not mad that she lunged at him with a tongue, not at all, in some odd way he feels he deserves it, maybe for being so blind. Seeing her passion for him, strangely enough, makes him understand just how often she loves him, and seeing her on the floor broken like this is tearing him apart. `` Isabella ! '' he squats down to tend to her. She pushes him backward making him land on his ass sitting just. `` I HATE you ! '' She confesses pointing her finger's breadth at him.

Both of them sit there facing each former, their backs on opposing console gathering their breathing time.

'' I think we both just need to cool off… You should hire a few days off come back and we 'll consume it from there. '' He suggests.

'' You are in NO positioning to enjoin me what to do ! '' Her anger boils over further. She knows he 's right. She just does n't want to hear it from him. She wants to take heed him tell her he loves her but she knows she wo n't hear it from him.

She stands up, drying her eyes, and starts to put on her clothes. `` I 'll eat up the paperwork for this closing after that… I 'm done ! ''

Her news are like an arrow to his nub. `` You leaving m-, I-I mean quitting ? ''

She turns to him buttoning up her blouse, glaring at him, she fixes her hair. David still sits on the floor taken back by all of what transpired this speechless. He knows not to say another word to her. Scowling at him for what seems like forever, she looks like she wants to say something to him, she clenches her jaw, shakes her nous, grabs her pocketbook, and base on balls out.

All he can do is watch her as she storms out of the house. Half naked on this kitchen floor he contemplates his luck and his choices. `` How the hell did I let this happen ? ``

* * To be continued * *