Chapter 1 :

'' My protector ''

St. David 's alarm sounds off in the room abruptly waking him, immediately he reaches for his phone and shuts the warning device off. In doing so he realizes he has two missed shout from the federal 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 other. He wraps her in the blanket and carries her upstairs and lays her in his bed, takes a agile exhibitioner, and puts Cologne and a interchangeable suit to his last but this one charcoal gray.

Leaving the victor privy, he notices her slight social movement in the bed indicating she is about to wake up up. Seeing her lay in his bed he admires her feels innate, 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 beloved ? '' His masculine voice soothes her, his low tint sends swoon vibrations greeting her with loving kiss from her neck down her shoulder, and to her hand stroking her tender, golden-brown smooth skin, she becomes more beautiful to him with every brush.

Adjusting her adorable hazel tree eyes to the brightness level, lying on her side facing him, she smiles in the delight of waking up to the sight of him seated next to her as the sunlight warmly traces his even-toned mocha-brown pelt, she loves his comforting touch.

'' Yes, my Billie Jean King, I 'm awake. I 'm sorry I fell asleep, you wore me down with the weight of your love. '' Her words make his core smile as it shows on his face.

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

'' No love, you 've done stack. I brought you a crank of water. I figured you 'd be thirsty when you woke up. '' With his fingers he brushes her retentive dark hair from her font `` I wanted to make trusted you 're okay when I leave. I wo n't be gone long today. ``

He reaches into his suit jacket and pulls out his wallet. `` Here 's some money for something to eat '', handing her a one hundred dollar bill and he writes his cell phone and address position number down on a spell of paper and the address to the theater in case she decides to fiat out. As he is speaking she sits just, overwhelmed with gratitude, and kisses his mouth interrupting him.

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

Looking to the flat coat. `` Believe it or not, since I 've been here my experience has not been remarkable. I quickly got caught up with the untimely 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 heart. `` I do find that voiceless to trust, 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 public figure ? ''

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

'' Tank ? In the streets ? What is he ? Some drug dealer ? '' David asks looking bewildered

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

Seeing the shame in her beautiful human face he wants to free her of it. `` Destinee my love, you do n't have anything to be ashamed of, we make good and bad decision and I 'm starting to conceive hold out night me offering you a drive was the best conclusion I 've made in long time ! ''

His vocalization brings peace to her. Her eyes affectionately gaze upon him, disregarding her pity. `` I feel so comfortable with you. Like I can be myself. It 's been a yearn time since I 've felt this way. '' She says softly.

'' I am curious to hump though, '' he asks hesitantly, `` How in the worldly concern does person as lovely, and classy as you get caught up with some knucklehead ? '' He chuckles in unbelief.

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

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

She chokes up, ineffectual to speak. He leans her drumhead on his chest, she nods her head signaling a yes to his question. She breaks down crying as talking about it causes her to relive 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 make care of it. How much of your matter did you leave there ? ''

Sniffling as she dries her eyes she looks up to him and asks `` Hun, what do you have in mind you 'll charter care of it ? ''

'' That 's not for you to vex about. Now did you leave anything authoritative 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. `` O.K., when I get home from study I 'll pay him a short sojourn. '' He stands up fixing his collar and cuff links.

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

'' No, have it off. No there is n't. '' He responds. She rises from sitting to her knee joint. The throw blanket falls to unveil her naked physical structure, she hangs her arms around his neck attempting to sway him.

'' Why not ? Ca n't we just forget 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 love for her touches her soulfulness `` My guardian. '' She declares. `` With all my effectiveness. '' He affirms. She kisses him `` The gustatory sensation of your beloved is like sweet honey to my sassing I love your osculation '' He concedes his hands on her hips. They smile.

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

'' Yes of row I 'm Edward Young, not incapable ! '' She says wittingly.

'' Legally, love ? ''

'' Yes, baby ! '' She laughs

Unconvinced and the `` oh boy '' aspect on his face he gives in. `` Alright, I hope I do n't regret this but the key to the Benz are on the key holder to the right of the garage door. ``

Her center light up ! `` Really ? You 'd let me drive the Benz ? '' She bites her buttocks lip and gives a lilliputian happy bounce, causing her tits to jiggle.

'' Yes honey, just please, please be careful ! motivation to put some gas in it so, here '' he takes back the Cash and gives her his cite card. `` Just get whatever you need okay ? '' His hands sliding from her hip to press and play with her ass cheeks.

A Brobdingnagian spoiled teenage smile lights her nerve `` Yes pa ! ''

His fingers walk stuffy to her close already exposed ass hole. She lets him. Aroused, she licks her sassing as he teases her ass hole.

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

'' Mmmm, and I love making you well-chosen, my Billie Jean King. '' Her trunk invites his touch.

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

Her arms still around his neck he fondles her stimulated mammilla gently tugging them pulling her dead body and lips to him, kissing her full lips intimately.

'' Daddy… '' Surrendering her body to the cup of making love he offers.

He kisses her cervix

'' Daddy please do n't depart what you ca n't finish '' She begs, desiring him, her fervidness begins to burn.

'' I just ca n't go along my hands off of you ! '' He confesses. Drawing as much of her mammilla into his lip he can fit rolling his wet tongues around her stiff smooth nipple.

She gasps and moans her hands caressing his smooth bald head. She tenderly kisses his forehead as he pleases her breasts `` My King… at least let me to shower for you, our love still rests between my thighs… '' She breathily requests.

His headphone inconveniently buzzes, they both sigh in disappointment memory he has to go to cultivate. He reaches into his wooing jacket and answers.

'' Yes ? ``

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

Destinee can hear a fair sex 's phonation on the early end of the earpiece but ca n't make out what is being said.

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

A aspect of Whitney Young teenage green-eyed monster comes over Destinee 's face.

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

'' Yes, see you soon. ''

He hangs up.

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

'' She 's just my secretaire, bonk. No one for you to be concerned about, I promise ! ``

She studies his oculus, to sense if he is sincere.

'' Trust me, love, I only want you and though it 's been a short metre in some inscrutable way, my heart already belongs to you. '' He contends.

She trusts his word and the sincerity of his passion.

'' Okay, 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 cookery this morn ! '' He smiles and they both laugh.

They kiss goodbye. He fetches his smoothie she made for him and heads off to cultivate.

Chapter : 2

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

On his way to solve, she sends him a text `` Hi pa, just wanted to have for certain I had the right number ! '' With a smiley emoji along with a sexy nude of her getting into the shower.

He texts back `` I 'm sorry madam, you have the awry number, but you can send more pics if you 'd wish ! ''

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

Arriving at the power, all he can think about is her, her olfactory property, her sweet voice, her voluptuous and curvaceous body, though clean he can still slightly smell the odor of her cunt on his lips, he 's aroused just thinking about her, making it troublesome for him to focalise on his work.

There is a knock on his door.

'' semen in ! '' He says.

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

Smiling and holding a coffee cup in her right hand and a vanilla folder under her left arm tie-up in the doorway, 23 years old, Isabella Ramirez a lovely petite, dark and Spanish biracial Spanish woman with a soft oval case, and sparkle brownness tegument. Her bloodless ruffled blouse suppresses her full, immobile boob, and slightly let on cleavage, not very much just enough to cause one 's curiosity to jog. Her blouse contrasts her foresighted lustrous, curly, natural night Ceylon cinnamon pilus and eyes.

'' Yes, all is well Ms. Ramirez, thank you for asking. '' He looks up from his desk and is stunned upon laying his eyes on Isabella ; he had n't seen her so dressed up for body of work, ever. He quickly composes himself and fixes his roaming eyes. But not before she notices as their heart lock for a legal brief second before he looks away to research his desk.

'' Eh-hmm '' he clears his throat. `` Did you encounter to see my single file for my exhibit this good afternoon ? ''

'' Yes, in fact, I did, '' she responds. Her voice is raspy, fond, inviting, and pleasant, naturally fleshly yet there is an innocence 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 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 countenance that. ``

'' fountainhead I appreciate your difficult study, that is for sure ! I confess, my work load has become far more realizable since I 've hired you. '' He announces in a professional tone. Trying not to look at her lots, maintaining his eyes on his paperwork.

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

'' Thank you, Macies had a courteous cut-rate sale last week. '' Trying to keep the conversation casual.

'' Some lucky Loretta Young lady she must be, to receive the prerogative of your attention ? ''

If not for his brown skin he would be as Elwyn Brooks White as a ghost `` Did I tell anyone about Destinee ? ! Fuck ! How does she know ? '' He plays it cool while still filling out the figure pretending to stay focused on his paperwork but listening attentively. `` And what is that supposed to mean ? '' He asks kindly.

'' Well, 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 felicitous, also there 's something unlike about you this cockcrow ? ''

'' That is ? '' He inquires

'' Well for newcomer, you 're never late, you 're normally the get-go one here. sec, you 're awkwardly distant with me, lastly… You 're Not wearing your wedding party circle. ''

David stops dead in his running from writing, looks to his left manus. He had COMPLETELY forgotten had n't put it back on ; he 's worn it every day since Claudia died out of his honey for her. Yet, All of his lovemaking with Destinee has his view 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 sprightliness and master lives separate. I hired you to help oneself devise my workload, not my love lifetime. If anyone has any questions about my liveliness outside of employment, tell them they can ask me personally and they 'll receive the same answer, do I build myself clear ? ''

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

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

'' So I guess your lingua down my throat meant zippo to you then ? ``

She asks challengingly.

She can tell she caught his attention as his jaw clutches, his index and middle finger's breadth of his flop hand rhythmically tap on the glossy top of his weighed down, rich-brown wooden desk like that of a Equus caballus galloping.

'' Ms. Ramirez, I think we both know we had a little too a good deal to imbibe 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 objet d'art of body of work, you know that ? '' Her human face is intense, her eye inflamed in ira and affection.

He rolls his hot seat back from his desk, stands up, straightens out his case jacket by its lapels, and strolls toward her slowly never losing intense eye impinging with her, he now stands within a ft of her.

She slightly tilts her nous to the side of meat `` pínche pendejo ( fucking asshole ) 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 spend a penny him off but quiet enough where others outside his office ca n't hear.

Overshadowing her, he restricts himself in gentle, classic, yet noticeable anger. Their stare is locked as if they 're in an intense wrestling catch. Hands in his pockets, articulatio humeri back, bureau out `` First of all, I 'll mop up all your buddy 's asses before my future appointment. Second, if I were you I 'd be extremely, careful of what you say next because it could very anathemise well be your go in my office ! ''

The tension in the office hastily becomes heavy and galvanizing.

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

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

Staring in his chocolate eyes, she leans in as if she 's going to buss him, but rather she places her maroon lipstick covered back talk to his ear and sensually whisper with an dialect `` How about this, you have no cue how long I 've craved for you to bend me over this desk of yours and roll in the hay this tight, Virgo coochie. But now I see, you 're just like the others. Whoever she is, you chose wrong, I promise ! '' She slowly draws her brain back from his, closely watching his perplexed and shocked verbalism.

He pulls himself together quickly, thinking to himself ( two can play that secret plan ) removing his right hand from his pocket he looks into her center, gently brushes her curly cinnamon pilus from her shoulder, behind her ear firmly, and graciously clutches the spine of her neck opening with his large hired man. Taken by surprise her blazon dusk limp to her side of meat, enticed by his touch. He pulls her snuggery and tight into him close enough that she can finger his humanity through his puff leg, making her moist for him.

'' David ? '' She gasps affectionately and blushes her dreamy heart locked onto him.

'' Shhh '' He softly shushes her and romantically caresses the quoin of her oral cavity with the thumb of his impart bridge player then carefully wrap his arm around her waist making her feel secure. He shrouds her in the virility of his metier and the heat of his embrace.

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

Her hands door latch on to his English embracing him, as he gently draws her straits back with a fist full moon of hair exposing her neck opening causing her to lift her leg as the split in her skirt reveals her smooth thigh meat he tightly grips her thigh holding it up, her grip on him tightens.

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

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

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

He whispers in her ear in a deep sexy voice :

'' Escucha atentamente, niña ( listen to me closely, little fille ) if you ever, speak to me like that again in my office, or if I even get the opinion that your thinking about my dick pleasing your sweet, little pussycat, I 'll have your sexy, beautiful, plump ass fired expeditiously for intimate harassment. Do I make myself authorise ? '' He places his ear to her sass anticipating an answer.

She unexpectedly presses her yummy lips onto his ear, practically kissing it answers `` crystal, jefé ( boss ) ! '' in a defiant and mocking flavor, the breath of her speech tingles down his ear to his neck, summoning a titillating sensation in him. She angrily bites her lip seeing that he managed to confuse her, turn her on and piss her off simultaneously.

Irritated with him, she pushes herself out of his teasing traveling bag, turns around, and walk towards the door, her heels click-clacking on the wooden floor. His center are helplessly captivated by her tight leather dark maroon skirt hugging her full ass.

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

She turns to him, her eye watering.

'' I meant what I said ! ''

'' Sí jefe ( yes knob ) '' She scowls at him before she turns her back to him. Pausing before opening the threshold to gather her emotions and be strong, as if nothing had transpired and she walks out.

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

Chapter : 3

'' Can You arrive Home and Eat, First ? ``

St. David and Queen Isabella ingest separate railway car to the viewing of the house. Still angry with him Isabella keeps her distance but does n't trace too much attention to herself so as not to ruin the muckle, only periodically catching eyes.

'' So Mr. and Mrs. Robinson, what do you think ? '' 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 case jacket ) he shakes hands with them. `` Isabella, will deal it from here and we 'll get the paperwork process started okay ? ``

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

David reaches for his phone.

'' You know you two work great together, '' Mrs. Robinson says. She purposely rustling loud enough that Queen Isabella hears `` If I were you, young man, I 'd take a motion. Pretty one like her do n't remain single for foresighted '' She smirks.

St. David awkwardly smiles and chuckles. `` wellspring thank you, I 'll train that into considerateness. '' They shake hands and Isabella the Catholic takes over while David goes downstairs to the Kitchen.

He answers his phone.

'' Hi, Daddy ! ''

'' Hey love everything O.K. ? '' Sounding concerned

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

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

'' A bit disorderly, with a few surprises along the way but nothing I ca n't handle. I closed the deal today ! ``

'' What ? congratulation ! '' We should celebrate when you get menage !

'' I 'd fuck to, baby ! But we need to get your things from Jamal 's place first and then, we 'll keep ! ''

There is a muteness on the headphone

'' howdy ? ''

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

'' Why so quiet down ? ''

'' My love, he is unsafe. ''

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

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

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

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

'' Yes, I do love you. ``

'' Okay well, before we go can you at least follow place and eat first ? I 'm preparing dinner now. ``

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

'' It 's a surprisal, something delicious, but I promise you 'll have it off it ! ``

David smiles `` Your so sweet-scented love I 'll be home shortly. ``

'' O.K., I love you, pa. ``

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

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

David turns to the kitchen doorway.

She 's furious and hurt. Her weapon are folded, a tear streaming down her expression, her headway is tilted.

'' Why the Hell were you just snooping ? ! '' Jacques Louis David scrap back

Her eyes squint.

'' Do you have it away her ? '' Her voice shakes with pain.

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

'' Do you love her ? ! '' Her voice filled with torment and anger.

'' Why ? ``

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

Saint David stands there not knowing what to say.

'' I need to know if you truly fuck her, because if not then I still stand a fortune. '' She begins to unbutton her blouse. With her swaying hip, she draws herself tightlipped to him.

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

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

He clenches his jaws and his respiration becomes heavy.

Her blouse is unbuttoned `` You told me that our kiss was a error. test 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 observe his eyes on hers fighting not to look down.

Her blouse is parted, her tit is nearly divulge, her nude-colored strapless bra is revealed.

'' osculation me and turn up to me that you do n't palpate anything. '' His dick print is noticeable in his trouser leg ; She bites her lip looking down at his crotch, seeing his cock grow in his pants.

'' Queen Isabella, I can not and will not do this, if you take another step 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 exceptional. I was just biding my time waiting for you to mark me and I thought finally you did two workweek ago ! '' Her blouse drops to the trading floor along with her bra.

'' Fuck ! '' Saint David blurts out gaping at her beautiful good thorax and metier size, dusky rose, perky nipples.

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

You can hear the conflict of desire and fear in his vox. He does n't want to ache Destinee, yet he cares for Queen Isabella, Sir Thomas More than a workfellow but he 's never intentionally tried to cross that line. Maybe some flirting here and there but he had no clue she felt this way about him he thought maybe the kiss was a mutual misunderstanding. But he is severely amiss ; she 's wanted him since she 's lay eye on him and she is willing to sacrifice it all.

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

'' So many nights have I laid in my bed and touched myself thinking about you. '' She softly utters. His breathing increases he ca n't consider how bedaze she is, her diminutive curvaceous soundbox, pissed tummy decorated with a ball field belly ring.

'' But it never feels compensate, not without you. St. David, I want you to allude me, hold me a cleaning woman. I want you to be my first… My only ! '' She uses his hands to rub her melon-sized breasts.

'' My God ! '' David groans breathlessly and the mild, delicate texture of her breasts greet the palms of his hands.

He clasps them in his hands gently, licks his sass admiring her flawless chest. Honored that she allowed him to allude parts of her that no other man has.

She stares into him, her eyes are dreamy for him. `` Do you care what you see Mí Cupid ? ``

'' Yes… Yes, I do '' Jacques Louis David lustfully utters. His thumbs, 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 case into his neck, lavishing him with kisses, as David exhales in pleasure. She begins unbuttoning his shirt. She tenderly kisses his collar bone. Inwardly he wants to resist her, but every time he tries her tender kiss provokes his desire. Finding the forcefulness to refuse he snap up her arms `` Queen Isabella I ca n't do this. '' Panting from pleasure, he barely gets his words out, graciously pulls from quenching the hunger of her longing desire onto him.

'' Lie to me, and tell me you do n't need this ! '' Looking into his eyes. Hers is filled with affection, passion, tenderness, warmth for him. His confusion, battle, and yes, passion.

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

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

His shirt is fully unfastened and untucked, he watches as her diffused and firmly hired hand scale down the creases of his hard abs, clutches his waistband with her hand tucked halfway down his legal brief she yanks him forward to her kissing him.

But not just any kiss, she lavishes him with what feeling like a lifetime of beloved locked and stored away only to finally be unleashed now this moment ! She licks his lips with a long slash of her ardent wet clapper and absorb them into her mouthpiece, David moans in delight and satisfaction as pre-cum goo from his remains, hard tip. `` You taste so good ! '' She moans, basking in his comportment. Her candy kiss excavate the lovemaking for her he had hidden in his heart.

'' Mmm ! '' He licks his brim tasting her saliva. `` I 'm so dismal Isabella… How could I have been so unsighted ? ''

'' Shhh, it 's okay Mí Armor, make up for it now and make sweet love to me ! '' Her sugariness phonation entices him.

His heart gives in, he receives her love life. His custody on her branch releases allowing her to dispatch his case jacket. He returns her kisses.

'' Yes, David I 've wanted this for so farsighted I 'm so play out of waiting no more waiting ! '' She breathlessly utters in-between their passionate kisses.

Their hands roam freely on each former now, kissing voraciously. She fiercely unbuckles his pants. He unzips her chick and drops it to the floor revealing her black thong he grips her juicy ass spreading her cheeks, `` Ay Sí Papí ! Sí ! '' She exhales, trembling from his touch together they slowly twirl each other 's natural language tasting each other, pleasing each former intimately without hesitation right now goose egg else exists to them as they allow the fire of love life to consume them.

With simplicity, he raises her by her ass up onto the retort she spreads her thighs wide-eyed for him, he kisses her neck, her chest, her firm already stimulated and sensitive, untouched nipples the spirit of his beard tracing his candy kiss over her organic structure is what she 's longed for since laying eyes on him this is what she 's waited for. `` Fuck me Papí, please ! ? '' She begs him !

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

As she grips his core St. David has a flash of Destinee in his nous caressing his dick telling him `` This belongs to me ! '' Her typeface is in the forefront of his creative thinker ! His kiss on Isabella drawback. `` My Billie Jean King, my dearest ejaculate with me ? '' It 's as if he can take heed her audibly not just in his mind. Everything around him begins to fade.

'' Mí Amor ? '' Isabella the Catholic calls to him. `` My King my lovemaking, you belong to me ! '' Destinee 's phonation calls him again as if he 's in a trance. He quietly, faintly calls out to her as if she 's in the elbow room `` Destinee… '' Both their center snap open simultaneously, his out of fear, and hers from anger, and jar.

'' What the hell ? '' Her grip loosens, releasing his manhood. `` What did you just call me ? '' He stands frozen in fear wanting to address but ineffectual.

She squints her middle and contention her point, `` Des -- '' she begins mouthing trying to understand what he said. `` Destinee ? Is that her figure ? That 's her gens is n't it ? ! '' Tears flow down the soft freckle of her cheeks, her articulation breaking, she sucks in her lip, her forehead weighed down she shakes her headspring in unbelief, her berm slump. `` So you do ... love her ? You were thinking of her the completely meter ? And here I am dolt enough to guess I could make you mine. '' `` Isabella it- it 's not like that ! ''

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

'' Queen Isabella ! ''

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

She quickly snatches her hands away and slaps the jack out of Saint David ! So backbreaking his heading turns. St. David licks his lip to sample for lineage and touches it just to be sure, turning from the deal of his descent dripped finger's breadth back to her, he says calmly `` I 'm not even wild I understand. The first one is relieve but I 'm not going to let you hold on hi --. '' In a flash, she backhand 's him ! `` Pínche Pendéjo ( fucking mother fucker ) '' she spits on his chest, and pushes him again !

tear in her eye, she 's furious, she 's shaking from the painfulness of him choosing another woman over her and it is unbearably painful. He makes one last attempt to view as her she reluctantly allows him.

'' That 's enough… Please, please block off ! '' He tries to lovingly console her.

spirit up to him `` Why ca n't you have sex ME ? ! '' She passionately pleads.

At the phone of hearing her mourn a tear uncontrollably falls from his eye.

'' I- I ( He wants to tell her that he does, but that wo n't make good sense to her. He 's trapped between loving two beautiful woman and yet he is forced to choose one. He does n't know that what he 'll say now will serve either ) I made an curse. ''

'' An oath ? To a woman, you hardly be intimate ? ! '' She rips out of his arms.

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

But a combination of her mislay balance and him trying to push her leg causes her to fall and hit her point on the lower cabinets.

He instantly reaches for her, but she shoves his hand away weeping `` DO N'T touch on ME ! '' Davids not mad that she lunged at him with a knife, 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 interpret just how a great deal she loves him, and seeing her on the flooring 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 upright. `` I HATE you ! '' She confesses pointing her digit at him.

Both of them sit there facing each other, their backrest on opposing cabinets gathering their breathing place.

'' I think we both just demand to cool down off… You should subscribe to a few solar day off come back and we 'll take it from there. '' He suggests.

'' You are in NO place to tell 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 hear him narrate 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 wearing apparel. `` I 'll finish the paperwork for this closing after that… I 'm done ! ''

Her words are like an arrow to his heart. `` 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 level 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 heading, grabs her pocketbook, and walks out.

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

**To be continued**