Chapter 1 :

'' My shielder ''

David 's alarm system sounds off in the room abruptly waking him, immediately he reaches for his phone and shuts the alert off. In doing so he realizes he has two missed calls from the spot. To his amazement, Destinee is still strait asleep. Looking down at her body still laying on his, he smiles and kisses her forehead. He pushes himself up and she still clings 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 speedy shower bath, and puts eau de cologne and a similar suit to his finis but this one charcoal grey grey.

Leaving the master bathroom, he notices her tenuous effort in the bed indicating she is about to awaken up. Seeing her lay in his bed he admires her look cancel, as though she belongs there, it simply feels right.

He sits on the bed following to her and rustling in her ear `` You awake my love ? '' His masculine vocalisation soothes her, his low tone sends faint vibrations greeting her with have sex kisses from her neck down her shoulder, and to her helping hand stroking her pinnace, golden-brown smooth skin, she becomes more beautiful to him with every encounter.

Adjusting her lovely hazel middle to the light, 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 skin, 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 heart smile as it shows on his face.

'' Can I get you anything before you leave for employment daddy ? '' Kissing his bridge player

'' No love, you 've done plentifulness. I brought you a chicken feed of water supply. I figured you 'd be thirsty when you woke up. '' With his fingers he brushes her long dark tomentum from her fount `` I wanted to cook sure 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 telephone set and direct situation numeral down on a objet d'art of paper and the address to the house in type she decides to order out. As he is speaking she sits upright, overwhelmed with gratitude, and kisses his lips interrupting him.

'' Mmm ( tasting her candy kiss on his backtalk ) what was that about making love ? I mean I do n't listen your kisses, '' He laughs. `` Did I miss something, sweet love ? ''

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

He lifts her pass and pulls her closely to him to console her, as her words grieve his heart. `` I do find that hard to believe, how the netherworld could someone treat a adult female as beautiful as you so horribly ? And your ex ? The Noel Coward that put you out in that violent storm, what 's his name ? ''

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

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

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

Seeing the pity in her beautiful face he wants to liberate her of it. `` Destinee my lovemaking, you do n't have got anything to be ashamed of, we make good and bad decision and I 'm starting to conceive last Night me offering you a drive was the comfortably decision I 've made in yr ! ''

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

'' I am rummy to bonk 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 disbelief.

'' Well long story shortly, after all the burnished gift and money spent on me, he felt as if he owned me and affair escalated very fast. If I missed his telephone set call 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 men on you ? ``

She chokes up, unable to talk. He leans her head on his dresser, she nods her head signaling a yes to his motion. She breaks down crying as talking about it causes her to relive some of it in her mind.

He 's subdue with zeal for her, and anger toward him. `` Shhhh, it 's hunky-dory baby… It 's okay. '' He caresses and consoles her. `` I 'll study attention of it. How much of your thing did you leave there ? ''

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

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

She pauses and thinks for a moment `` dearest it 's zero I would gamble you going to get. ``

'' So the solvent is yes. '' He confirms. `` Okay, when I get plate from work I 'll pay him a little visit. '' He stands up fixing his apprehension 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 safety at the same time.

'' No, love. No there is n't. '' He responds. She rises from sitting to her knees. The throw mantle falls to let on her au naturel eubstance, she hangs her arms around his neck attempting to carry him.

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

'' If he hurt you, he hurt me, and those who hurt me repent ever doing so ! '' He confidently states. His beloved for her hint her individual `` My shielder. '' She declares. `` With all my strength. '' He affirms. She kisses him `` The taste of your love is like sweet beloved to my lips I love your kisses '' He concedes his deal on her pelvis. They smile.

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

'' Yes of course I 'm Brigham Young, not unequal to ! '' She says wittingly.

'' Legally, screw ? ''

'' Yes, baby ! '' She laughs

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

Her eyes light up ! `` Really ? You 'd let me force back the Benz ? '' She bites her bottom lip and gives a niggling happy leap, causing her tits to jiggle.

'' Yes honey, just please, please be thrifty ! Need to put some gas in it so, here '' he takes back the cash and gives her his credit card. `` Just get whatever you need okay ? '' His hired man sliding from her rose hip to squeeze and play with her ass cheeks.

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

His fingers walk closer to her fast already exposed ass gob. 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 well-chosen, my King. '' Her body invites his touch sensation.

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

Her arms still around his cervix he fondles her stimulated tit gently tugging them pulling her body and mouth to him, kissing her full phase of the moon lips intimately.

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

He kisses her neck

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

'' I just ca n't go on my hand off of you ! '' He confesses. Drawing as much of her nipple into his sass he can fit rolling his wet tongues around her cockeyed smooth nipple.

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

His speech sound inconveniently buzzes, they both sigh in disappointment remembering he has to go to work. He reaches into his suit jacket and answers.

'' Yes ? ``

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

Destinee can hear a cleaning lady 's voice on the early end of the phone but ca n't make out what is being said.

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

A smell of immature teenage jealousy comes over Destinee 's face.

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

'' Yes, see you soon. ''

He hangs up.

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

'' She 's just my secretarial assistant, do it. No one for you to be concerned about, I promise ! ``

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

'' Trust me, love, I only want you and though it 's been a unretentive time in some occult way, my pith already belongs to you. '' He contends.

She trusts his word and the sincerity of his passion.

'' okay, I believe you, my power. '' She smiles.

'' But I do induce to get out of here. I have a very crucial designation 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 good-by. He fetches his smoothie she made for him and heads off to sour.

Chapter : 2

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

On his way to work, she sends him a school text `` Hi daddy, just wanted to make surely I had the correctly issue ! '' With a smiley emoji along with a aphrodisiac nude of her getting into the shower.

He texts back `` I 'm sorry dame, you have the wrong telephone number, but you can send more motion-picture show if you 'd like ! ''

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

Arriving at the business office, all he can think about is her, her scent, her sweet vox, her sonsie and stacked soundbox, though blank he can still slightly smell the scent of her puss on his rim, he 's aroused just thinking about her, making it troublesome for him to concenter on his work.

There is a roast on his door.

'' Come in ! '' He says.

'' Mr. Martin Luther King Jr., good to see you this break of day ! I hope all is well ? ''

Smiling and holding a coffee bean cup in her right hand and a vanilla pamphlet under her left wing arm stands in the doorway, 23 years old, Isabella Ramirez a lovely petite, black and Spanish biracial Spanish adult female with a subdued oval face, and light Brown University peel. Her white ruffled blouse suppresses her full, solid boob, and slightly uncover segmentation, not very much just enough to make one 's wonder to jog. Her blouse contrasts her long glossy, curly, natural dark cinnamon hair 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 Queen Isabella ; he had n't seen her so dressed up for work, ever. He quickly composes himself and fixes his roaming eyes. But not before she notices as their centre lock for a brief minute before he looks away to search his desk.

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

'' Yes, in fact, I did, '' she responds. Her vox is raspy, warm, inviting, and pleasant, naturally sensual 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 umber just the way you like it ! '' She sets it on his desk. `` You truly are incredible Queen Isabella ! I could n't ask for a better assistant. ''

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

'' wellspring I appreciate your punishing work, that is for sure ! I confess, my workload has become far more achievable since I 've hired you. '' He announces in a professional tone. Trying not to look at her much, maintaining his eyes on his paperwork.

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

'' Thank you, Macies had a dainty sale last workweek. '' Trying to keep the conversation casual.

'' Some golden young lady she must be, to cause the privilege of your care ? ''

If not for his brown skin he would be as Patrick White as a ghost `` Did I tell anyone about Destinee ? ! Fuck ! How does she live ? '' He plays it cool while still filling out the forms pretending to persist 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 morning ? ''

'' That is ? '' He inquires

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

David stops dead in his racetrack from writing, looks to his left mitt. He had COMPLETELY forgotten had n't put it back on ; he 's worn it every day since Claudia died out of his love for her. Yet, All of his lovemaking with Destinee has his intellection 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 lives separate. I hired you to help machinate my work load, not my love life history. If anyone has any inquiry about my life outside of work, tell them they can ask me personally and they 'll receive the same solvent, do I pee-pee myself clear ? ''

Aggravated, and a bit trauma. 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 shake off it.

'' So I guess your knife down my throat meant naught to you then ? ``

She asks challengingly.

She can assure she caught his attention as his jaw clutches, his index and middle fingers of his right hired man rhythmically tap on the glossy top of his overweight, rich-brown wooden desk like that of a gymnastic horse galloping.

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

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

'' Yes, it was a misunderstanding and it 'll never happen again ? ''

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

He rolls his hot seat back from his desk, stands up, straightens out his suit jacket 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 head to the side `` pínche pendejo ( fucking asshole ) do you reckon I 'm afraid of you ? I have 4 older chum that 'll whoop your ass if you lay a finger on me ! '' She tells him, loud enough to piss him off but quieten enough where others outside his office ca n't hear.

Overshadowing her, he restricts himself in gentle, important, yet detectable anger. Their stare is locked as if they 're in an intense rassling peer. Hands in his pockets, shoulder back, chest out `` First of all, I 'll whip all your buddy 's tail before my future designation. s, if I were you I 'd be extremely, careful of what you say adjacent because it could very bedamn well be your last in my business office ! ''

The tensity in the business office hastily becomes heavy and galvanising.

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

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

Staring in his chocolate eyes, she leans in as if she 's going to kiss him, but rather she places her maroon lipstick covered back talk to his ear and sensually whispers with an dialect `` How about this, you have no clue how hanker I 've craved for you to flex 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 legal injury, I promise ! '' She slowly draws her head back from his, closely watching his perplexed and dismayed aspect.

He pulls himself together quickly, thinking to himself ( two can play that game ) removing his right hand from his pocket he looks into her heart, gently brushes her curly Cinnamomum zeylanicum hair from her articulatio humeri, behind her ear firmly, and graciously clutches the dorsum of her neck with his large manus. Taken by surprise her blazon fall hobble to her side, enticed by his trace. He pulls her cubby and tight into him close enough that she can feel his manhood through his pant leg, making her moist for him.

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

'' Shhh '' He softly shushes her and romantically caresses the corner of her mouth with the thumb of his bequeath script then carefully wrap his arm around her waist making her feeling secure. He shrouds her in the manliness of his strength and the heat of his embracement.

She is thoroughly aroused and wet from the alluring sweetness of his eau de cologne, she succumbs to the dominance of his appease jot.

Her hands latch on to his incline embracing him, as he gently draws her head back with a fist full of hair exposing her neck causing her to lift her leg as the split in her doll reveals her tranquil thigh marrow he tightly grips her second joint holding it up, her grip on him tightens.

She closes her eyes preparing for him to kiss her. He intimately nuzzles her neck `` Yesss this is what I 've wanted… '' she softly moans from her quivering sassing 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 mystifying aphrodisiac voice :

'' Escucha atentamente, niña ( listen to me closely, little girlfriend ) if you ever, speak to me like that again in my office, or if I even get the intuitive feeling that your thinking about my dick pleasing your dessert, little pussy, I 'll possess your sexy, beautiful, plump ass fired expeditiously for sexual harassment. Do I give myself assoil ? '' He places his ear to her rim anticipating an answer.

She unexpectedly presses her luscious lips onto his ear, practically kissing it answers `` Crystal, jefé ( boss ) ! '' in a defiant and mocking tone, the breathing space of her language tingles down his ear to his neck, summoning a titillating star in him. She angrily bites her lip seeing that he managed to bedevil her, turn her on and piddle her off simultaneously.

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

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

She turns to him, her optic watering.

'' I meant what I said ! ''

'' Sí jefe ( yes boss ) '' She scowls at him before she turns her back to him. Pausing before opening the door to tuck her emotions and be solid, as if nothing had transpired and she walks out.

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

Chapter : 3

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

David and Isabella acquire separate cars to the showing of the house. Still raging with him Isabella keeps her length but does n't draw too lots attention to herself so as not to break the heap, 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 married man says excitedly.

'' perfective ! '' David says ( His telephone begins to buzz in his suit jacket ) he shakes hired man with them. `` Queen Isabella, will take it from here and we 'll get the paperwork process started okay ? ``

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

Jacques Louis David reaches for his phone.

'' You know you two work bully together, '' Mrs. Jack Roosevelt Robinson says. She purposely whispers loud enough that Isabella I hears `` If I were you, Young man, I 'd reach a movement. Pretty ones like her do n't stay single for long '' She smirks.

St. David awkwardly smiles and chortle. `` Well thank you, I 'll take that into circumstance. '' They shake hired man and Isabella takes over while Saint David goes downstairs to the Kitchen.

He answers his phone.

'' Hi, Daddy ! ''

'' Hey love everything OK ? '' Sounding touch on

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

'' Well… '' Isabella I walks the couple outside to their car. They catch oculus on her way out. David turns his backbone to her looking out the windowpane over the sink and brings his vocalism down a bit.

'' A bit chaotic, with a few surprise along the way but nothing I ca n't manage. I closed the bargain today ! ``

'' What ? extolment ! '' We should celebrate when you get home !

'' I 'd love to, baby ! But we need to get your things from Jamal 's space first and then, we 'll celebrate ! ''

There is a secrecy on the phone

'' hello ? ''

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

'' Why so quiet ? ''

'' My passion, he is dangerous. ''

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

'' No dear, I 'm serious, 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 coward needs to pay for what he 's done to you. ``

'' You really have sex me do n't you daddy ? ``

'' Yes, I do love you. ``

'' O.K. well, before we go can you at least come home and eat first ? I 'm preparing dinner party now. ``

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

'' It 's a surprise, something Delicious, but I promise you 'll be intimate it ! ``

Jacques Louis David smiles `` Your so sweet love I 'll be home shortly. ``

'' okay, I love you, Daddy. ``

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

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

David turns to the kitchen doorway.

She 's angered and hurt. Her blazon are folded, a bout streaming down her aspect, her point is tilted.

'' Why the Inferno were you just snooping ? ! '' David fights back

Her eyes squint.

'' Do you love her ? '' Her spokesperson shakes with pain.

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

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

'' Why ? ``

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

David stands there not knowing what to say.

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

'' Isabella ! 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 error. try out it ! ``

St. 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 keeps his eyes on hers fighting not to look down.

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

'' kiss me and rise to me that you do n't feel anything. '' His dick print is detectable in his pant leg ; She bites her lip looking down at his crotch, seeing his stopcock grow in his pants.

'' Isabella the Catholic, 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 Sir Thomas More than you already have. I thought we had something special. I was just biding my meter waiting for you to note me and I thought finally you did two weeks ago ! '' Her blouse drops to the floor along with her bra.

'' ass ! '' David blurts out gaping at her beautiful fully breast and sensitive size, dusky rose, perky nipples.

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

You can hear the conflict of desire and awe in his voice. He does n't want to pain Destinee, yet he cares for Isabella the Catholic, to a greater extent than a workfellow but he 's never intentionally tried to cross that parentage. Maybe some flirting here and there but he had no clew she felt this way about him he thought maybe the kiss was a mutual error. But he is severely wrong ; she 's wanted him since she 's laid eyes on him and she is willing to sacrifice it all.

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

'' So many dark have I laid in my bed and touched myself thinking about you. '' She softly utters. His breathing increases he ca n't conceive how stunning she is, her flyspeck curvaceous body, tight stomach decorated with a rhomb belly ring.

'' But it never feels right, not without you. David, I want you to have-to doe with me, defecate me a woman. I want you to be my first… My only ! '' She uses his paw to rub her melon-sized breasts.

'' My God ! '' David groans breathlessly and the soft, frail texture of her tit greet the palms of his hands.

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

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

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

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

Enamored with him she pulls herself into him, closes her eyes, and buries her face into his neck, lavishing him with kisses, as David exhales in pleasure. She begins unbuttoning his shirt. She tenderly kisses his shoe collar bone. Inwardly he wants to resist her, but every metre he tries her cutter buss provokes his desire. Finding the strong suit to defy he grabs her arms `` Isabella I ca n't do this. '' Panting from pleasure, he barely gets his Bible out, graciously pulls from quenching the hunger of her longing desire onto him.

'' Lie to me, and tell me you do n't want this ! '' Looking into his eyes. Hers is filled with philia, passion, rawness, warmth for him. His muddiness, dispute, 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 indulgent and unwaveringly hands scale down the creases of his hard abs, clutches his waistband with her hand tucked halfway down his Jockey shorts she yanks him forward to her kissing him.

But not just any kiss, she lavishes him with what smell like a lifetime of love locked and stored away only to finally be unleashed now this present moment ! She licks his mouth with a farseeing stroke of her warm wet tongue and suck in them into her oral cavity, St. David moans in pleasure and satisfaction as pre-cum oozes from his stiff, concentrated tip. `` You taste so skilful ! '' She moans, basking in his presence. Her candy kiss unearths the honey for her he had hidden in his heart.

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

'' Shhh, it 's okay Mí armor, make up for it now and make scented dearest to me ! '' Her angelic articulation entices him.

His nitty-gritty gives in, he receives her lovemaking. His hold on her arms releases allowing her to remove his suit crown. He returns her kisses.

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

Their hands roam freely on each early now, kissing voraciously. She fiercely unbuckles his pants. He unzips her wench and drops it to the floor revealing her black lash he grips her juicy ass spreading her cheeks, `` Ay Sí Papí ! Sí ! '' She exhales, trembling from his skin senses together they slowly swirl each early 's tongues tasting each other, pleasing each former intimately without falter right now nothing else exists to them as they allow the firing of beloved to eat up them.

With ease, he raises her by her ass up onto the buffet she spreads her thighs wide for him, he kisses her neck, her chest, her firm already stimulated and medium, untouched nipples the belief of his face fungus tracing his buss over her consistency is what she 's longed for since laying oculus on him this is what she 's waited for. `` screwing me Papí, please ! ? '' She begs him !

arrival into his drawers and groaping for his foresighted, fat pleasure stick she does n't lay eyes on it, but she feels his girthy meat she strokes his duration reaching his tip her thumb grazes his cunt, and feels his warm pasty pre-cum they both groan in passion `` Ay Dios mío Papí, por favor ! ( oh my God pa, please ! ) '' She groans, and begs !

As she grips his gist David has a flashing of Destinee in his thinker caressing his dick telling him `` This belongs to me ! '' Her face is in the cutting edge of his judgment ! His buss on Isabella drawback. `` My King, my love come with me ? '' It 's as if he can try her audibly not just in his psyche. Everything around him begins to fade.

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

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

She squints her heart and tilts her principal, `` Des -- '' she begins mouthing trying to understand what he said. `` Destinee ? Is that her epithet ? That 's her name is n't it ? ! '' Tears flow down the delicate freckles of her cheeks, her voice breaking, she sucks in her lip, her forehead weighed down she shakes her head in disbelief, her shoulder joint slump. `` So you do ... love her ? You were thinking of her the solid prison term ? And here I am stupid enough to imagine I could make you mine. '' `` Isabella it- it 's not like that ! ''

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

'' Isabella the Catholic ! ''

'' FUCK YOU ! '' She pushes him on his dresser. Being impregnable than her he does n't run much, just takes a measure back giving her infinite. She jumps down from the counter and pushes him again. He 's broken her mettle into small-arm. He gently tries to hold her workforce `` Isabella I can you just listen -- ''

She quickly snatches her hands away and slaps the red cent out of St. David ! So hard his head turns. Jacques Louis David licks his lip to taste for blood and touches it just to be for sure, turning from the sight of his bloodline dripped finger's breadth back to her, he says calmly `` I 'm not even raging I understand. The first one is relinquish but I 'm not going to let you prevent hi --. '' In a flash, she backhand 's him ! `` Pínche Pendéjo ( fucking asshole ) '' she spits on his chest, and pushes him again !

binge in her eyes, she 's furious, she 's shaking from the pain of him choosing another cleaning lady over her and it is unbearably painful. He makes one last attempt to hold her she reluctantly allows him.

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

smell up to him `` Why ca n't you have it off ME ? ! '' She passionately pleads.

At the speech sound 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 cook good sense to her. He 's trapped between loving two beautiful women and yet he is forced to choose one. He does n't know that what he 'll say now will help oneself either ) I made an oath. ''

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

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

But a combination of her turn a loss symmetry and him trying to labour her leg causes her to devolve and hit her head on the grim cabinets.

He instantly reaches for her, but she shoves his mitt away weeping `` DO N'T TOUCH 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 understand just how much she loves him, and seeing her on the storey broken like this is tearing him apart. `` Isabella I ! '' 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 finger at him.

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

'' I think we both just need to cool off… You should get hold of a few solar day off come back and we 'll take it from there. '' He suggests.

'' You are in NO billet to say me what to do ! '' Her anger boils over boost. She knows he 's veracious. She just does n't want to hear it from him. She wants to get word him tell her he loves her but she knows she wo n't learn it from him.

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

Her quarrel 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 fuzz. David still sits on the story 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 head, grabs her purse, and walk out.

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

**To be continued**