Seeing her shiny boobs and vagina, my penis stood up in the air so tall waiting for her. She pushed my table back, knelt on the floor, spat on the tip of my penis, and continued sucking.
"Mm..hh..mm..auch..." I moaned out my pleasure and held her hair gently making sure it wouldn't hurt so that she could finish faster. I lifted her and stuck my ring finger into her watery vagina, realizing she was already wet and ready, I helped her climb up the chair. She sat on my long-big penis and kissed me deeply sucking liquid from my mouth.
She licked my neck and her hand did not stop combing my innocent hair as if she was charming me. When I felt like she was doing all the work; we switched positions making her sit in the chair. She opened her legs wide and I did not waste time getting my erect penis into it!
"Please...take your...ahh...ti..time" she pleaded.
Sweats covered and run down our faces while the air-conditioned was still on.
"Ahh... ahh...mmm," I released the whitish watery cream on her face. I began to feel like my soul just left my body. I felt weak for a while. That's the craziest thing about sex! She took in a deep sigh and stood up.
"You should have spewed it somewhere else. Now, I need to wash my face." She complained, picking up her dress and staring at me.
"Don't be a kid, that's my washroom right here," I said, pointing my finger at the left door. She quickly run inside and came back in a few minutes.
"I liked it. You are truly bad and dangerous," she remarked and kissed my lips again.
"Take this money." I offered but she rejected, laughed, and went out. 'Why did I let my feelings overcome me today?' After the sex, she lost her beauty and her attractiveness all of a sudden. The sex was good and she is not a prostitute? Who could she possibly be?
I immediately rushed out to fetch more information on her but she was gone. I followed to the exit and saw a red car speed off but I had less confidence it was her. That was an expensive car for a lady to purchase. I concluded and went back to my seat.
"Master, Joan called."
After I took my last shot, Aaron came and whispered in my ears.
"She said you asked her to keep her safe, did you forget about that?." he summed up and stood behind me as he does his work.
"I only assigned her to be my sniper for the day and not this!!" I yelled and hit my glass on the table. That was a dangerous attempt.
Angrily, I stood up from my chair and swam through the busy-drunk dancers; I left the club.
"Let's play a dirty game if you are no loser!" A man in his early fifties requested after he saw me out of the club and crossing the casino. Perhaps, he thought I was boozed and drunk. Swiftly, a young man jumped from the playing floor and blocked my way on the pavement. His face looked more like a spoiled twenty years old school boy.
"My father is talking to you, man. Nobody dares turn his back on him!" for a moment, I thought he was being sarcastic. "You don't want me to repeat my words!" He arrogantly added.
I just snubbed my finger and before I could feel the vibration of the fingers, I saw him being hung up in the air. Aaron lifted him like a baby.
"Is that how you respond to my call for a game of chase? Killing son? Let go of him, please." The old fella pleaded on behalf of his spoiled child.
It would have been unprofessional if I touched him so allowed my bodyguard to teach some lessons and put respect for him. When I snubbed the second time, Aaron threw him on the snooker board.
"I think that is enough for a spoiled child." I tacked my suit and moved a little close to the man so that, my nose could touch his.
"He is no spoiled child, he's super brave! Not a coward like you," He teased me and giggled.
Those fucken words slapped my proud heart and sunk beneath me. I vexed and ground my teeth against each other; the upper and the lower.
"I'll give you ample time to prepare for this match! In three days, bring along all you have except this courageous son of yours, or else I may serve him to you as dinner!"
I bragged, stepped back, and realized all eyes were on us. The manager came to shut him up and I headed for the door.
"Bring along something you don't cherish!" he threw another stupid phrase at me. Why would I keep something I don't cherish? I gave him a cat attitude and went to my mansion to see if Joana had Barbara. She had been on my mind even when I was having sex. She would pay for it, yeah! She needed to. She had had me risking my life trying to save her poor miserable life, no, she is attractive. She can't be miserable but maybe, she could. 'The bodies I swam through earlier had made me stink bad.' I thought for myself and proceeded straight to my washroom.
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Barbara's Pov:
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It was such a great day going out with my savior.
"You've not told me my name still, is your name a secret?" I interrogated but she continue to fool around.
"I'm not a kid, I'm twenty-two years and..." She blasted out a hard laugh. She was still treating me like her kid sister. Even at the restaurant, she offered to feed me while I had my right hand working. 'Who does that?'
"Did I hear you say twenty-two? You might be crazy. Looking at you, I guess you are twelve." She burst out the laughter again. This time, I joined her to laugh. I saw nothing funny but we made an adequate.
'Are you a warrior nun?' I also made fun of her glancing through her black eyeglasses.
She was so tall and behaved more like a man. She pushed my wheelchair: to the boutique, salon, and cafeteria. She just didn't complain she was tired of me. Probably, I might not be that heavy. Suddenly, my face began to shrink when my laughter vanished when The Devil came into mind. I began to panic all of a sudden.
"What's wrong?" She figured my sudden emotional change and came to sit by my side. She lifted the packages she bought for me and placed them on my bed to make space for her tall legs.
'Has Devil ever loved...no sorry...will he take my gift?"
"Well, I don't talk much about my master. I've never gifted him and I think you are the first person to sacrifice your heart for him. Just try if he would take your gift." She warned and played with my cheeks, thinking I were her little sister but I liked it though. She made me feel being catered and cared for but Devil's folly spoiled the moment. "But, are you not afraid of him?" She added asking me such a rhetorical dump question. Who was not afraid of the Devil?
'I am.'
"Then how do you expect to get close to someone you are afraid of? Just hit your chest and shout, I am not afraid of the Devil."
She motivated me. I thought of it and noticed she was right.
"I'm not afraid of Don Devil!!!..." Immediately I shouted to my satisfaction, she tapped my tie top stop draw my attention. My soul left my body when I saw the Devil standing at my door and watching us.