He Who Has The Gold Makes The Rules IV

WILLOW WOODS ESTATES
Miami, Florida
 
“Fucking incompetent bastards.”
 
Vander slammed the telephone down in anger. This is the third private investigator that he’s hired, and no one seems to be able to find out where Darla is at. He missed her, her persona, her wit, and her pussy. He looked down, he noticed every time he thinks about her, and the moments they shared, his dick pulsates.
 
“Darla, where are you.”
 
“There was a knock at the door.
 
“Come in.”
 
Mrs. Levers twisted the doorknob and entered.
 
“Vander, you have a phone call.”
 
“Why couldn’t they call my office?”
 
“Something about the line being busy.”
 
“Mother, can you transfer the call to my office, and if it’s Tangie.”
 
“Yes, I know to tell her, you are out of town until next month. Son, why don’t you give her a chance.”
 
“Mother that woman...something is mentally wrong with her; she follows me around like I’m a little boy, and she can’t give me children.”
 
“Men.”
 
Mrs. Levers turned and pulled the door close.
 
His telephone rang. He lifted the receiver and placed it up to his ear.
 
Tangie’s sister handed the telephone to her.
 
“Baby, how are you.”

Fuck he thought.
 
“When did you get back in town?”
 
“This morning.”
 
“Can I see you; I do not have any clients scheduled.”
 
“Tangie, I thought we agreed to slow things down.”
 
“No you decided that.”
 
“Tangie there is someone else.”
 
He did not want to sink to this level.
 
“Is it serious?”
 
“Yes.”
 
There was silence on the other end.
 
“Baby, I have to go...jetlag and all.”
 
“You will be sorry Vander for fucking with my emotions.”
 
“Tan...”
 
The telephone reception went silent in his ear.
 
Vander reached over and replaced the receiver in the cradle.
 
MOBILE, ALABAMA
 
Mr. Silini heard the front door open and then close. He pulled the covers up. He wanted nothing more to see his son round the corner. He did not want to admit it to himself, but he missed him.
 
Mrs. Silini walked in. He saw the dethroned look in her face. She blamed him entirely for the destruction of her family.
 
“Come here dear.”
 
Mrs. Silini placed her gardening basket on the dresser and walked over to where her husband rested. She sat inches from him.
 
Mr. Silini lifted his wife’s hand.
 
“I never wanted my beliefs to destroy the foundation of this family. Yes, I miss Hunter too. I want you to know, I will straighten this out.”
 
“How can you? I have not heard from our son in almost a month.”
 
“I have my ways dear. And I took the liberty of canceling the sale of the ranch, Hunter’s Haven still belongs in this family.”
 
“Dear that is great, but what becomes of Hunter if he still wants to marry Darla.”
 
Mr. Silini took a deep breath.
 
“To have my son at my side, then I would have to swallow my pride, and have to accept his choice. I prefer you not tell him I said that.”
 
“Then dear we are back to square one. Hunter wants to marry the woman he loves, and he needs to hear your approval.”
 
“Well word has it; she has already spread her legs with Steno.”
 
“They are nothing but rumors.”
 
“Even if they are, it does not lessen the exposure to the ears.”
 
“I love you dear for trying to meet your son half-way on this.”
 
“I want to be the man who put a smile back on his wife’s face, and truthfully, we need heirs in this family.”
 
“I could not agree with you more.”
 
PRAGUE, CZECH REPUBLIC
 
Travis turned over. He felt the bed for Darla. He opened his eyes and lifted his head from off the pillow. He shielded his eyes from the sun streaming through the sheer curtains. His head hit the pillow. He felt his manhood; it was beyond the word strained. “So much for trying to wear out some young pussy.” He threw the covers back, and got out the bed. He looked down.
 
The comforter was neatly folded on a chaise. The food items and serving contents were gone.
 
Travis walked to the door and exited the bedroom. He descended the first staircase, and then the others.
 
“Peter, I would like to audition for your movie after my vacation. However, I have not looked at my upcoming traveling agenda.”
 
Travis entered the kitchen. He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the wall. His palate already tasted the heaps of golden pancakes, crisp turkey bacon strips, the arrangement of tropical fruit, and golden piping hot hash browns on the cooking island.
 
“Darla, this part would not rest for that long. Could you at least come to Hollywood, and read for the part.”
 
“I will call you back Peter.”
 
“I will expect it.”
 
She flipped her cell phone down.
 
“Persistent pest of a man.”
 
Travis looked down at Darla’s legs peeping from under his white shirt.
 
“I hope that’s not what you think of me.”
 
Darla smiled, and then turned around.
 
“For the man, who is not attracted to me, I would just not take your calls.”
 
She placed her cell phone on the cooking island.
 
“Then I might as well enjoy you for all this is worth.”
 
Darla blushed.
 
“Is that a smile I see?”
 
“If it was, then what.”
 
Travis walked around the cooking island. He leaned down and kissed her on the lips.
 
“Good morning.”
 
Both inched back.
 
“Good morning. Would you like some breakfast.”
 
“Yes.”
 
“You can have a seat, and I thought the Adam and Eve concept was a thing of the past.”
 
Darla eyes dropped down to Travis’ semi-flaccid manhood.
 
“You didn’t get the memo.”
 
“It must be under my junk mail.”
 
“Damn, I will have to train that tongue of yours.”
 
“That is no fun.”
 
She placed the spatula down, palmed the sides of his face, and brought his face down to hers. She stood up on her tippy toes, and linked her arms around his neck, she kissed him.
 
Travis gathered Darla in his arms, and probed her mouth with his tongue. He inched back.
 
“You taste like a date tonight.”
 
“I have never been on a date before; this is a good thing correct.”
 
“With me of course.”
 
Darla unlinked her arms, stepped back, and turned around; she pressed the orange into the juicer.
 
Travis lifted his shirt from behind. He rubbed over Darla’s derrière; he leaned down and kissed the back of her ear.
 
“You hurt this old man last night.”
 
Darla turned around. “You would not keep your hands to yourself; I had to put you to sleep somehow.”
 
“I like your bedtime methods.”
 
Travis leaned down and kissed Darla on her lips. He lifted her and inched back.
 
Darla hugged Travis around his neck, and wrapped her legs around his back.
 
Travis leaned against the counter-top. He inched Darla up and palmed his dick. He positioned his manhood at the door of her womanhood.  
 
Travis lifted Darla’s buttocks. Her pussy eased down on his dick.
 
“Ooh baby shit, this dick is fucking sore.”
 
“Don’t worry; last night will never happen again, and after this, nothing.”
 
Travis kissed Darla’s lips. He kissed under her chin, and smashed her buttocks against his groin. He lifted her hips, and controlled her pussy sliding up and down his dick.
 
“Damn, I could never tire of you.”
 
Travis smothered Darla’s mouth.
 
“Uumm.”
 
She lifted her body up and down, squeezing her vaginal muscles in the process.
 
“Dar...”
 
Travis held his forehead against hers, gripping her buttocks tighter, lifting her faster.
 
Darla held onto Travis’ neck tighter.
 
“Oh...Tr….”
 
Both released their essence at the same time.
 
Travis kissed Darla. She palmed the back of his head and arrested his mouth.
 
Travis’ knees slightly buckled behind the feeling coursing through his body.
 
“Damn woman.” Travis took a deep breath and let out a contented sigh. “This feels too good to take my dick out.”
 
Darla kissed the tip of his nose.
 
“I would love to remain like this, but baby, I am starving, and you drained all my strength last night, this morning, and at this very minute.”
 
Travis kissed Darla’s lips again.
 
“I would give you a moment’s breath, but tonight, I will make up for it.”
 
“You have a date.”
 
Darla untied her legs from around Travis’ waist. Travis steadied her on the marble floor.
 
“Could you please get the glasses out the cabinet, while I fix the plates?”
 
“Sure.”
 
“How many men have you sat down for breakfast with?”
 
Darla stopped and turned around.
 
“Where did that question come from?”
 
Travis closed the cabinet door back.
 
“I do not want any other breakfast dates after me.”
 
“For a man who does not find me attracted, or for that matter, do not like me. You are starting to sound like this is a....”
 
“Relationship.”
 
“Is it.”
 
“No.”
 
“Okay, then the answer to your questions. None of your business.”
 
“Oh, it’s like that.”
 
“Well yes, and since I’m no good in the emotional arena, let’s just enjoy each other’s body for my duration, and after three weeks. You will go on with your life, as I will mine, therefore, please do not complicate things, with, what is that word.” Darla snapped her fingers. “Oh yes, emotions.”
 
Travis looked at Darla. Darla could not read his thoughts.
 
“I can live with that.”
 
“Now sit, and let’s eat.”
 
Travis pulled the chair out for Darla.
 
“Thank you so much.”
 
“You’re welcome.”
 
Travis took a seat.
 
Darla fixed Travis a plate and then hers.
 
“Oh, the pitcher of orange juice.”
 
Darla rose and walked around the cooking island. She lifted the pitcher and walked back to the table. She poured Travis a glass of fresh squeezed orange juice; she pivoted to pour her a glass. She sat the pitcher on the table, and took a seat.
 
“Travis, other than being a Director, have you ever starred in a movie.”
 
“No, I always found my thrills behind the camera.”
 
“Is anyone in your family an actor, or actress?”
 
Darla bit into a hash brown.
 
“Yes, my sister is an actress in Great Britain, and my folks never got the acting bug.”
 
“Do your parents stay in California?”
 
“No they reside in Great Britain.”
 
“You are a long way away from home.”
 
“Home is where the heart is.”
 
“That’s a gifted way to analyze it.”
 
“How about you Dr. Cabaña.”
 
“Parents are both Heart Surgeons, graduate of Harvard, single, and no kids. How about you?”
 
“No kids as of yet.”
 
“My ex-fiancé and I were embarking on planning our family; I even went so far as to discontinue taking my birth control pills.”
 
Travis’ fork dropped.
 
“You’re taking something now, correct.”
 
“Not as we speak, but I’m not fertile, yet.”
 
Travis slicked his head back through his hair.
 
“Look, I am in my prime, and I do not want my life ruled, with sniffling, and whining kids. It’s not an adjective in my life I would like to explore.”
 
“Not to worry, we’re not going to make love again.”
 
“Okay then.”
 
Shit! Travis gritted down on his teeth.
 
“Are you going to be ready to fly out in the next two hours?”
 
“I’m sorry.”
 
“To California.”
 
Darla’s eyes lit up.
 
“Yes.”
 
He glanced down at her breasts peeping from the parting of his shirt. He squirmed in his chair.
 
“How long will we be there?”
 
“For a day or two. I need to return some important phone calls.”
 
“I’m so thrilled.”
 
“I see Peter is very persistent in pursuing you.”
 
“Very.”
 
“Are you interesting in starring in one of his movies.”
 
“I’m not an actress.”
 
“No you are not.”
 
“Party Pooper.”
 
“Well not by Hollywood standards.”
 
“By yours I suppose.”
 
“Yes.”
 
Travis forked the last serving of pancakes into his mouth.
 
“Would you like seconds.”
 
He looked over at her lips, her tussled hair, and skin tone.
 
“Yes.”
 
“Coming right up.”
 
Darla stood and lifted Travis’ plate. She walked to the cooking island and placed the plate down on it.
 
Travis stood and walked over to Darla. He slid the shirt down her shoulders. He cupped her breasts and squeezed them. He kissed the back of her neck, and gyrated his dick against her buttocks. He bent her over the cooking island; he leaned down and kissed her upper back.
 
Travis knelt down on his knees. He kissed over Darla’s buttocks. He reached through her legs, and rubbed over her downy hairs; he fiddled with her clitoris.

Oh this man is certified in giving pleasure she thought.
 
Darla reached backwards and placed her hand on Travis’ shoulder. She moved her body back and forth.  
 
Travis separated Darla’s buttocks. He licked a path up to her rectum. He lifted her leg, and mouthed her clitoris.
 
“Oh Travis...” Yes, yes, he knew the master of oral pleasure.
 
Travis stuck his tongue inside Darla’s pussy and suckled the soft flesh.
 
Darla moved her buttocks up and down his face, reaping the benefits of his tongue.
 
Travis inserted his tongue deeper.
 
“Travis...oh.”
 
Darla reached backwards, and grabbed the back of his head; she held it against her buttocks. She lifted on her toes.
 
“I’m...Oh God.”
 
Her climax soared, and then plateau. Her legs wobbled beneath her. Her head felt dazed, her body felt weak.
 
Travis licked over Darla’s anus.
 
This man is wrapping her in a cocoon, if she did not get a grip on her emotions; he would spin her in a web of physical and emotional obsession.
 
Travis bit Darla’s on the buttock, suckled the reddish bruise, and stood.
 
Darla placed her leg down, and was about to turn around.
 
“Not so fast.”
 
Travis palmed his manhood; he lifted one of Darla’s buttocks, and rubbed his pre-cum over the opening to her rectum.
 
“You want this.”
 
Darla covered his palm, and guided it inside her vaginal cove.
 
“Sssss,” Travis hissed.
 
The tightness was resisting his entrance. He pulled it out, and darted it back inside. He rapidly thrust inside of her.
 
“Oh...Travis…Travis.”
 
Darla’s knees weakened.
 
Travis held her by the hips and banged her vaginal passage.
 
“Oh....oh woman.”
 
Travis leaned his head back. He ejaculated inside of her. He palmed her hips and hammered her buttocks against his groin. He slowed the pace.
 
Darla felt sweat droplets drip onto her back.
 
Travis withdrew and kissed Darla on her back.
 
She turned to face him.
 
“You are trying to seduce me.”
 
“Admit it woman, you are past that.”
 
“That was not supposed to have happen.”
 
“That was for old time’s sake.”
 
“Just so you know, it is.”
 
“Yeah, I do not want any kids.”
 
“And to be truthful, I hate condoms.”
 
“Well since we have that settled. Are you ready to get dressed?”
 
“Yes.”
 
“When are you..., you know going to be fertile.”
 
Darla did a quick calculation in her mind.
 
“Actually, I apologize, but I am fertile starting today.”
 
“What the fuck! Why didn’t you tell me!”
 
“I was not thinking. Do not worry; I do not want your stubborn kids.”
 
“Good and I do not want my children’s mother to be...”
 
“To be what.”
 
“Ah...oh forget it. I will be upstairs getting dressed.”
 
“Wait, I thought you said you wanted seconds.”
 
“Which I just had.”
 
He winked at her and walked out the kitchen.
 
Darla shook her head and smiled.
 
 
 
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