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Ginger Estates
Miami, Florida
 
Hunter pulled Darla back into his arms.
 
“I am not leaving. This is a relationship, and you and I will talk things out. If I misspoke, tell me, but leaving is not an option.”
 
“I…I think this relationship between you and I is not working out as planned.”
 
“Why, because you are not woman enough to hear the truth.”
 
Darla smacked Hunter.
 
“Get out of my home!”
 
Darla pushed Hunter into the hallway and slammed the door in his face.
 
“And you call yourself an educated woman but can’t stand to be called out on the truth,” Hunter yelled out.
 
Darla heard him marching down the steps. Her front door rattled shut with a bang. She ran to the window. She saw his vehicle speed around the driveway.
 
Darla ran to her bed and flopped on it.
 
Vander passed Hunter’s truck on the way from his hotel room. He pressed his foot on the gas pedal.
 
Hunter looked through his rearview mirror.
 
“Fuck that looks like my employee’s vehicle.” Hunter continued to drive; he pulled his vehicle to the right side of the road and stopped. He lifted his cell phone from out his jacket. He flipped it up and pressed in a button. He placed his cell phone up to his ear.
 
Hunter’s Haven Ranch
Jupitar, Florida
 
“Haven’s Ranch.”
 
“Billy, this is Mr. Silini, I have a question for you.”
 
“What can I help you with?”
 
“Where is the new hire, what’s his name, oh Vander? Where is he at this moment?”
 
“He left out a little after you. He called over an hour ago, and said he had a family emergency, and most likely will not return until tomorrow.”
 
“You know what vehicle he’s driving?”
 
“Yes, a metallic colored BMW.”
 
“Thanks man.”
 
Hunter flipped his cell phone down and placed it on his dashboard. He turned his vehicle around. His gut instinct told him he may not like the results.
 
Darla changed into a soft velour black jumpsuit. She lifted her hair from off her neck and knotted it on top of her head. She secured it with a bobby pin. She slipped into a pair of stilettos sandals. She lifted a bottle of perfume from off the dresser and sprayed the fine mist to her cleavage; she placed it back down on her dresser. She tugged the tassel down to display the outline of her breasts. She stepped back and surveyed her reflection.
 
Her cell phone rang. She lifted it from off the dresser, flipped it opened, and placed it up to her ear.
 
“Hello.”
 
No one uttered a reply.
 
“Hello.”
 
“I could be your date over a candlelight meal.”
 
“Look, whoever you are, you are not wanted, desired, or even thought of, get a life, and stay out of mine.”
 
“I know what you did Dr. Cabaña. There will be time for you to explain yourself, while, I suck your tight little cunt. Was your lover who fucked you this afternoon good to you?” Darla looked around her bedroom. She ran to the window and looked out.
 
“What do you want with me; I have caused you no harm.”
 
“Oh, this is where you are very wrong.”
 
Her doorbell rang.
 
“You can go to hell.”
 
“I will see you there, after I’ve had the pleasure of bringing you to your knees.”
 
Darla flipped her cell phone down.
 
“This day just keeps getting better.
 
She walked out her bedroom and descended her stairwell. She walked over to her door.
 
Hopefully, Hunter returned to offer an apology, and then she will cuss him out, and tell him to take a flying hike.
 
Darla opened her door.
 
Vander stood at her threshold.
 
She wanted to laugh, cry, and cuss at the same time.
 
“How did you find my address, better yet, why are you here?”
 
Vander looked at Darla.
 
The jumpsuit she had on was an advertisement for a man’s wet dream, lustful sex under the covers, and I must have a feel of her pussy look. Her breasts were his mouth’s favorite playground.
 
Damn she was a black beauty, he thought.
 
Vander entered Darla’s home. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her.
 
“You…”
 
Vander kicked the door close with the back of his foot. He pulled Darla even closer and enhanced the kiss. He inched his face back.
 
“I wanted, no I had to see you. I took the liberty and followed you and Mr. Silini here.”
 
“Dammit Vander, are you stalking me now?”
 
“Why would I, I already had your pussy, and plan to get even more.” He looked down into her eyes and squeezed her to him tighter. “You look nice this evening.”
 
“Vander, me and Hunter are no longer in a relationship, therefore, your threats to expose us is not prudent.”
 
Vander inched back and rubbed his goatee down.
 
“Then there will be no hindrance for you and me.”
 
Darla stepped back.
 
“There is no you and me, and I would like for you to leave. I do have an engagement I am running late for.”
 
“I am not one to take kindly to being teased and then cast aside.”
 
“And I am not a woman who needs to be threatened to be with a man, please leave.”
 
Darla stepped around Vander and opened the door. Her eyes bore into Hunter’s angry eyes.
 
“I….”
 
“Well isn’t this a fucking surprise.” He looked from Darla to Vander. “You drive all the way here to get some pussy too.”
 
Darla looked at Hunter.
 
“Naw man, I already had it, as a matter of fact.” Vander look at Darla, and then back at Hunter. “You can keep it.” Vander walked out of Darla’s home. He turned around. “Oh, I quit.”
 
Vander walked to his BMW.
 
“You dirty bitch. I hope whoever is after you, he...” Hunter did not finish his sentence. He turned and walked back to his Porsche.
 
Darla was too numb to move. She watched Vander’s car disappear down her driveway, followed by Hunter’s vehicle. She closed the door and locked it. She rested her back against the door frame.
 
“I need a drink.”
 
Darla lifted her purse from off the stand near the door. She unlocked the door, opened it, and walked out her home. She pulled the door close.
 
Calzone Tavern
Miami, Florida
 
Hunter entered Calzone’s Tavern. He walked up to a barstool and sat.
 
“What would you like to order sir?”
 
“A double Scotch, no ice.”
 
“Coming right up.”
 
The bartender walked away.
 
Hunter gritted his teeth in anger. That bitch was sneaking around on him. He knew his luck was too good finding an honest, educated, and very beautiful black woman.
 
“Do you care for some company?”
 
Hunter pivoted at the soft voice. His eyes were met by a pair of indigo-colored eyes. He looked down at her breasts.
 
“I’m open to suggestions.”
 
The woman sat next to Hunter. She placed her purse on the bar-top.
 
“Would you like a drink?”
 
“Yes, thank you.”
 
Hunter lifted his hand.
 
The bartender placed Hunter’s drink down in front of him.
 
“Bring the lady what she wants.”
 
“I will take a white wine.”
 
“That particular drink must be an epidemic.”
 
“Pardon me.”
 
“A drink could tell a lot about a woman.”
 
“This is new to me.”
 
Hunter swiveled his barstool. “Let me see, a woman who drinks a beer. Every now and then, likes a little adventure on the side, a woman who drinks top shelf liquor. Manages her affairs, her money, and manages her time under the covers. A woman who drinks wine, especially white, tends to look the part, however what meets the eyes is bullshit.” Hunter lifted his glass and took a swig.
 
“Bartender, can I have a beer.”
 
Hunter smiled under his breath and swiveled his barstool back around.
 
Spicie’s Bistro
Miami, Florida
 
“Darla, are you kidding.”
 
“Trina, I am not over here laughing.”
 
Darla placed her glass of white wine on top of the white tablecloth.
 
“I can’t believe you even allowed a man to blackmail you to have sex with him.”
 
Trina forked a piece of steak into her mouth.
 
“I never saw it coming.”
 
“How did Hunter take it when he found out?”
 
“You will not be invited to the wedding.”
 
Trina rested her fork, lifted her dinner napkin, and blotted her lips. She placed it back down on the tablecloth.
 
“Can I be truthful with you?”
 
“When have you not.”
 
Trina took a deep breath.
 
“Ever since… well since Nigel passed your sense of good judgment have been off.”
 
Darla lifted her glass of white wine and took a sip.
 
“I know, but Trina, I have not felt like throwing caution to the wind, until Hunter arrived. Yes, I know I should never have involved Vander.”
 
“What were you doing, making up for lost time.”
 
Both women laughed.
 
“I suppose so.”
 
“Just make sure you are bright-eye and bushy tail for your charity function this weekend.”
 
“Yes ma’am.”
 
Both women finished their dinner in silence.
 
Vander looked around the restaurant. His eyes fell on Darla and Trina. He walked in the direction of their table.
 
“Could I have a private word with you Darla?”
 
Both women looked up.
 
“Vander, what are you doing here?”
 
“I will only take up five minutes of your time.” Vander looked over at Trina. “Hello, I did not mean to intrude upon you ladies time.” Vander looked back down at Darla. “But this is very important.”
 
“Darla, I will excuse my presence. You hurt my friend, I know how you look.”
 
Vander looked down at Darla’s breasts, and then into her eyes. “I wouldn’t dream of it.
 
“Very well then, I would leave you alone for ten minutes and not longer than that.”
 
“Yes ma’am.”
 
Trina stood and walked away from the table.
 
Vander pulled a chair back and took a seat.
 
“I asked you to stay away from me.”
 
“First, I wanted to say, I apologize, and if you give me the chance. I would like to make things right between us, starting with a real relationship. Darla, I really like you, the sex between us, is only a dream come true.”
 
“Vander, I am already in a relationship with someone.”
 
“Who, Mr. Silini?”
 
“As a matter of fact, yes.”
 
Vander palmed his goatee down.
 
Something which turned her on.
 
“Trust me, it will never last.”
 
Darla arched her eyebrows.
 
“What makes you so sure?”
 
“Darla, you are a woman who is driven by satisfaction, and greed under the covers. Mr. Silini does not have the stamina for a woman of your caliber.”
 
“And you do.”
 
“I’m, here aren’t I?”
 
Darla lifted her glass of white wine, took a sip, and rested her glass.
 
Vander stood.
 
“Dance with me.”
 
“Vander…”
 
Vander grasped Darla’s hand, and pulled her out her seat. He escorted her in the middle of the floor reserved for dancing. He pulled her into his arms.
 
“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” His body, the sound of his smooth baritone voice was wreaking havoc of her nerves.
 
Vander dropped his lips and kissed Darla. He inched back, and applied kisses to the side of her face. He squeezed her tighter to him.
 
“You know, I will be relentless in pursuing you,” he whispered at her temple.
 
“Just so you know, I was on the track team in high school.”
 
“I guess that now explains your curvaceous physique, and perfect set of legs.”
 
Darla inched back.
 
“Yes, it does.”
 
Vander hugged Darla tighter.
 
“Can I take you home with me?”
 
“I am done with Jupiter, Florida; I prefer to say in Miami.”
 
“I have a home not too far from here.”
 
“Please tell me you’re kidding.”
 
Vander leaned down and kissed Darla’s lips again. “You taste so sweet, come home with me Darla, and let me show you, I’m not.”
 
“Vander…”
 
“Just think about it while I ravish you on the dance floor.”
 
“Well in that case, I won’t let you do it alone.”
 
Darla palmed both sides of Vander’s face, pulled it down, and arrested his lips.
 
Vander twisted his tongue around Darla’s tongue.
 
“Oh baby, I want you, dammit come home with me. I will have you home early in the morning, come on, please.” Vander pulled Darla tighter to him.
 
“I…”
 
“Come on now, I will even drop your friend off first, and bring you back to your vehicle.”
 
“You have champagne.”
 
“I have everything you need.”
 
“Arrogant aren’t we.”
 
“Guilty as charged.”
 
Hunter’s Haven Ranch
Jupitar, Florida
 
Hunter pulled his vehicle around his driveway and removed the key from out the ignition. He unsnapped his seatbelt and rested his head against the headrest.
 
“Fucking asshole.”
 
There was not any excuse why he did not take the woman home who he met at the bar.
 
Hunter opened his car, got out, and pushed the door close. He looked at his home.
 
“Just leave Hunter.”
 
“I am not leaving, this is a relationship, and you I will talk things out. If I misspoke, tell me, but leaving you is not an option.”
 
“I…I think this relationship between you and I is not working out as planned.”
 
“Why because, you are not woman enough to hear the truth.”
 
 “Get out of my home.”
 
“And you call yourself an educated woman but can’t stand to be called out on the truth.”
 
“Fucking bitch,” he mumbled under his breath.
 
Hunter walked to his front door. He fished inside his pants pocket for his house key. “Shit.” He patted his pockets.
 
Hunter knocked on his door and waited. He stepped back. His home was bathed in darkness. Shit. He walked to the stable, opened the red door, and peeped inside. He looked over at his mare. He remembered the excitement stirring earlier, and Darla delivery the colt.
 
Hunter massaged his neck. He walked up to stall and looked over. Mare and colt were resting comfortably.
 
“I guess I’ll hanker down with you two for the night.”
 
Hunter found a spot in the corner and sat. He leaned against the wall and closed his eyes.
 
Spicie’s Bistro
Miami, Florida
 
Darla looked over at Vander. Why didn’t she listen to Trina, and go home? She looked over at Vander’s dark-brown strong hands gripping the steering wheel.
 
“What made you want to be a doctor?”
 
“My parents are doctors.”
 
“What type of work do you do, besides, stalk me all day.”
 
“And night, and the answer to your question.” Vander pulled at a stop light. “I own Levers’ Construction Company and Real Estate.”
 
“The same construction company that’s responsible for building the homes that sits on Ginger Estates.”
 
“Yes.”
 
“Please do not take this the wrong way, but have you seen me prior to working at Hunter’s Ranch.”
 
“Yes, my foreman, and then several of my employees advised me about a very beautiful and sexy woman, whose home they were specifically working on, therefore, I had to see this beautiful and sexy woman in person. What an accurate description, right down to the firm ass.”
 
“I don’t believe this.”
 
“Why, because, a man finds you irresistible, desirable. An educated woman who turns him on with one glance, believe it.”
 
“Then how did you know about Hunter’s ranch.”
 
“I didn’t. I followed you. The day the policemen arrived at your door. I literally chased a man from your back patio area. I drove back to your home, waited outside the gate, and then took it upon myself to follow you to the hotel, and then to your so-called boyfriend’s ranch. I felt it was fate when, I saw an advertisement that he needed some hired help.”
 
“Wow.”
 
Willow Woods Estates
Miami, Florida

Vander turned off the expressway. He drove up a tree lined private residential pave way. He parked his vehicle in front of his residence.
 
Darla looked out the window in all directions.
 
A granite medieval fountain stationed in front of Vander’s residence lit the way to a beautiful grand four-story Victorian style mansion.
 
“This is lovely.”
 
Vander looked at Darla.
 
“Yes, you are.” He winked at her.
 
Darla unsnapped her seatbelt.
 
Vander unsnapped his seatbelt, opened the door, and got out his vehicle. He closed the door and walked around to the passenger side. He opened the door for Darla.
 
“Thank you very much.”
 
Darla stepped out. Vander pushed the door close.
 
“How many acres do you have?”
 
“I’ll say about eighty.”
 
Vander grabbed a hold of Darla’s hand, and walked to his front door. He rang the doorbell.
 
Chimes could be heard throughout the interior of the home.
 
“Are you house stealing, or house...”
 
The door opened.
 
A middle age woman stood at the threshold.
 
“I’m sorry, mother, I left my key inside.”
 
Vander’s mother looked at Darla.
 
Darla cleared her throat.
 
“Mother, this is Darla.”
 
His mother looked Darla up and down, and then turned to face her son.
 
“It’s very late son.” She swerved her eyes over at Darla. “That is for everyone.”
 
“Yes, I agree, goodnight mother.”
 
Vander’s mother lifted her eyes toward the ceiling, turned around, and walked away.
 
“I’m sorry, about that.”
 
“I have one also.”
 
Vander stepped back and allowed Darla’s entrance into his home. He entered and closed the door.
 
Darla’s eyes darted in all directions.
 
“Vander, this is...Oh my God, this is a museum.”
 
“My decorator is responsible for the décor of this creation.”
 
Darla looked up at the dome-cathedral ceiling.
 
“Is that a Michelangelo creation?”
 
“Yes, I personally hired the best painter’s money could buy to duplicate the mural.”
 
Darla ventured into Vander’s home. Her heels trampled over the mosaic flooring.
 
“Would you like something to drink?”
 
“Yes, a glass of white wine.”
 
“Would you like to sip it while in the Jacuzzi?”
 
“That would be lovely, thank you.”
 
Vander grabbed a hold of Darla’s hand.
 
Richard turned off the highway. He peered in front of him. He did not see the car he was trailing.
 
“Shit.”
 
He pulled his vehicle to the side of the road, and parked. Richard pulled out his cell phone and pushed in a button.
 
Darla’s cell phone rang
 
“Excuse me.”
 
Vander inched back.
 
“Are you expecting someone?” She palmed his manhood. “Maybe something, but not someone.”
 
Vander kissed a breast and caressed her wet shoulder blade.
 
Darla placed her glass of white wine down on the Oakwood patio surrounding the Jacuzzi and rose from out the Jacuzzi. She walked over to her purse on the settee, lifted it, and then opened it. She took out her cell phone and flipped it open. She placed it up to her ear.
 
“Hello.”
 
“Are you trying my patience?”
 
“Look dammit, whoever you are, please stop calling me.”
 
“Does your lover boy know what you’ve done.”
 
“No, maybe you could tell him.”
 
“Who the fuck is it!”
 
Darla hunched her shoulders.
 
Vander grabbed the cell phone from out Darla’s hand and placed it up to his ear.
 
“Who the fuck is this calling my woman, this late.”
 
“I see my woman has a tendency to spread her legs, not to worry, my brotha, when I am done with her, you will not like the after results.”
 
“Man fuck you.” Vander flipped Darla’s cell phone close. He handed it back to her. “You want to tell me what’s going on between you and this bastard.”
 
“I have the foggiest idea who this person is; I have been getting calls from this person for over three months now.”
 
Vander remembered the person, who he chased away from her home.
 
“The man, I chased from your property.”
 
“Yes, go on.”
 
“Maybe it could be him, earlier, when I followed you. I saw someone, walk behind the bushes near your home.”
 
“I think… ah never mind.”
 
“No, baby, what is it.”
 
“I... I was almost sexually assaulted in my home, the perpetrator somehow got away.”
 
“Baby are you for real?”
 
“Yes.”
 
Vander hugged Darla.
 
“Would you like to stay here for a couple of days?”
 
“Oh no, I am not letting some twisted fool, put my life in check.”
 
“Baby, I know you are a very dependable African American woman, but the fact still remains, someone out there is playing with your head, and for me to sit back, and allow it to happen, is beneath me.”
 
“I tell you what, if this gets out of hand, then I would stay with...Hunter.”
 
“Bullshit. I hear the sheets calling our names now.”
 
Vander pulled Darla to him and kissed her. He lifted her and carried her to the front steps of a Carriage House. Vander placed Darla down. He opened the door and reached inside to turn on the light. He grabbed a hold of Darla’s hand and entered. Vander closed the door back. He grabbed Darla hand and rushed over to the bed.
 
“Vander, I...”
 
“I swear, I thought my mother was asleep. And in here, it’s our own private world.”
 
“Are you sure, I never felt so embarrassed being caught in an uncompromising position, by your mother.”
 
“I swear no one will interrupt us. Now come here woman, I’m feenin for your touch.”
 
Vander pulled Darla to him.
 
Darla wrapped her arms around Vander’s neck. She kissed his lips, as she backed him up to the bed; she pushed him down on it.
 
“The last time, I left you at the controls, we got busted. How about letting the woman blow this joint,” Darla said in her best southern drawl.
 
“Well baby, I’m all yours for the night.”
 
Darla knelt on her knees. She kissed over Vander’s hairy legs. She leaned upward and kissed his lower groin area.
 
“Oh…Darla... that…that shit tickles.”
 
“At... at now, the woman is driving.”
 
“And I would not want to be the one to interrupt your steering.”
 
Darla grabbed a hold of Vander’s manhood. “Are you sure, you can stand the pressure.” She opened her mouth and eased her lips over the fatten tip.
 
Vander’s head came off the bed.
 
“Yes…”
 
“Uumm, what a big piece of beef you have here.”
 
Darla licked up and down the lengthened taut skin. She trapped his testicles inside her mouth, and gently suckled them; she palmed his thighs and kissed over his groin region. Darla dipped her head, and once again coveted his manhood with her mouth. She wrapped her hand around the base and moved her mouth, slow, and then squeezed the width between her lips. She then suckled it faster.
 
“Dar…baby, oh God.”
 
Darla bobbed her head up and down; she inched back, spit on the tip, and then covered the length.
 
Vander placed his palm on top of Darla’s head, and wrapped his other hand around hers.
 
“Oh...”
 
Vander rubbed over his stomach and pressed her head into his groin.
 
Darla teased the opening.
 
Vander’s clear-pre-cum coated the tip.
 
“I… I want you to…shit… swallow me.”
 
Darla suckled Vander’s dick harder. She felt the width pulsating.
 
“Shit, faster, oh baby, shit don’t move.”
 
Vander rubbed his hand over his abdomen; he then palmed the sides of Darla’s face, and ejaculated inside her mouth. “Fuck…oh baby,” he groaned.
 
Darla greedily siphoned his release; she allowed the pearly current to slide down her throat.
 
Vander’s body jerked in the aftermath.
 
Darla kissed the tip of Vander’s manhood. She snaked her tongue up his stomach. She got on her knees and straddled him. She dipped her tongue inside her ear.
 
“You wanna play, Simon Says.”
 
Vander palmed a breast and licked over the nipple.
 
“Absolutely.”
 
“Simon Says, lick…”
 
Someone knocked on the door.
 
Vander and Darla looked over at the door.
 
Darla looked down into Vander’s eyes.
 
“Please tell me that’s not your mother coming to rescue you from the clutches of little ole me.”
 
“My mother knows her baby can take care of himself.”
 
Whoever was at the door was now pounding on it.
 
Darla got off Vander.
 
Vander rose from the bed, grabbed the top bed cover, and wrapped it around his mid-section.
 
Darla walked out the bedroom cove, into a spacious adjoined kitchen nook.
 
Vander opened the door.
 
“Son.”
 
“Mom, what are you doing here?”
 
Vander pulled the door half-close.
 
“I saw the light on, and I assume it was too late to be keeping company.” Vander’s mother looked over her son’s shoulder. “Any respectable woman would not be found in a man’s apartment this time of night.”
 
Darla placed the wine bottle down.
 
“No, she didn’t just practically call me a whore,” she mumbled under her breath.
 
“Mother, please lower your voice.”
 
“I am your mother; I would do no such thing.”
 
“Mother could we discuss this another time.”
 
“Yes, I expect you at the house in ten minutes, alone.”
 
Vander’s mother turned and walked away.
 
Vander pushed the door close.
 
“A mama’s boy has never been my specialty. Please take me back to my vehicle at the restaurant.”
 
Vander turned around.
 
“I’m sorry about that.”
 
“If you weren’t so handsome, I may not believe you, come here, and let Dr. Cabaña, give you a good spanking, you are being a very naughty little boy.”
 
Vander smiled and walked over to where Darla stood. He let the cover drop to the floor.
 
“I’m ready for my punishment.”
 
Vander lifted Darla and sat her on the counter-top.
 
Darla lifted a glass of wine and took a sip. She leaned forward and exchanged the elixir into Vander’s mouth.
 
“Mmmm.”
 
Vander allowed the contents to gallop down his throat.
 
Darla dipped her fingers inside the glass and rubbed the droplets onto Vander’s lips. She licked over his lips.
 
Vander took the glass from out Darla’s hand. He poured the wine down a breast, leaned forward, and suckled the droplets from off a breast.
 
“Oh…Baby.”
 
Vander placed the glass down on the counter-top. He looked up into Darla’s eyes.
 
“Go away with me this weekend, just us two.”
 
“And no mother.”
 
“No mother.”
 
Darla leaned down and tenderly kissed Vander on his lips.
 
Vander inched back.
 
“I really like you.”
 
“You can show me under the covers.”
 
Vander lifted Darla.
 
Darla wrapped her legs around Vander’s back.
 
“I am a person, who needs to be totally convinced.”
 
“And I am a man, who has very good convincing techniques.”
 
Darla nuzzled her nose against his.
 
Vander laid Darla on the bed. He knelt on his knees, and opened Darla’s legs.
 
“That is a very good start handsome.”
 
Vander licked his tongue through Darla’s downy hairs.
 
“Would you go away…”
 
Darla pushed Vander’s head down to her pelvis.
 
Vander placed his arms under Darla’s calves, and pulled her down to the edge of the bed. His tongue instantly darted inside her pussy.
 
“Oh…baby, convince me.”
 
Vander tantalized Darla’s clitoris. He kissed the pinkish skin, and then licked a trail up her stomach. He kissed over her naval. He leaned up and looked down into her eyes. “I want you in my life Dr. Cabaña.” Vander kissed her lips. “Can I have permission to love you, and make love to you?”
 
Darla was taken aback.
 
“I want this relationship to be just that, a relationship. Can I date you, or whatever you refer to me being at your side?”
 
“I…”
 
Vander leaned down and slowly kissed Darla. He laid on top of her. “I have it bad for you,” he whispered in her ear, before he stuck his tongue inside.
 
“Oh…..”
 
“I want to wake up lying next to you.”
 
Vander inched back and palmed his manhood. “I want you to climax when I’m deep inside of you.” He shoved the length of his manhood inside her.
 
“Vander…”
 
“Tell me…”
 
Vander inched off Darla, grabbed the headboard, and banged his manhood inside her pussy. “Oh shit, you’re... Oh Darla.”
 
Darla placed her palms on Vander’s buttocks and pulled him closer to her.
 
“Kiss...”
 
Vander leaned down and stuck his tongue out.
 
Darla pulled Vander’s dick deeper.
 
“Uumm,” Darla moaned out.
 
Someone knocked on the door.
 
Vander froze and opened his eyes. “Shit.” He moved his manhood inside of Darla. “Damn, I don’t want to take this dick out this wet pussy.” Vander inched back.
 
Darla held onto Vander’s upper arms.
 
“No don’t.”
 
Darla moved her pussy around.
 
Vander banged Darla’s pussy gently. He laid on top of her and increased his thrusts. “You...” Vander kissed Darla on her lips.
 
Darla rubbed her palms down Vander’s back and drew his body closer. She kissed over his goatee, and then trapped his lips.
 
“Oh Darla…I.”
 
Someone knocked on the door again.
 
Vander inched back. He pivoted his head and looked back at the door.
 
“Shit!”
 
Darla leaned up and kissed one of Vander’s nipples.
 
Vander turned his head back around. He leaned his face downward and took Darla’s lips hostage.
 
“Uumm.”
 
Vander twisted his tongue inside Darla’s mouth.
 
Darla hugged Vander tighter and whirled her pussy on his dick.
 
The pounds on the door got louder.
 
Vander looked back at the door again.
 
“Fuck me dammit!”
 
“I’m trying.”
 
“Vander, as your mother, I demand you to open this door!”
 
“Shit! Baby hold up.”
 
Vander leaned down and kissed Darla on the lips.
 
“Hurry back please.”
 
Vander withdrew his dick out Darla’s pussy and got off the bed. He lifted the top-cover from off the floor and wrapped it around his mid-section.
 
“You just had to shield the best part.”
 
Vander flashed Darla and then winked at her. He walked to the door and took a deep breath; he opened it.
 
“Did I not make myself clear? It is very late!”
 
Vander held the cover around his waist tighter.
 
“Mother, I have company.”
 
“At this late night hour? A girl of the hour is what they used to call them.”
 
Darla wrapped the top sheet around herself and got out the bed. Her eyes make direct contact with Vander’s mother.
 
Vander’s mother rolled her eyes at her.
 
“Son, just because, this is your home, you will still respect my wishes. Now, would you like to excuse your guest, or I shall.”
 
“Have…”
 
“I’m speaking young man.”
 
“Vander, it’s getting very late, and I do have paperwork to attend too.”
 
“Yes, dear, it is very late, go home”
 
“Mother let me drive Darla home.”
 
“No transportation, how convenient to furnish an excuse to stay overnight, well not under this roof.”
 
“Vander, please take me home, now!”
 
“Mother, I will be up to the house after I’ve escorted Darla home.”
 
Vander closed the door.
 
“I have never been insulted like that.”
 
“I’m sorry Darla; my mother is a little over-protected of her son,”
 
“How long have you’ve used that excuse on women?”
 
“I beg your pardon.”
 
“It doesn’t matter, please take me home.”
 
Vander walked over to Darla.
 
“I said I’m sorry.”
 
He reached out of her.
 
Darla pushed Vander’s arms away.
 
“Yes, I’ve heard you, and I said please take me home. I can’t believe you didn’t speak up on my behalf.”
 
“What was I to say, dammit, she is my mother.”
 
“Aah, let me see here. Oh mother, Darla happens to be here, because your son followed her to a restaurant. Oh, did I forget she is a reputable scholar, with a PHD, an Epidemiologist, no, dammit! You stood there and let her hurl unsettling comments in my direction.”
 
Darla walked to the door and opened it. “I am going to retrieve my clothes, and then you could meet me by the car.” She pulled the door close with a bang.
 
“Dammit!” Vander slammed his fist down on the table. “Fuck!”
 

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