He Who Has The Clout Makes The Rules II

JUPITER, FLORIDA  
Hunter’s Haven Ranch  
 
Later That Afternoon  
 
Darla lifted the spoon from off a trivet and stirred the Collard Greens. She replaced the lid and sat the spoon back on the trivet. She placed her hand in an oven mitt and pulled the door down. She slid out a pan of homemade biscuits to check on them, and then slid them back inside. She pulled out a dish of Macaroni and Cheese and placed the Plexiglas glass on the stovetop. She pushed the oven door close and removed the oven mitt, setting it aside.  
 
Darla lifted her hair from off her neck.  
 
Vander stood in the door watching. He was infatuated with her, and as much as he wanted to shout it to the rooftop, he was willing to give her time.  
 
“Something sure smells good in here.”  
 
Darla dropped her mane and smiled at the voice. She turned around.  
 
“I thought I would rustle you men up something hearty, a man can get mighty hungry after a day’s work.”  
 
Vander looked down at Darla’s breasts.  
 
“Indeed, he can. You need any help?”  
 
“I do not want to take you away from your work.”  
 
“I’m done. Is Mr. Silini around?”  
 
“No, he had to go in town to buy some bales of hay.”  
 
“Well how about Billy? I need to tell him, one of the Mares may be giving birth soon.”  
 
Darla looked up from tossing the salad.  
 
“Have you ever seen a Foul being born?”  
 
“No.”  
 
“It is a very beautiful site, and very extraordinary.”  
 
“Has anyone ever told you, you are one sexy ass woman?”  
 
“Let me see. Well not in those particular words, but the fact has been mentioned.” Darla smiled.  
 
“And I take comfort in your smile.”  
 
Darla blushed.  
 
“Is there anything that needs to be done?”  
 
Darla looked around.  
 
“Yes, can you be kind and set the table.”  
 
Vander took a step forward.  
 
“Slow down cowboy, I need for you to wash those hands.”  
 
Vander looked down at his smudge filled hands.  
 
“Yes ma’am.”  
 
He walked over to the sink and twisted the faucet knob. He placed both hands under the running water.  
 
Vander turned off the water faucet knob. He lifted a drying towel from off the counter-top and dried his hands. He replaced the towel and turned around. His eyes assessed Darla’s physique from behind.  
 
What a treat for that motherfucka he thought.  
 
“I’m all yours.”  
 
Darla looked up and turned around. She looked at Vander’s broad chest.  
 
What a tempting thought.  
 
“Ah…” Her eyes accidentally looked down at the front of his pants.  
 
“Is there anything I could give you? Like I said, I’m all yours.”  
 
Take off your clothes for starters she thought.  
 
“Ah, you can set the table.”  
 
Vander pivoted, and pulled the cabinet door open. He removed several dishes and closed the door back; he placed everything on the cooking island. He set the table for nine people.  
 
Vander stepped back. He walked over to where Darla stood.  
 
“That takes care of that.”  
 
Darla turned to face Vander.  
 
“Thank you.”  
 
Vander looked down at Darla’s lips.  
 
Darla cleared her throat.  
 
“You’re welcome.”  
 
Darla placed both hands inside the oven mitts, opened the oven door, and slid the Plexiglas of steaks out. She placed the dish on the stove and pushed the oven door close. She removed her oven mitts and placed them on the cooking island.  
 
“I think I can handle everything from here.”  
 
Vander outlined Darla’s lips.  
 
“I do not doubt it. You are so beautiful Dr. Cabaña.”  
 
“Ah thank you.”  
 
Darla took a step backwards.  
 
“Would you feel offended if I stole a kiss?”  
 
“Yes. I am a guest of Hunter and...”  
 
Vander pulled Darla into his arm, quickly bent his head, covered her mouth with his.  
 
“This…”  
 
Vander lips fully covered Darla’s lips. He squeezed her petite frame to his muscle physique.  
 
“Oh.”  
 
Vander’s lips hungered after Darla’s lips.  
 
Darla linked her arms around Vander’s neck.  
 
Vander’s arousal bumped Darla’s pelvis.  
 
“I wanted you the first time, I ever saw you,” he whispered in her ear, before licking the side of her neck.  
 
Darla leaned her head to one side.  
 
Vander’s tongue slid across Darla’s neck. He lifted her and sat her on the cooking island.  
 
“Vander…”  
 
Vander placed a finger over Darla’s lips.  
 
“Kiss me Darla.”  
 
“I…this is not right.”  
 
Vander palmed the back of Darla’s head, and brought her face down to his. He sheltered his mouth against hers. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer. He inched back and quickly unbuttoned her blouse, he lifted her bra. His mouth sloped over a breast nipple.  
 
Oh, what a tender feeling to be enveloped in she thought.  
 
His tongue making love to her skin was weakening.  
 
Vander palmed Darla’s back and made a fine line with his tongue up her cleavage.  
 
“Vander,” Darla cried out; she leaned her head back.  
 
Vander teased the brownish peak.  
 
Darla palmed Vander’s cheeks, lifted his face, and thoroughly kissed him.  
 
Ohh his tongue felt deliciously wicked twirling around hers for supremacy.  
 
Vander lifted Darla from off the cooking island. He rushed up the steps, and back to his bedroom. He kicked the door open and kicked it close. He hurried to the bed and laid her on it.  
 
Vander stepped out of his shoes and socks; he quickly took off his clothes.  
 
Damn. Darla marveled at the eagerness behind his solid erection. She definitely will hurt her vaginal walls trying to keep that angry thing fulfilled.  
 
Vander gently pushed Darla back on the bed. He pulled her skirt up and pulled her panties down her legs. He placed them in his back pants pocket. He unsnapped her sandals and removed them. He crawled over her and dipped his head; he anchored his tongue inside her navel and roamed his tongue across her skin. He deposited tiny kisses to her stomach.  
 
“I’m going to love making love to you.”  
 
He kissed her lips.  
 
Darla opened her legs.  
 
Vander kissed the top of her knee.  
 
“Patience will be a virtue.”  
 
Darla palmed Vander’s back and pulled his body forward. She met his eyes.  
 
“Tell me what you want me to do.”  
 
“Eat...” She got her breath. “Lick my pussy.”  
 
Vander kissed Darla on her mouth and scooted back; he got on his knees and examined the perfection of the fine downy hairs covering the mound of her pussy; right down, to the pinkish flesh peeking out between the sandwich of her clitoris. He licked over the small mole to her inner thigh.  
 
Finally, he can satisfy a craving that has been holding his emotions hostage.  
 
Vander palmed Darla’s buttocks and pulled her down to the edge of the bed. He lifted her legs and placed them over his shoulders. He declined his head and spit on her pelvis. He tapped the door to her womanhood with the tip of his tongue.  
 
“Tell me, you want this, Dr. Cabaña.” Vander poked his tongue inside and explored the inner sanctum.  
 
Darla arched her back.  
 
Oh, his tongue was, firm, widened, and lengthened. A lethal combination under the covers.  
 
Vander inserted and reinserted his tongue beyond the speed of light. He squeezed Darla’s buttocks, and mouthed her pussy.  
 
“Oh…Van...”  
 
Darla mashed her breasts together.  
 
Vander swallowed Darla’s vaginal juices. He leaned up and crawled on the bed. He palmed his dick and held it over Darla’s mouth.  
 
Darla opened her mouth and took Vander’s dick within.  
 
“Shit.” Vander palmed the back of Darla’s head and lifted it.  
 
Darla slid her palm up and down the lengthened rod. She kissed around his testicles.  
 
“Oh your mouth is working that dick.”  
 
Vander eased his manhood out. He wiped the side of his manhood over her face; he traced over her lips with it. He scooted back, bent down, and kissed her on the lips.  
 
“You taste like no other.” He stuck his tongue inside her ear. He palmed her hip with one hand and cupped his dick with the other; he slowly inserted it inside her pussy. The fit was tight to him.  
 
“Oh baby, your pussy is fucking tight.”  
 
“Oh…Vander...it… it can’t fit.”  
 
“I’m not letting this moment pass.”  
 
Vander inched his dick out, spit in his hand, and rubbed it over his dick. He placed his fingers on the sides of the vaginal opening and parted it, he slid his dick inside.  
 
“Vander.”  
 
“Relax baby, I’m not about to rush this.”  
 
Vander inched a boulder of hard flesh inside Darla’s wet pussy walls.  
 
The feeling of her insides being stretched was exhilarating, and slightly painful in the same breath.  
 
Vander leaned down and kissed Darla’s lips.  
 
Darla wrapped her legs around Vander’s limps. She moved her body to accommodate the widening tight fit.  
 
“Oh, I love the feel of you woman.”  
 
“Umm, you do feel good inside of there. Kis…”  
 
“Oh yes baby.”  
 
Vander tenderly kissed Darla on her lips. He palmed her buttocks and rode the inner lining of her pussy.  
 
“Oh...Vander.”  
 
Vander suckled Darla’s neck, her chin, he stabbed, jammed, and jabbed his dick inside her wet pussy repeatedly.  
 
“Oh...Darla…oh baby, here…shit here it comes for you, I love…”  
 
“Oh Vander.”  
 
Darla’s climaxed poured out.  
 
Vander’s ejaculation bulled out.  
 
The essence of life fused as one and gallop away with an electrical charge.  
 
Vander thrust his dick inside Darla's wet pussy slowly. He leaned down and kissed the tip of her nose.  
 
“Oh baby, I don’t want to pull out.” Vander rested his forehead against hers. He kissed her on the lips.  
 
Darla wrapped her arms around Vander’s neck.  
 
“Wow.”  
 
“Be advised this is not the last time I will lie between these thighs.”  
 
Darla inched Vander back.  
 
“About that, this never took place.”  
 
“Oh yes, this took place, and will take place again.” Vander moved his dick around. “And again.” He kissed her lips. “You smell heavenly Dr. Cabaña.”  
 
“Thank you, now slow down.”  
 
Vander leaned down and kissed Darla on the lips.  
 
Darla pushed Vander’s chest back.  
 
“I will have you to know that Hunter and I have an intimate relationship.”  
 
“He’s not my concern, you are. I like where my dick rests and I want more of this.”  
 
“Now you’re starting to sound a bit territorial.”  
 
“I could become possessive if warrant. Surely, you would not want me to advise Hunter his little playmate sleeps with the hired help.”  
 
“Tell me you wouldn’t dare.”  
 
“This is where your cooperation comes into play.”  
 
Vander inched back. He kissed Darla on the lips.  
 
Darla moved her face aside.  
 
“Are you blackmailing me?”  
 
“That concept sounds so selfish.”  
 
“I don’t believe this.”  
 
“You could have me fooled when I was shuffling this dick in and out this tight pussy of yours.”  
 
Darla took a sigh.  
 
“What do you want Vander?”  
 
“Isn’t it obvious, you.”  
 
“I do not like to be shared, and for you to even ask is unforgiving.”  
 
“Save the act. I know you have a strong sexual desire, I know you can deceive men at your whelm with your sophisticated education, and sweet words dripping with honey, but me, all I want is your pussy, and that goes for when I want it, and I will even throw in the idea, when I need it.”  
 
“I...”  
 
Vander withdrew his dick, rolled over, and got out the bed.  
 
“I’ll see you at the dinner table, and then this evening.”  
 
“This evening, I doubt it.”  
 
“There is a Hotel and Inn in town, room 8905, I expect you to be there.”  
 
“I just can’t leave. I’m a guest here.”  
 
“Find an excuse, or Hunter will come to know about his little playmate’s sexual appetite, and wear something black.”  
 
Vander sniffed the air.  
 
“Oh, your dinner is burning. Thank goodness you can cook under the sheets.” He laughed, walked to the door, and then he was gone.  
 
What has she gotten herself into, shit...shit...and shit she thought.  
 
Darla sat up. She pulled her bra down, buttoned her blouse, and then stood. Her insides felt like it was pulled apart, a feeling of knowing you have been fucked.  
 
Vander returned to the bedroom and entered. He saw Darla deep in thought. He walked over to the bed.  
 
“Since, I’ve established the grounds of this relationship.” He lifted her chin, bent his face down, and tenderly kissed her on the lips. “I’ll see you this evening, and tell Mr. Hunter, I will see him tomorrow.” He inched back and caressed her cheek.  
 
“You’re not staying for dinner.”  
 
“Maybe another time.”  
 
Vander strolled out the bedroom.  
 
Darla touched her lips in remembrance of him sexually dominating her time. She sniffed the air. Her pores reeked of his cologne and sweat. She rose from the bed, grabbed her sandals, and ran to the door. She looked out.  
 
Darla skidded to Hunter’s bedroom.  
 
 
 
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