"Oh, baby, I'm never going to be able to drive this car again without thinking of this right here."
"Good, just as long as it's me you're thinking about, I'll take it."
He laughs. "Baby, you're the only woman in my mind like that." I lift off him to get back into my seat so we can get out and head to the apartment. He groans. I look at him and see his eyes are trained on my pussy and thighs. "Baby, seeing my spunk all over you turns me on so much. We need to get inside the flat so we can try out another surface." Crazy man is horny all the time.
"Oh, honey, I don't know if I'll make it out of the elevator without dropping to my knees for you."
He groans and pushes himself back into his pants before turning and getting out. He reaches in and grabs me, throwing me over his shoulder.
"Come on, baby, we're making it to the flat. Someone needs some spankings for starting that little stunt in the car." I try to grab my purse and panties. He sees my intent and grabs them for me.
His long legs are eating up the space to the elevator when we hear a throat clearing from behind us. I look up from my upside-down position to see Lawrence.
Duncan swings around, asking, "Can I help you, sir? This is private property." Duncan's arm is resting against my ass so I'm not giving anyone a show.
"Well, I was looking for my girlfriend, and I seem to have found her."
His what? Oh no, he didn't.
"I'm your what?" I ask and wiggle so Duncan will put me down. I stand and stare at Lawrence as if he's talking in tongues. He looks at my disheveled appearance, Duncan carrying my panties and purse, and his dark eyes darken further, making him look almost evil. I step closer to Duncan.
"I thought we had an understanding, Maya," he sneers at me.
He doesn't even compare to Duncan, at his only six-foot height and slim build. He's a boy, while Duncan is a man.
"No, we didn't. We had dinner…as friends…for Uncle Marcus. It was nothing more." I'm practically yelling.
How did he find out where I was? Was he following me? He can't be my stalker, I just met him.
"You must be Lawrence. I'm Duncan, her boyfriend, although there are much better ways to put that. Her man, her sweetie, honey, her lover, and whatever else she wants to call me. Do not look at her and don't even think of trying to get in touch with her again. I'll not only break your legs, but I'll alsobreak you." Jealousy and anger pours off Duncan in waves. I put my hand in his and squeeze so he feels me with him. He looks down and I see the fury in his eyes. I want to step back, but I know it isn't about me.
"I'm Lawrence Baker. Maybe you should clarify with her how she feels. She asked me to come to London to be with her for the holidays. We had a very intimate dinner." He doesn't extend his hand to Duncan for a handshake. Maybe he thinks Duncan will break it. I want to punch his face. Intimate dinner, what the fuck?
"No, I didn't. You asked what I was doing for the holidays and I told you I was going to London. As for intimate dinner, we sat in your hotel's main restaurant. My partner showed up to eat my leftovers and give me a ride to a call."
"That's not how I remember it. Why don't you tell him the truth? You told your partner you were going to be late and walked me to my room. We had a very intimate and private goodbye. But I see you’ve found yourself a Neanderthal to control, I won't be here when you want me back, darling."
"You can wait until the world ends. She’s mine, you bloody pissant. Now get out of here before I have security escort you out. I'd do it myself, but I don't want to accidentally kill you when I put my hands on you," Duncan growls. Just then a guy in a suit walks up and takes him from the garage.
"Duncan, I swear I've been faithful to you. I ran into Carl once after he quit, he asked me out and I told him I was in a relationship. I didn't tell Lawrence I was in a relationship because I didn't want it to get back to your father. I didn't lead him on though. I didn't go to his room. I didn't ask him to come to London. I told him I wasn't interested in him. I swear, pleasedon't be mad at me. We can call Derek and he'll confirm what I said. You heard Greg, I was on a call that night." I'm practically begging. How do I get that angry look out of his eyes? I put it there. This is my fault for hiding our relationship.
"Maya, baby, I'm not mad at you. I'm mad at the situation, and I'm angry that that bloody wanker decided to come here. By the way, how did he know you were here?" We both stop and then it comes to me.
"Jonathon," we both say at the same time. That motherfucker is going to be a problem. We both shake our heads and make our way to the elevator to head upstairs.
We've barely cleared the door when he's on me again. He lifts my dress over my head, unhooks my bra, and then drops to his knees where he unzips my boots, removing the knife I slipped in there and pulling them off. His tongue snakes out to the apex of my thighs, licking our combined fluids from my thighs. He stands, lifts me up, and carries me to the dining room.
"It's time for a snack." My ass hits the table with my legs still wrapped around him. He releases my legs and sits them on the table, opening me up to him.
He sits in the head chair and pulls me to the edge of the table, then proceeds to lick down my thighs. He stops every so often and bites or sucks on them. I'm moaning and writhing on the table and he pulls the chair up closer to lick and suck my pussy lips into his mouth. He spreads my labia lips and latches onto my clit. I come up from the table and scream. He pushes me back down without losing his suction on my clit, and gently bites my clit, making me come so hard. He starts licking up my juices as they flow frommy body.
"This is my pussy, baby. No one else's, just mine."
"Yes, Duncan, only yours." I'll tell him anything he wants as long as he gives me that wonderful cock.
"Please, Duncan, I need you," I beg.
"Not yet, baby, one more time."
