章節 16: My woman! (R18)
The villa had been cleaned by her not too long ago, but Vernon Müller did not care, even though he was getting the now clean tiles wet. Each step he took drew him closer to her. Her scent that drove him almost mad with unsated need entered his nose. Closer he approached, eyes never leaving her as he came closer until he stood in front of her and gazed down at her beautiful face.
So beautiful, smooth dark skin, wide slanted eyes and hair he knew felt soft even though now it fell just above those plump breasts, in twin braids.
Vernon had two reactions; his heart contract and his member swell, he thought about that night and looked at her middle.
Though his face did not betray him, he felt somewhat excited by the fact that she could be carrying his child.
In fact, he thought to himself that this way she could never leave him!
Once Vernon had finished devouring her with his eyes, he subconsciously asked, "Why did you leave?" he wanted to hear her reason, he thought while trying his hardest to keep his fury and arousal under control.
Who would think that her words would be like a slap to the face!
"We had sex, and I found it was time to go. I don't do mornings very well,"
Vernon felt his control on the verge of slipping, and. He was all too aware that he was her first and her only so far, but her words. Those damn words!
He sucked in a breath, calming himself. In his mind, he convinced himself that he must not rip off her clothes and take her until she passes out. No, he must be calm. This woman is like an enemy and his most beloved woman all wrapped in one. Indulge her. Yes, he must be calm.
He may have doubts, but a woman her age would never be as sloppy as sleeping with another man easily.
Vernon also had enough faith to know that this woman would never run to another man so quickly, even if she did, and he found out he would just trap her by his side and kill the man.
Vernon sneered at the young woman, eyes falling on those lush lips, wanting to bend and capture those said lips, run his tongue over before slipping between them, exploring her mouth.
At that thought, Vernon looked from it to the drab maid outfit she wore. Even though it was not flattering, he still thought she looked good enough to eat.
In fact, Vernon wanted to tear it off and splay her on the kitchen counter before burying himself to the hilt deep inside her warm, tight wet sheath for daring to say such a thing to his face.
"You were a virgin, untouched. I simply wished to know why me?"
He asked, but saw her turn from him, bent over and took out the pastries from the oven he had no doubt she had made from scratch personally and placed the steaming pastries on the counter.
While she placed the pastries on an oval plate, she said in a level tone,
"You were willing, a tourist and quite handsome. Who seemed to be able to perform the way I wanted, and you did not disappoint me." Immediately, Vernon wanted to strangle her.
Anger swirled from the pit of his stomach, ready to explode. Vernon clenched his jaw, forming a tick to prevent himself from making a move that might cause her to become flighty.
Next, she washed her hands and took out the ingredients from the fridge and began cutting them in various shapes and sizes.
His gaze did not leave her as she busied herself making a salad, washing her hands and mixing the ingredients before covering and placing that too in the fridge. He had never been in this place before. The servants would cook and he would sit at the table and eat. The process? He had never cared about. Now, he felt that his woman doing this looked like a goddess. Each move was, without hesitation, precise.
She looked so good in the kitchen. It felt so damn natural watching her doing something so normal.
He felt that if she became his, he could never be bored with watching her.
That he would always have a hot meal and a woman catering to his every whim lovingly.
Yet it seemed to be shattered when she calmly turned and looked at him, not a ripple in her gaze.
"Let me be frank, the sex was nice but there is no need for us to do it again or see each other. I was a bartender, now I am a maid. You are clearly some spoiled rich boy, who probably has those type of parents that would bash me if they caught whiff of you chasing someone who worked in a club and a maid. I really don't want a man like yo-"
Vernon was too angry. He had to cut her off. He loved her accent and voice, yes, but her words were a bit too much!
His mouth covered her own, forcing those lips apart to plunder her warm depths.
He glared down at her while his hands got to work. This woman.
This damn woman!
How dare she belittle herself in his presence?!
How dare she think that way of him?!
He rather her scream his name, then rant at him as if she was unworthy of him. Gripping the uniform she wore, he tugged at the opposite ends, tossing the tattered pieces aside.
In the once quiet room, the tearing of clothes was heard followed by a groan and a gasp.
Vernon felt that when he plunged his aching length into her dripping folds that it felt like home. Though he was less than halfway inside, he still felt as though he would ejaculate any moment. Pulling back, Vernon trusted once more, plunging deep with in her squirming folds to the hilt.
A low groan escaped him while near his ear a throaty moan escaped her.
Thin beads of sweat dotted his forehead. Vernon closed his eyes, feeling himself explode quickly soon after.
"Fuck!" Feeling embarrassed but still hard enough to continue, Vernon Müller began to move pistoning in and out of her, feeling her get wetter each thrust.
She clenched around him whimpering and gasping his name. Vernon Müller felt so aroused that he could not help but release in her once again, continuing with his thrusting all the while like a man possessed.
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