ELEVEN.

CHAPTER ELEVEN - Luther.



“Fuck! I injured myself.” I looked at the shattered glass that was spread on the floor, I have no idea why I can't control my anger.

I hated it when she did this, why couldn't she just be submissive as the other ladies I have dealt with, what was wrong with her? Money could buy one happiness, I could go outside and get someone that was way more beautiful and amazing in bed than her, why was I stuck with her like a mouse that was caught in a mousetrap.

“You are bleeding," she said, and then started looking for a first aid kit around the living room. “Where is the first aid?” she screamed from the other side of the room.

I just stood there like a statue, angry at her as she had unleashed the rage in me. I walked back to the room that had caused the fight in the first place and she helped me with the injury.

In the middle of the night when the moon was out, covering the whole of Washington DC. I was wide awake appreciating nature trying so hard to calm down after the tug of war that happened last night.

Reese walked into the room, in her nightgown, even though the room was dark, I could see her curves. It made me wonder if I should thank the moon or be annoyed with it because my cock began to increase under the duvet. I thought about punishing her for what she had done or just letting her be, she came and lied down next to me.

Starting up my first night in Washington and fucking Reese wasn't on my shortlist of wise career moves but I had spent some amount of time thinking about fucking her as she laid close to me, at least I am paying her for it all. How I planned on making her not be stubborn was laughable, until I realized how troublesome she was; However, she was amazing in that nightgown.

My hands snaked into the Hem of her gown and up to her panties. She remained still as I redrew my hand and then I noticed her nipples hardened. I thought about how much she wanted me for the rest of this body. Watching her lush lips part into a breathtaking grin distracted me more times than I cared to admit. Her mouth frequently became the object of my attention instead of the words she spoke as she tried to tell me to go to sleep, simultaneously, trying to push me away from her, telling me she was not interested, our mouths said something else and the body felt another way. I kissed her to shut down the blabbering.

What would my cock feel like against her naked boobs? With that thought, I turned her on her back and began to rub it on her back. I heard a moan and her boobs hardened, even more, I believed her voluptuous boobs were mature enough and could hide my dick in between them. And from the collar of a beautiful peach nightgown, I tore it into two. I was surprised by her silence but she had gasped at my approach.

The window blinds were wide open, anyone could have caught us. She closed her eyes and let the fantasy bloom in her sex-starved body until a groan left her lips and her wet pussy ached for relief. I removed my cock from between her boobs and kissed her possessively, not wasting precious minutes on teasing foreplay. I flexed my jaw to draw her tongue into his mouth. I broke from the kiss and worked my lips down her neck.

While I removed her panties, I kissed her nipples and flicked her bra, biting and tugging the sensitive, lace-covered nubs.
My erection had already reached its peak. Her pussy responded by adding to the pool of wetness at the apex of her thighs.

She crooked her finger at me and finally said. “I want you right now. Sink your big, white chocolate cock deeply into my tight pussy.”

We were already angry with each other so we didn't waste time on words. I removed a condom from my drawer beside the bed, slipped it on my huge cock and began to tease it against the walls of her wet pussy. I held her ass and could feel the trembling.

A look of satisfaction came across her face as I reached for her hips and continued driving this time I was faster.

“I hope you can remember to contain your sounds,” I said to her with the head of my cock out from her hole. “Most women have a difficult time keeping quiet when I'm fucking them,” I said boastfully.

The first sensations of penetration released a deep moan in her throat. Her demanding attitude hadn't left. Miss Quin has a lot of time to date regularly, I thought in the middle of it all. She had no idea how horny she'd become and how much she needed a good, hard dick. I decided to deprive her of that, not giving her the satisfaction she wanted.

I lay naked in bed and slept off while she groaned in frustration and aggravation.

I smirked. Bingo.

The morning alarm was buzzing and I hated the sound of it because I needed to get up and prepare for the meeting ahead. I hated the fact that I needed to go but for the image of being a professional and respected amongst the people that I was about to take over their company. It had always been my charm for taking over companies. I walked into the conference room dressed in my suit with a beautiful woman by my side. I talked to them and gave them a deal they couldn't resist and then I was out of the place.

Miss Quinn was already dressed for work and was in the kitchen making breakfast. I was perplexed because there was a side of her that I didn't know existed. I acted like I knew she was going to do so and for that reason, I did not give her accolades, not even a single thank you.

I got dressed, ate what she prepared and then we left for the meeting. The boardroom was smaller than that of my company, but it was also beautiful. The skyscrapers of Washington could be seen from the transparent glass immediately you walked into the conference room. The walls that separated the conference room from other offices were gray, both the—round table and the chairs were ash in color. I loved the way they all matched the brown wooden floor. We were all seated, amidst a team of three individuals, two men and a lady. I came to realize she was the owner of the company, but damn she was a hard woman to please.

The meeting went on for a couple of hours and all that time, Miss Quinn sat down there like a log of wood, while I did all the talking. I hated the fact that she didn't think to participate in the discussion, it was frustrating to think of what was running through her mind.

I had to focus because I had found a company that was the perfect match for me to open a branch here in Washington. My hands have been itching for a long time to dive, head-first into purchasing the business and moving it forward. I had done my homework and this business looked great at first glance. I realized how to tackle all the serious issues, hiding underneath that might make it a poor choice for sale.

My acquisition team had performed a business valuation to determine how much the business is worth and I have considered how this woman that sat in front of me had the connections and expertise that may affect that value I needed to treat her like an egg.

I had Miss Quinn draft the sales agreement that we chose to cost a couple of boxes higher than what I expected but the fact that she invested her life into this company to take it where it was, was something I respected and bulged into her request. I signed on the dotted line, I made sure I did not leave any ambiguities that could cause trouble at closing or even after the sale has gone through.

I thought about my idea of choosing to buy an existing business in Washington and how valuable its entrepreneurial feat that would impact my life by making me the richest Entrepreneur amongst my peers, I felt solace as we sealed the deal and shook hands, yet I was angry that my partner just stayed by my side like a robot that moved without saying anything, it just follows your command.

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