𝘗𝘖𝘝 𝘔𝘌𝘋𝘡 ꕥ

It had not been my intention to make love to Patrice, well not like this anyways but here I was buried balls deep in her sweet hot core and a few seconds away from letting loose inside her.

I had hoped to clear the air between us before I went down this path with her again, but as we all know things don't often go to plan.

Most of my time in the hotel's dining room was spent watching her. I knew she was aware of my eyes devouring her every move but try as I might
I could not keep my eyes off her.

Ritchie my right-hand man who oversees the majority of my business prospects was left in charge to handle Kronazz and the business proposal I had drafted. My attention was in no way on that matter at all.

I could focus only on this woman that was driving me crazy. Her pleasurable moans were driving me crazy. Everything about Patrice drove me crazy.

So much for not being caught up in no woman and man drama but as I said plans don't often go accordingly to the way you figure they would.
I had told myself I was going to leave her alone but instead, I had discarded my champagne glass and made my way to her.

I had purposefully waited until Nikki and Debs were not with her so I could take her away and talk to her for I know she might have seen it fit to hide away, but now I was getting the feeling she had purposefully stayed back when they went to the bar and I liked it.

I had intended to take her up to my private suit so I could lay down the load of my disappointment in how she had used me but, here I was with the elevator which was supposed to take us up to my suit purposefully stuck between floors and our bodies a sweaty mess of arousal diving to the brink of fulfillment.

Earlier when I had walked to where she stood rocking to Kronazz's sweet splices it was to get her to a private spot to clear myself of the feelings of hurt and dissatisfaction, it was not to get to the point of me driving hungrily into her wet hole.

She had known exactly that it was I who stood behind her and when she turned to face me the emotions written on her face mixed with her sincere apology had me losing all my resentment.

I was deeply fucked she had me hook, line, and sinker.

I sincerely care for Patrice, and walking away from her was the last thing I wanted. I had her here like this because of one fact, I did not want to lose her to anything or anyone. I wanted her for myself alone. I did not want the casual sex, the once-in-a-while hookups, or a so-called affair.

I reluctantly pull from her breaking the kiss and the connection of our joint bodies. I wanted to just hold her close and stay like this forever because it was clear I wanted no one to get in the way of what I am feeling.

"We need to talk," I told her my voice hoarse with emotions.

My hands slightly shook as I fix the clasp and pull up the zipper on the sky-blue dress pants of the pants suit I wore. I smooth my hand over the simple white shirt I wore beneath the matching jacket to regain some composure.

When I  let my eyes travel back to her all look of ecstasy had melted from her face. Her eyes were no longer glazed with the dreamy afterglow of our passionate sex. She had regained her staid composure.

"We do, don't we," she responded stepping away to retrieve her underwear which she pushed down in one of her boots before turning to straighten her clothes the best she could in the shiny surface of the wall of the elevator.

"Shall we," she said pointing to the buttons.

I quickly press the number to the desired floor which was less than two minutes up and took her by the hand and lead her out of the elevator as the door dinged open.

There was only a short corridor with huge glazed Chinese vases of black and gold designs and the only door had two padded royal red queen ann chairs bordering it. On the cream wall were vibrant abstract paintings.

I pull my key card from my shirt pocket and promptly open the door to what was a huge expanse of floor-to-ceiling windows hidden behind thick grey blinds.

A wide bed with dark grey box padded headboard and base stood on a dark black grey and silver carpet stood facing us, the rest of the high-resolution brown tiled floor which appeared to look like polish wooden floor was bare.

The walls were decorative black tile with streaks of grey coloring. To the right of the bed the same tile was used to make a mini table that held a black frame dressing mirror, a decorative picture frame along with a few of my toiletries, and on the left behind a packed shelf with my favorite books stood a box styled bedside table which houses a single bedside lamp.

The rest of the room consisted of a double-door black and grey armoire with gold handles, a three-legged table with decanters and liquor glasses, and two black wicker chairs that held soft white seat cushions.

I watch as she took it the manly stylish appearance of the room from the gold interlocking circles on the wall behind the bed to the slightly ajar door that gave a peek into the suite bathroom then back to the bed that had pillows of black, and white and grey in varying sizes.

I felt my body give way to the recognition of where we were as her eyes travel over the white and grey sheets decoratively spread and tucked under the mattress.

Cho bloodclaat nowhere with Patrice was safe from my sexual desire for her.

From that near encounter in my car to my kitchen to the elevator and now in my hotel room, the fire still blazed and I have the tell-tale bulge in my pants to prove it.

I hungered for her and it took all my willpower to stand my ground and not shove her on the bed and ravage her the way she was ravaging my control.

"Tek off yuh clothes," I snapped.

When she turned to look at me with wide eyes that traveled down to the front of my pants I realize what I said.

The demons inside me lashed away at my composure and I slammed the door shut and pushed her against it. Her gasp was both that of fright and pleasure.

With my body pressing her to the door I let one of my hands grip her waist tightly as the other hand found its way beneath the skimpy hem of her shirt dress.

I felt her shudder as she took in a ragged breath and I stared hard into her eyes as my fingers skim over her shaved buff.

"Yuh tink mi love ooman play wid mi Patrice," I said softly but cold enough to make it a statement and not a question.

"Hhhmm," was all I got out of her as my fingers were now slipping between the folds of her fat pussy lips to find that little nub to rub her into further subjection.

"Yuh feel seh mi a guh mek a nex man get yuh afta yuh finally give in to mi."

A longer hhhmmmm filled the room as I coated her clit with her fresh juice and what was probably my cum mixed with her from earlier.

"Yuh nuh have a clue wah yuh a get into enuh," I told her pushing away from her body and leaving her standing there aroused and equally wanton of what I was depriving her of.

"Get this inna yuh head mi nuh inna d dolly house ting. Mi express mi tru feelings to yuh because a suh mi feel an a yuh mi want, nuh because mi a look pussy. Mi nuh affi look or beg pussy mi av gyal weh willing fi gi mi dat without no question ask.

See d likkle foolishness weh yuh put mi up wid Sunday jus know seh it naah guh hap'n agen. If yuh nuh waah mi nuh lead mi on, simple.

Yuh lay yuh cards on d table from the beginning an mi wuk wid it because frankly mi rate yuh an very much willing fi tek weh mi get but wen yuh put mi up gense man yuh change e game n mi nuh play dem rass game deh!

Yuh eva contemplate seh if mi neva pull out a yuh Sunday mi cudda did breed yuh?"

The look on her face told me that she had not thought that far. When her shoulders slump forward and her body shivered with the knowledge of how careless she had been I reached for her and pull her to my chest.

"Patrice yuh know seh a two time we have sex without protection an mi av a strong feeling yuh not on any contraceptive or dat yuh even tek d morning afta pill," I told her softly.

I felt her body shake against mine and I realise she was crying. I sighed as I pushed her gently from me. I wanted to ask her so many questions as I wanted answers but instead, I carried her to the bathroom where I slowly undress her and then myself.

"I...I...," she started to speak but the sobs that shook her body made it difficult to say what she wanted.

"Am leaving for Ochi tomorrow and will be coming back up on the weekend I want you to come with me."

I saw the refusal before she tried to voice it.

"A tell mi a tell yuh, Patrice. There are some things we need fi clear up an tonight clearly isn't going to get it done."

She nodded and I took her to the glass-enclosed shower stall where after getting us both showered I returned with her back to the party only to see standing with Kronazz the two men from Sunday night along with a few other familiar faces.

I thought I told Kronazz this was a private affair.

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