Quaver Ch.2 - Sex Stories

Quaver Ch.2

... He clenches his fist tight, ready to brawl, but he hold back. “I have nothing to prove to you!” “I guess this wall of a man in front of me is a pussy after all.” I said with a mocking tone. His body stops rigidly from moving, and I said. “Well it’s ok to walk away, because you might be surprised to find out who you really are.” He faces me with a smirk and said. “You’re on old man! I will prove one and for all that I’m nobody’s bitch!” he tilted his forehead up trying to look intimidating “So what’s it going to be?” “Wait for me outside for 10 minutes. It’s ok to just go home when you’re not up for it.” “Are you scared that I’m going to beat the shit out of you old man?” “I guess it’s settled then, and by the way call me Logan from now on.” I said assertively. I waved at Butch to e****t my soon to be cub at the door. ******* I walk out the bar with coat folded in my arms. I immediately saw him near the entrance with his arms folded looking very anxious. “Ready to go?” I said “Whatever” he shrugged “Follow me.” We walk towards my car a 458 Italia, Greg paused momentarily and said. “That is your car?” He said with a hint of doubt. “Yeah” I just shrugged. “Aren't you too old to drive this luxury car?” “You want to take it for a spin?” “Uhh… Can I?” “Hmm… No your d***k.” I said playfully. “Whatever” he said with a low embarrassed tone. ******* We are driving back to my place; the inside of the car is dead silent. Obviously Greg is having second doubts and feeling very uneasy I ...

... wouldn't blame him. But now way in hell I’m missing a chance like this. If he runs off I will hunt his sexy ass and drag him back to my place to become my sex slave. Well not that I think he will back off, but I’m positive that I can break this guy and make train him to be mine. Greg looking confused for a moment and his eyes wander on the streets “Where do you live?” “River Place Lofts” “Fuck” he swore loudly. I gave him a raised brow in the rear view mirror. “Where do you live?” I ask “Midtown Squares” he said with a groan. I chuckled “Guess you’re crashing with me” “Oh Hell no!” he said with a high pitch. “It’s quite far from where were going, think about it and it’s late. Or I could just drop you off at your house.” Greg didn't say anything. “So my place it is.” I try to make small talk with Greg but he is very picky to answer any of it. I found out that he is 29, Asian, “I never taught about that because he has a Spanish-Latin look” he works as a pc repairman and he is single “Lucky me!” I told him about myself even though he didn't ask. I told him that I am 38, Scottish and owner of a construction company with my b*****r Cameron. I told him that I am single too with a wink. ******* My condo is on the top floor, the damn elevator is out so we used the stairs. “Sorry about this” I blushed a little with embarrassment. “Heh” He just shrugged. We walk towards the door; I unlocked it with my keys. “Here we are” I personally pick this place because it reminded me the rustic feel ...