I know, darling, I know. But you have to do more to win me over. To take me over.Your hand grabs my short, brown hair and you pull, so hard. You je...k my head back, a small noise comes from me and I see that wonderful and savage smile you have sometimes. My neck is exposed, my lips are slightly parted, I'm panting.You lightly kiss my neck. You're restraining yourself and that just won't do darling. I want you to loose it. Loose it to me, everything, darling. Everything.Your mouth opens. “He had a steakburger with everything on it.”“Hold on a minute,” I laughed. “You think that guy had the biggest item on the menu? That guy?”The steakburger was a full pound of grilled hamburger served with onions, peppers, cheese and bacon on it. It didn’t come with a side because no one could eat the side if they ate the whole thing anyway. Beast can take one on, but even he does so with abundant caution. I didn’t see this skinny clown carrying a to-go box. I felt confident.I took Lexie’s. I don't fear the south side like a lot of my co-workers do, but there are few places I'd park my truck and leave the doors unlocked. To say that the most folks living there are at or below the poverty line is an understatement. San Antonio has a lot of really rich areas, and as far as a city of minorities making it, it's true. It is a multicultural city where in the newer, middle and upper middle class areas, you can have just as many Hispanics and blacks as whites on a given street. I'm not. His hand moved down to my ass, grabbing me and pressing me closer to him. I could feel his bulge through his jeans. My panties were almost soaked through. His hand slipped up my skirt, playing with the edges of my lacy underwear. I moved my hands to his pants, wanting nothing more than to get my hands on his cock I could feel getting harder and harder through his pants. He pulled his mouth off mine and put his mouth close to my ear.“We need to go somewhere alone this fucking second,” he.