HANDSOME MASTER (Late In Love)

Special breakfast Mr. Arga

With his breath going up and down holding back his inner desires that were getting more and more over him, he pulled my body into his arms, his hands already wandering around opening every button of my shirt, he said, then one other hand pulled the nape of my neck so that the kiss was not easy to escape.

"Tu, sir," I stammered by slowly adjusting my breath.

"Shut up!" He no longer cared about anything I said, he only focused on his tempestuous desires.

Without waiting for a long time, all the cloths that stuck to my body had been removed leaving nothing to cover my embarrassment.

"God..." I let out a small scream as she bit mischievously something under my neck.

"Just enjoy it, express what you feel, it makes me even more tempted." His whisper was soft and then bit my ear with anxiety.

I could no longer resist all these pleasures, the more wildly he enjoyed my body, the hotter I was made, we were in pleasures that were not capable of being measured by any means.

Here, in the room with the surrounding clean white, a lot of water everywhere, a room that does not have a soft place to combine love, he said, the room that is not supposed to be a place to spice a pair of humans in general, bears witness to the ferocity of Mr. Arga eating out my body with lust.

After she got the peak of her incredible pleasure, she pulled my body under the shower, flushing our sweat-soaked bodies with warm water calmed every inch of our already tense bodies for hours. She kept hugging me under the water, occasionally kissing my lips softly and playing them mischievously, then hugging again, kissing again, her lips again obscuring all parts of my body, leaving a mark of possession in all its parts.

"You enjoying it?" He asked then kissed my twin mountains in turn.

"Hm." I can't speak anymore.

"We will do it every day" he said with a happy smile. He let go of his embrace and took a towel near the door, then came out leaving me alone with a feeling of unease.

I re-enjoiced every drop of water that fell on my body, those mischievous shadows kept running through my head.

I really gave my life to him, I don't know what's wrong or what, but I have to give it my due, I really enjoyed the man's cradle, really, but I'm afraid that then he just threw me away after becoming his secondhand.

After picking up the clothes I was wearing that were still lying on the floor, I came out of the bathroom wearing a small towel that was unable to cover all my chest and intimate area, only these towels are available in the bathroom.

"You're not satisfied?" asked Mr. Arga who was sitting sweetly on the edge of the bed, he flicked his still wet hair.

"What?" my question does not understand.

He walked over to me, then pulled the small towel that was stuck to my body, making him look at me uncensored.

"What did you do?" I grabbed the towel in her hand and tried to cover my body as much as I could.

"We've been doing it for hours in the bathroom, and then you're still teasing me with a towel this small, it makes me want to add to my breakfast ration by eating you again" she said, pushing me towards the bed.

"I beg you, sir, I am tired" I pleaded.

Disappointed he turned his back to walk towards the sofa, then sat quietly staring out the window.

I quickly headed for the dressing room, getting as far away from him as possible so as not to happen again such crazy things. I felt really tired, like I was working hard doing an activity that drained almost all my energy this morning, my body was suffocated, several times there was a rumbling sound in my stomach, looks like I really need more breakfast this morning.

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At the dinner table, we were three, Mr. Joe was sitting opposite me, while Mr. Arga was sitting in the main seat, between me and Mr. Joe. Breakfast was held without any chatter, Mr. Joe several times glanced at me, watching me carefully, while Mr. Arga just quietly enjoyed his second breakfast, he said, if what we did earlier was a filling breakfast of desire, this one is a filling breakfast stomach.

As for Mr. Arga, his face was so happy, his smile bright as the morning sun that warmed the entire contents of this earth, even when he came out of the room earlier, he was so kind as to thank the waiter who came to remind him of breakfast this morning, so astonishing isn't it?

Mr. Arga really looks like a newlywed who just did his first night lovingly, in contrast to me, the unexpected activity this morning made me feel crumpled, sick in certain areas, he said, especially the pain that made me a bit difficult to walk as usual.

After breakfast, I went to Salimah, looked for the P3K box and changed the hansaplas on my finger, it seemed like water was seeping into my wound, it felt a little sore when my finger was bent.

"Why then?" asked Mr. Arga suddenly sitting on the sofa next to me.

"Shut the knife this morning, a little." I did not glance at him at all, the shame all over my body had not faded away.

"Let me put this hansaplas on" he said, pulling my hand.

I just keep quiet, my feelings are not good, so I hope everything goes as he wants, so that nothing happens that makes me lose more today, it is enough to be his morning meal, he said, then it almost became his second breakfast, I no longer want to happen things that make me crazy in this place.

"Already, next time do not be careless, I do not want to be a young widower because you die slashed by a knife," he said as he passed away to enter the room.

I leaned my back on the soft sofa, my mind hovering over the embarrassing incident.

God, how could this all just happen, I don't feel like I'm willing to give my life to that man, I'm really afraid of being dumped if it's like this.

I closed my eyes slowly, there was a circle of tears dripping down my cheeks, this chest felt so tight.

"You all right, Miss?" Mr. Joe again surprised me, disperse my daydreams, as soon as I wiped away the tears that had already dripped with the back of my hand.

"It's okay, sir, please leave me alone" I said slowly, then closed my eyes, took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

Mr. Joe looked at me with pity, but no one would understand what I was feeling right now.

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