HANDSOME MASTER (Late In Love)

Honeymoon part 3

I laid my body against the glass window, even though my body was tired from the trip here, but my eyes were still reluctant to shut.

"You haven't slept?" said Mr. Arga while putting his lips on my shoulder.

"Not yet."

"You waiting for me?"

"Ti, no. I'm not sleepy yet" I said as I pulled the blanket over my legs up to my waist.

"Lying, it seems you can't wait to spend this beautiful night with me" she said, tracing the entire length of my shoulders and back with her lips.

"Please don't be like this, sir." I shifted away from him.

"You're rejecting me again?" He violently turned my body to face him.

I was silent, not moving at all, my heart was already racing so fast, even the sound of its beating was heard so clearly in my ears.

"Well if you don't want to serve me, I'll go home and leave you alone" he said, standing behind me.

"Then, how am I, sir?" Cold sweat started to wash over my body.

"It's none of my business, please be a bum here, I'll be home." He then grabbed his shirt hanging behind the door.

I quickly approached, grabbed her hand while pleading that she not leave me alone here, what would be my fate if she was really serious about what she said.

"Sir, I beg you, don't leave me here" I said, embracing his sturdy arm.

"I don't want a wife who can't serve me!"

"Well, I will serve you, but please don't go" I said, tugging at the rudimentary white shirt he was wearing.

After all, you have already forcibly taken my virginity, why else would I cover it.

"Slowly, I'm not excited to see you." He threw away his face, unwilling to look me in the face.

"I beg you, Sir. Let's do it all night, don't leave me alone." I hugged her from behind tightly, already broken in my veins, I don't care anymore, I'm really afraid she's leaving me here.

"Go!" He rebelled, letting go of my arms.

I stayed in my stance, still trying to hug her body with all my might.

"Get out of my presence, I'm sick of this fucking wedding, go!"

As my tears melted away, the tightness of my chest made me feel like I was losing oxygen to breathe, Mr. Arga looked at me with a stern look, his face red withstanding such a burning emotion, he then walked over to the glass window while staring out.

"Sir." I still tried to get close to him, grabbing his hand.

"Get rid of your hand, I'm already not feeling," he said, shaking my hand violently, not even looking at me at all.

I wiped away the tears that were rushing down my cheeks violently, ruffling my hair in frustration. But I still had one weapon to seduce her, one that made me lose face and shame in front of her, but it seemed like the only way she could forgive me.

I stepped back away from her, slowly releasing the black-colored lingerie that wrapped my body, I took off the remains of the cloth attached, until there was no more thread that covered my shame, stupidity, I've lost my mind.

I took a deep breath controlling my emotions that had gone up and down, without waiting for a long time, the eyes of Mr. Arga were instantly focused on me, he swallowed his saliva several times while adjusting his breath.

Hah, I know, you won't be able to survive in this condition, give up on me, Mister!

He tried to look away at the outside of the glass window, this time his hands were stuck on the glass as his body support.

I let out seductive groans to retract his attention, I lay down my entire body that has been plastered this real on the mattress while lying passionately.

"What are you doing, crazy girl!" He said without looking at me.

I know you're still trying to hold him back, come here, sir, surrender with your ego.

"I? did what?" I said with a soft tone.

"Wear your clothes!"

"No, I'm teasing you, sir." I got up and walked towards him without shame. Right, I really have no shame.

"Well, you did it" she said, grabbing the nape of my neck and sticking her sex lips with mine.

He meekly began his mischievous action, going down the entire curve of my body with his lips, massaging my sensitive parts with both hands.

We were drifting in a burning romance, I was enjoying all the scenes tonight without coercion, he was doing it with gentleness, his every move as if taking me flying across the clouds. Truly, this is a pleasure I have never felt in my entire life, I would be foolish to miss the best moment like this.

Tonight passed so tiring, we wrestled in the blanket for hours, mercilessly without pause he continued to eat me, doing it without rest at all, even me up to several times almost lost his breath made.

All this activity stopped when the dawn shoots had been lurking from a distance, not knowing the time tirelessly, it turns out we almost did it until the morning, then we fell asleep hugging each other, we were hugging each other, rest all tense muscles overnight.

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There was a ringing of the voice of Mr. Arga's cell phone was loud, but the owner was still closed so tightly while wrapping his sturdy arm around me.

"Sir, someone called" I said slowly.

"Hm." He just cleared his throat and wriggled tightening his embrace.

A few minutes later, the phone rang again, I got up and picked it up.

"Shortly, Sir. I'll get him the phone" I said, trying to raise his sturdy arm.

"Let it, just interrupt." He still closed his eyes, drowning his head next to mine.

Finally I relented, letting the phone ring continuously, taking care of it nonstop, no matter how many missed calls were already on display, but this man was so reluctant to leave his padded mattress.

The sun had crept up, I glanced at the clock on the wall, which was already showing at nine in the morning, faintly heard some people were swimming in the pool near our room, I want to feel like I'm breathing fresh air in this country this morning, but in fact the man beside me would rather spend his time lying in his arms around me on the bed.

I snorted annoyedly, the longer I lay on this bed making me even more bored, what's more just listening to this man's breath. Sunlight had already barged in through the sidelines of the air hole above the glass window, even its warmth was already able to penetrate the skin, but it did not seem to make Mr. Arga open his eyes at all.

"Sir" I whispered.

"Hm." Apparently he wasn't really sleeping.

"I want to pee," I continued.

"Later on." He answered without moving at all.

"I can't stand it, if I wet the bed how?"

"That's the reason, yes!" He let go of his embrace and changed into grabbing the bolster under his feet.

Hah, I can finally escape the clutches of that mad tiger.

I hurried to get my clothes in the closet, and I took a shower and changed, I thought.

But when I opened the bathroom door, it turned out that Mr. Arga had arrived there first. I immediately turned to peek towards the bed.

Didn't he sleep there?

Why is it so fast she got in the bathroom, miraculous.

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