Sharing Love: My Husband Married Without My Permission

297. The Conqueror

"It's night, loh. Not tired of what?" ask again. I shook my head and leaned on his shoulder and noticed the work on the laptop he was holding.

"You're this. Azka sleep use time for you to rest, later if the pain you feel, I can not heal your pain, can only take you to the doctor, he said. I pulled my body and looked at him with a stern look.

"You're like a doain I'd be sick to say that" I said tightly.

Being aware of what I said just made him turn his head.

"Eh, it's not like that. Why do you have such ugly thoughts about me. I mean I said that let you not be so cut. Let you rest well, not pray for you who don't" he said quickly.

"I haven't slept yet because I want you to work, instead you say I'm sick." I'm sulking. Intention to accompany her as a good wife even get such a remark. I quickly turned my body around and slept beside Azka, pulling the blanket that was on her feet violently.

"Eh, how come it's so bad." Worried and in a guilty tone, she poked my shoulder which I then patted violently.

"Ma, honey," he called. I didn't look, I didn't want to! It was so upset. I am not tired of how to sleep comfortably, especially my husband who is still struggling with his work.

"Eh, baby. That's just angry. Is this really angry?" ask my husband in a special seducing tone.

I'm still upset, not answering.

"Well, really angry. I mean good, Ma. You can't be sick, remember you're pregnant, don't get tired" she said. It's not wrong, but I don't know why I still don't want to stop being angry with him.

"Ma, dear Mama," she called again while pinching my cheek slowly a few times. "Ma."

"Awas ah! I want you to work, even in order to sleep, you just don't sleep why also tell me to rest!" I was angry with him.

"Oh, because that's why. Yes, Papa does not work, I hope. Already, yeah. Don't be angry anymore. Papa does not want Mama angry, yuk just sleep," he said, whether he was what but then a few seconds later his big hand coiled in front of my stomach.

"Geez, my wife is why if angry even make a gemes ya. Make me want to shake," he said sounding ambiguous. I turned my head far back, looking at him who was now sticking his head around my neck.

"Surge! What a shake, nothing!" pissed me.

"Saw blade, Ma. Like yesterday it was, you who rocked on top, it was delicious. Like a dangdut artist, what's his name?" he asked when he clearly also knew who the artist he was referring to just now.

"Ma, yuk. We shake again, how many nights has nengokin not adek. Kangen, Papa. Azka's sleep is good." She seduced, her big hands had already started to fit into my clothes. It was so warm, and .... Ah, sultry!

"Can't you?" ask again. Her lips began to gently walk down my neck, a thin, unshaved mustache making a deliciously tingly there. Ginding became.

"Well, Papa asked for rations, right?" ask again. I was angry actually, shaking my head in denial of his request, but my body treacherously groaned and let out a hissing sound from inside my mouth. A little can't stay still as the touch turned intoxicating me.

Arga did not stop his activities, he even more persistent trying to conquer me.

Honestly my mind said no, but my body responded so well that somehow my hand didn't even remove the arm from the clothes.

I was getting lulled by what Arga did until now resigned to his treatment. The negligee shirt I was wearing had now been revealed, the fabric on the inside went somewhere, not felt when he took it off.

Without excuse, he threw me down on my back, and I could only obey. Slowly, but surely the treatment has made me lose and also resigned.

We did it very slowly, still realizing that beside there was Azka who had fallen asleep soundly. It was like playing with cats, even though we weren't haram to do it.

"Don't be too agile. Later Azka woke up," I said while holding her waist up and down, tingling, sore, and delicious now stopped down there. I lyrics Azka who is still sound asleep, afraid if she wakes up.

"No agile, no good," he whispered in reply to my words earlier, now moving his hips back very slowly while whining bitterly.

"Later if Azka wakes up even can not be completed."

"Yes, I won't be too loud either" he whispered.

We continued our play, stopping occasionally as the sleeping Azka twisted her body. Scrutinizing in the dim light of the sleeping lamp, what fear if Azka opened her eyes, although she did not understand what we were doing, but it felt strange also when seen by others.

It was uncomfortable, not as good, as wise, and as free as when Azka was in his box, but how else. Our voices have to be held in our mouths, movements are also kept in order to do so very gently.

"Move to yuk's couch, Ma! it's not good to be slow like this" he asked. I nodded, it did not feel good other than just amused, more worried if Azka woke up from her sleep and we could not get our satisfaction.

Arga carried me in front, something 'it' felt still hard stuck under my butt. He closed his lips and clenched them gently. The longer the kiss, the sweeter it was, the more sweet it felt when there was nothing else there.

Slowly he laid me down on the soft sofa and we continued the game without worrying about being distracted.

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Hayooo, wait a minute? Friday night. Byeh, Othor can not continue the story, bebeb no.

Booorrrh ....

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