The Struggle for Love of the Ceo

Failed again!

Seeing Azka already sound asleep in his arms. Slowly, Amalia pulled her hand and confirmed the position of her son to look comfortable in his sleep. After giving a kiss on Azka's forehead, Amalia crawled down from the bed to catch up with her husband who was waiting for her in the next room.

“Astaghfirullah!” Amalia's body accidentally hit her husband's body when the man was about to enter the room to see Azka's state. Amalia's reflexes rubbed her hot forehead.

“Sorry sorry, Honey. Ak--.”

Angga's words were cut off when a hand landed on his mouth.

“Do not be noisy! He just fell asleep.” Angga nods to make Amalia pull her hand and switch to arm Angga.“Let's go to room.”

“Before dear. I want to see it first.” Angga tried to break through the door of the room that had just been closed. But was restrained when Amalia blocked his body.

“No need, Mas. We go straight to the room.”

Angga looked at Amalia and grinned.

“What?” ask Amalia who looks confused.

“Say dong, if you already miss.” Angga pointed his bead down right at the core that began to tighten making Amalia hit the arm of her husband who began to look perverted.

“Start, pervert! I forbid you to come in because I don't want Mas to disturb Azka. Mas, ‘kan jahil. Like noel-noel cheek Azka if she wakes up how?”

Angga chuckles amusedly. “After I've been gawking, darling."

Amalia just rolled her eyes lazily. "We're going to the room, Mas. I'm sleepy, here!"

"Let's come on." Angga grabbed his wife's shoulders as he stepped towards their room which was directly opposite Azka's room.

Upon arriving in the room, Amalia went into the bathroom to change clothes. While Angga sits leaning on the headboard. While waiting for Amalia to finish her business, Angga grabbed her phone. Her forehead frowned at the sight of some messages from Niko who said her parents were unceasingly asking her whereabouts.

"What's up, Mom?"

Angga flinched with Amalia's voice suddenly already on the edge of the bed. The man did not answer. Body sculpting. Even in the dim light of the sleeping lights, Amalia's face was so beautiful.

He glanced at his wife's body. The woman wore a spaghetti-styled nightgown, to accentuate her fine curves. Looking at that scene, the instant his blood rippled violently.

"Mas! Why look at me like that?" Amalia looked down, hiding a red cloak on her face.

Angga put his phone back on the nightstand. He moved closer to Amalia.

"Darling ... Look Mas!" Angga raised Amalia's chin so that the woman looked at him. "You're so pretty, honey. I love you."

"I love you too, Mom." Without excuse, a brief kiss landed right on Angga's lips. The man bought his eyes, he really did not expect Amalia to be this aggressive.

"Ma-maf Mas's. I-I'm let go." Amalia looked back. But before long, Angga raised his face again.

"Mas loves being affectionate with your attitude like this."

"Ak—.'

Instantly Angga pulled the nape of Amalia and silenced his wife's mouth. The moans began to sound. Angga smiled at his kiss because Amalia without awkward to reply to his treatment with no less great. Could this be the effects of longing that culminated between the two?

Without letting go of his kiss, Angga laid his wife's body in the middle of the bed. Satisfied playing with Amalia's lips, Angga released his kiss and switched to tracing the chin, neck to the woman's collarbone. Not to forget also the man left traces of ownership there.

"Gt ... Ahhh." The hissing and sighing cannot stem the pleasure. Moreover, Angga's hands began to spread with his shrewdness in the sensitive areas of his wife.

*******, the reception and ******* did not stop on Amalia's lips when her husband's hand began to slip into the clothes she was wearing. A moment later, with just a single move, Angga was able to untie the hook on the cloth that wrapped both of Amalia's important assets.

"Nr ...." Amalia felt the grip of Angga's palm on her chest which made her body dart. Really Amalia wanted to curse, how delicious the touch that her husband gave her.

Unsatisfied with just squeezing, Angga drowned his face in one of Amalia's chests while his hands remained bouncy to the point of stopping at his wife's most precious asset. Amalia gasped and almost shouted as Angga's fingers toyed with the fine feathers there.

"Maas ...."

"Take it out, honey. Don't hold it." Angga's voice sounded hoarse. The fog of passion so densely enveloped him. His tongue crept over the top of the chest, twisting and teasing the object.

"Mas ... Ah ... I'm ...."

"Call my name, honey."

"Mas ... Akh ...." Amalia flinched as Angga gave a small bite at the top of her chest making both her hands reflexively scramble Angga's hair and immerse it even deeper into her chest. As if asking for more than her husband's treatment.

"People!"

Amalia's body fluttered for a moment. The woman had reached the peak of her first pleasure. Angga distanced his body from Amalia who slowly began to relax with a breath of breath. He looked at his wife's face that was soaked in sweat. Apparently, the cold emitted by the air conditioner room was no longer able to stem the heat that emanated from the bodies of two people who were drunk with love.

“Sayang .. I'm not strong enough to hold it.” From the bead of Angga's eyes, Amalia could see the glint of lust that had soared up there. The woman nodded.

Angga. Just now he wanted to lower his pants a shout from behind the door sounded noisy.

“Dad ... Mother ....!”

Instantly, Angga's face turned deathly pale. I want him to feel annoyed. But his common sense overcame him. Angga then got off the bed to open the door. While Amalia she tidied up her almost stripped clothes.

After the door opened, a little boy immediately hugged his father's leg.

"Dad, Azka was afraid of bobo herself. Azka wants bobo Ama Daddy and Mommy ya." Angga immediately carried his son and headed to the bed.

"Yes Azka bobo here first yes," said Angga lay his son beside his wife's body. Then Angga moved from that place. But a pull stopped his pace.

"Where are you going?" Amalia knew her husband must be disappointed not to be able to let out his passion tonight.

"I take a drink first baby," said Angga smiling forcefully at his wife. Amalia took off her husband's hand. With a gontai step, Angga walked towards the kitchen.

"Why are you crying?" The woman who looks beautiful than usual gently rubbed her son's hair.

"Azka is afraid of Mother. Azka doesn't want to bobbin cendili. Mommy lives in Azka," the boy complained as he shook his mouth.

"I'm sorry, honey. Mother was just meenin Daddy for a moment. Now Azka's booby again." Azka closed her eyes again.

to be continued...

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