Adult Male Love Prisoner
CHAPTER 151 - Fits Mood

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"I go, don't eat late .. Don't try to smoke if you don't want me to cheat."

Keyvan sneered at Mikhayla's threat. He did use those words and managed to make Keyvan submit. Never mind smoking, touching the wrapper he never again even though Justin still often teases him.

"Okay, almost an hour here ... Om Babas is even hot outside," Mikahyla said considering that at this time Bastian may have been around looking for fried foods around the hospital.

"Let it go, he understands too. Bastian is a man, of course so if you are alone with his wife," said Keyvan did not want to lose, but it was clear and real only Keyvan was like this.

"You think, but it doesn't seem to."

Before descending, Mikhayla tidied herself up first. The perfume that Mikhayla used to anesthetize Keyvan's sense of smell made him even more unwilling for his wife to leave. The man looked at his wife so closely, that he longed for his own anxiety to see Mikhayla's lips that looked wet after he dabbled many times with the lipglos.

"You what?"

Mikhayla's premonition began to be bad when the husband looked at her so closely. Keyvan grabbed the nape of his neck and scooped Mikhayla's lips without warning. Panicked, surprised that even the perfume that had been in his hand just fell down.

Keyvan raised his wife's body to sit on her lap. The man wrapped his hands so tightly around the wife's slender waist. The barrage of Keyvan again made Mikhayla's lips wet for different reasons.

"Well, time has to be repeated again" upset Mikhayla when Keyvan took off his pagutan, the man just smiled faintly and remained reluctant to let go of his embrace.

"Come with me today?"

"Why all of a sudden, where's bis_"

"Can, I'll call Mr. Bagas later," said Keyvan is indeed as easy as it was to create a rule, if the barrier Mikhayla obligation, then Keyvan can manage everything easily.

"Office?"

"Hotel."

"Huh? Heh crazy, what do you want to do in the morning to the hotel?"

"Bas, let's go ..."

Unconcerned by Mikhayla's panic, the man called out to Bastian immediately. Bastian had obviously entered quickly, still with the new half-fried tempeh he entered immediately.

"Where, Boss?"

"Hotel."

"Office, Om."

Their answer was different, Bastian looked confused but the position of Mikhayla who now remains in the lap of Keyvan makes the man understand it seems the most real purpose is the Hotel.

Without lingering, the man drove at a moderate pace and he let his master was about to do what was behind there. Until, when Keyvan and Mikhayla came down left Bastian just like that.

"Hadeuh, it makes no difference .. daughter-in-law, her in-laws are the same. I how? Been asked to wait until it's done?"

Bastian is monologuing, he's confused by what's going on right now. Again and again, he had to enjoy the waiting period, lucky to have bought a large amount of fried food because he was khilaf.

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Arriving at the hotel room, Keyvan clearly continued his wish. I regret Mikhayla saying goodbye by tucking her lips like that. As a result, now he was trapped in the arms of Keyvan and could not escape again.

"You should get pregnant after this."

Keyvan's breathing seemed heavy, the man wiped his sweat from holding Mikhayla with long strides enough to make her tired. The man rolled his shirt arm up to his elbow, while bedridden Mikhayla just stared at the man questioningly.

"What's? Getting pregnant? Make the child depends on the mood, I used to ask your hamili to refuse," said Mikhayla now moved up and take off his shoes, Keyvan was in the habit of acting at will even decide something in a matter of seconds.

"Whatever, I want it now ... Zavia's been almost six years. He didn't want me to carry him anywhere anymore" Keyvan said, then sat down to his wife.

"Keep if pregnant you ask at home like that?"

"No, you still I allow to keep doing your duty .. I will not interfere, Khay. Come on, if I had a baby it wouldn't be this lonely" she asked even on her knees, she was really lonely.

How not to be lonely, Zavia and Mikhayla seemed to have lived their own lives and could not take it as they pleased. Moreover, at this time Keny already has another child, obviously Keyvan ketar-ketir made.

"Okay .. We're gonna have a baby, but not for him now. Night, 'could, at home that's time here."

"Why really? Nothing's wrong."

"You hear yes, the place where it was made had an effect on the result .. We as parents must really pay attention to the preparation, do not be original," mikhayla said back with original theories that he created himself.

"We make Zavia in the room, the result is so .. now we try in the hotel, who knows different."

Mikhayla will eventually lose. Keyvan wasn't kidding, and once he wanted something, it had to come true. Slowly, he pushed Mikhayla's body completely open there. "Smile dong, do not frown so later our children follow pouting," said Keyvan when he wanted to kiss his wife for umpteenth time.

"Slow but my waist hurt" said Mikhayla, who was later adopted by Keyvan.

The man followed, if slowly the wife said then she would do it. There was nothing Keyvan could argue about while it could get him what he wanted. Their marriage had been going on for almost seven years, but their warmth did not quickly diminish. But increasingly, he who had refused now slowly enjoy along with the rhythm of the beat that Keyvan gave.

The honey of love that Keyvan feels is still just as sweet. The man groaned for a few minutes over his wife's body. His breathing was breathless, sweat pouring from his athletic body. Keyvan threw his body at Mikhayla's side, the man peeping at his wife as an expression of his affection.

"Thank you, my wife."

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- To Be Continue -

As usual, while I'm up stop by her friend's story huh.