His Purpose
109. warning 18+

Since becoming pregnant, Mary often feels hungry at unexpected times, especially at night. Like now, when it only passed about two hours after dinner, but his stomach was again asking for intake.

With a snot Maria came out of the elevator stroking her stomach slowly, hoping that in the kitchen there was still food or anything she could eat.

Maria really wanted brownies. The shadow of the chocolate cake that melted in his mouth made his saliva instantly scatter. Chocolate bars with a layer of caramel in them also inevitably make Mary bite the lips.

"Where's the store, huh? It's been night since I've been home? Usually he's told me about overtime." Maria frowned remembering the husband who until now had not seen the trunk of his nose.

He turned across the dining room and into the kitchen. However, it was only until the doorway of his feet had come to a stop.

A servant stood in front of the stove unaware of Mary's presence. The girl seemed to focus on stirring the pot in front of her.

Maria who smelled the fragrant aroma of continuous cooking approached curious. The fragrance was legit and sweet, striking exactly at the stomach of the starving Mary.

"That's what?"

The waiter jumped, "Miss?" his shock.

He was at once troubled to see Mary.

"Madam, ma-sorry, I used the kitchen without permission," stammered the waiter with his head lowered.

Maria nodded in wonder. "What are you doing? Why apologize? Is this kitchen not to be used?"

"I'm sorry, Madam ..." The waiter almost cried.

Scratching her head, Maria grimaced softly. "Hey, stop. Don't exaggerate. Can't anyone cook here?"

"But, Mr ..."

"Luck, my husband is not around." Maria shook her hand. "This what?" ask her once again while looking into the pot.

"It's green bean porridge, ma'am."

"Green bean porridge?"

Maria slightly leaned her face smelling a puff of smoke over the pot. "Scented. Can I try? Is this cooking?"

"Of course you can, madam. It's cooking."

Quickly the servant took the bowl and spoon, and poured the porridge until Mary could taste it.

Maria blew quietly before bribing him carefully. The shape of the porridge was very dark, Maria was a bit hesitant to try it if not for the smell that smelled good.

One end of the spoon made it into Mary's mouth. He stamped it out under the anxious gaze of the waiter. Even unconsciously the girl gulped waiting for Maria's response.

"W-how, Madam?" His face is pias.

Instead of answering, Maria again bribed the bean porridge with more vigor. This time a full spoon brings a nod of amazement from Maria.

The sweet taste of palm sugar mixed with the aroma of ginger and the savory coconut milk managed to make Mary momentarily forget her desire for chocolate. The gentler nature of the green beans made Mary addicted to wanting it again and again.

Almost five minutes later, Maria thrust her empty bowl at the servant who had not stopped pecking since.

"Can I add more?" ringisnya shy.

Tapa realized the waiter was chuckling. Maria's look was funny in her eyes. Now he understood why his master was so infatuated with this woman. Once faced directly he could already feel such an incredible attraction.

Maria didn't have to do anything to get a man to prostrate himself at her feet.

"May, ma'am," cried the servant and began to refill Mary's bowl.

"When in Jakarta I often see it in roadside shops or on some restaurant menus. But I never once had any interest in trying it. It looks so good, huh?"

Either the servant should be concerned or be moved by Mary's confession. That means her green bean porridge was the first Maria tried.

"Now the Madam can eat as much."

Maria swallowed her chew. "You don't eat?"

"G ..." Scratching his neck, the waiter said nervously. "I'm afraid Madam isn't full if I eat."

"Ck, do you think I can spend a pot alone?" decak Mary.

"Eat. You must have made it to eat, right?"

Secretly the servant spoke in his heart. "Mrs spent almost 15 dishes of Master's cooking." He grimaces. "Okay, Madam."

They also ate the porridge together with Maria who added the most portion. Hopefully, the pregnant woman does not get sudden diabetes.

***

Maria was stirred in her sleep when she felt someone's touch that was occasionally accompanied by a squeeze.

Moaning in protest, Maria squirmed uncomfortably as the big hand went down rubbing her thigh, then slowly climbed up and infiltrated, revealing her nightgown.

Stopping at the border of the cloth that closed the intimate gap, the long finger gently pressed down on the center of Mary's body, giving rise to a soft groan that instantly made the owner open his eyes.

Maria blinked slowly when she realized that her back was covered with a warm feeling from one's body. He turned his head, but was immediately attacked by amusement when someone dropped his head between Mary's neck.

Inhaling, tucking and smelling the wet surface of his skin in a few suction. Delivering hot gelenyar to the sidelines of the thigh that now feels sticky by a liquid.

God, the sleepiness is slowly disappearing.

Maria sighed softly as the finger managed to break through the defense and danced freely creating a characteristic thinning sound.

"Nwf ..." Maria reflexively touched the burly arm as an impingement. Squeezing it strong when the long fingers down there are moving more and more hear the rhythm is not good.

Maria looked down and immediately realized her nightgown was already rolled over her stomach. One other hand actively squeezed his woo from behind.

Maria is making it. The peak of his chest was played out in such a way, even though the gap of his body was already wet flooded by his own fluids.

Can't stand Mary biting the pillow hard, channeling a scream in the middle of the game that soon makes her body twitch with a warm splash that she is sure makes a bed sheet under it.

Maria gasped in resignation as her body turned back to her back. The dark face of Gibran staring at her was the main presence Maria saw.

"Coko's home yet?" lirih Maria raucous.

Gibran was no less hoarse. "Hem." He kissed Mary's lips for a few seconds before continuing. "Sorry long. You must be waiting for me" the man regretted.

Gibran's hand was unceasingly wiping the surface of Mary's increasingly dense and large plumes. He took out his finger from the intimate gap of the woman and then glared at her with a full look of pleasure.

"Em." Gibran clicked his tongue. "A tremendous release," he teased.

Mary was ashamed. The man may attack her while sleeping. Maria glanced at the clock that turned out to be at 3 am. Gibran seems to have just finished bathing when viewed from his wet hair.

Mary was still deep in thought when Gibran opened his thighs wide. The man took off his sleeping robe before positioning himself in the crevice of Maria's body.

Gently pressing the wet fold with his perfectly stiffened possession, Gibran groaned low as the tip of his trunk smelled the warmth of the heavenly hole that somehow felt more and more delicious since Mary was pregnant.