His Purpose
80. Man in Slumber [18+]

"Owhh .. sshh .. emh .. yes ..." Maria was closed to squeeze the sheets under her body, soaking Gibran's pounding increasingly tightened against her intimate center.

He feels full. Gibran seemed to be holding his waist from behind. No matter the knees and elbows Maria was numb and limp holding the weight of the body as well as Gibran's attack that was so offensive.

Maria gasped for her head on the pillow, maybe she had collapsed if Gibran had not held her waist to stay on her back, though his hands occasionally looked for a hold forward, squeezing fast payu Maria who is obviously affectionate when budgeted.

The man groaned, growled and roared with a heavy voice. The distinctive sound of wet friction accompanies their romance towards dusk. A yellowish ray infiltrated from the window, casting a faint light that quietly seized Gibran's attention.

Twilight, this time Papa won't take off your mama no matter what.

"Oohhhh ..." Gibran groaned longly along with three final jolts that managed to make Mary fuse in a joint release.

The woman collapsed completely with gasping breath. Gibran removed his hand from Mary's waist, overlaying the full body of tenderness that enveloped the center of her body warmly.

Gibran kissed Maria's back while occasionally moving slowly, reluctant to release the union which honestly could make it back stiffened if left unchecked.

"Nnav ..." Maria moans. His body crevices were still pulsing between the liquid that was now seeping through the sheets.

"Laura will poke me all out after this," he sighed tiredly.

Gibran smiled smelling Maria's messy hair. "I'll have Martha take care of it."

"Racid?"

Maria nodded, "Hem. But I know Koko won't be enough once."

Gibran grinned, "Of course, Sugarplum."

He rose from the body of Mary, embraced the woman from the side and stroked her gently.

Mary scowled whenever Gibran's hands tickled the edges of her chest, stroking full of temptation which gave rise to a displeased look.

Gibran chuckled furiously, he bit on Mary's bare shoulder without even once taking a look. He gently reversed Mary's position to the back, briefly rubbing the chewy mound that often made her lose her mind, then went down to the stomach, giving a light elucidation that kept Mary quiet peacefully.

Gibran lowered his face into that flat stomach, his highlight sharpening meaningfully. Maria never knew every food she ate contained stimulants that could make her pregnant quickly.

He grinned, re-embraced Mary and carried her in a broom, harboring kisses while inhaling the scent of passion emanating on their bodies.

This way you won't be able to leave me. Until whenever.

***

Mary stood in the corner of the library, hiding behind a towering high shelf while holding a book in her arms.

His eyes were straight on someone who seemed to be focused in a corner near the window. The man was reading, but his aura was so radiant that it overcame the bright afternoon shade out there.

Mary's heart raced with her feet approaching. His whole body trembled nervously smelling a masculine fragrance that went out to hypnotize the nerves, freezing half the brain that lately often overshadowed his handsome face like a seasoned Asian model.

Maria cleared her throat, her head lowered, and her face became increasingly heated.

"Good afternoon, Senior."

There's no answer. The man didn't even look at things for a second. Maria bit her lips in dismay, silently questioning the courage she had gathered.

"A-I ... I .. Can you help me? I'm having trouble doing chores .." the great-grandson is almost inaudible.

Silence enveloped. Maria almost gave up when the man ignored her whereabouts. Up to five minutes later the cold figure looked up, throwing a rippling flat highlight that left Maria stunned to hold her breath.

"I-That's ... If Senior objected, it's okay. I-I'm not forcing," he said stammered.

Maria grimaced about to retreat, but the heavy, emotionless voice managed to stop her.

"Sit down."

Although the tone sounded sniffy, but strangely Mary's heart was even more rustling. His eyes were a little disbelieving. For one week he had prepared mentally for the sake of talking to the man.

Since the incident where the man gave his umbrella to Maria, the days of Maria can not be overshadowed by the handsome figure of the high-precision student.

He was always watching her from afar. A great curiosity began to arise stifling the chest. The desire to see his figure the more days the higher the intensity.

Maria tried to control her smile as she pulled up the chair and sat there, right in front of the idol she had secretly hoped for.

Maria offered a task that she was actually very capable of doing on her own. Honestly, this is just a possible reason for cliche and often done by people. However, he did not care, whatever he would do in order to face directly with the famous silent figure, even though just kissing his fragrance, it has made Mary more than happy.

Mary's eyes sparkled hearing every explanation the man gave. His voice was able to shake the world of Mary in one breath.

He was completely in love, until it felt like he was shivering with an unbearable feeling. The man looked up, "Understand?"

Maria did not reply, she was still dissolved in a sudden pink euphoria surrounding the quiet atmosphere of the library.

The man waved his hand in front of him. Maria flinched, "Y-Yes?"

"Aren't you listening?"

"A-Ah .. that ... anu ..." Maria doesn't know what to answer. Because he really did not pay attention to the man's explanation. All he had seen since was a handsome face and seductive movements of his lips.

The man called back to her, but her voice sounded faint until Maria had to open her eyes several times.

"Plums?"

"Plums?"

Maria opened her eyes slowly, glued to the face of someone just a few inches above her. Back the man called out, "Plum? You hear me?"

Kontan Maria whispered, "Yes ... Seniors."

Gibran's body stiffened. He looked at Mary with a difficult look. The jaw moves when it gulps. His pupils slightly enlarged with bated breath.

"What?" gibran whispered with a faint tremor.

Silence as if strangling his neck. The dimmer of the sleeping lights no longer emanates the romantic impression and the excitement that a few hours ago they regurgitated together.

Mary blinked touching Gibran's face. His lips covered a beautiful smile while kissing the friendly husband who seemed to flinch at him.

"What's wrong? Koko wants more, huh?"

There's no other reason Gibran woke him up in the middle of the night. Maria knows Gibran often wakes up in two or three hours to repeat the romance.

But, usually the man will immediately attack until he wakes up forcibly.

Although a little astonished, Maria voluntarily widened her legs allowing Gibran to enter the body. He could feel Gibran's property stiffening at the base of his thigh.

Maria bit her lips, deliberately nudged the center of passion because Gibran continued to flinch.

"Why silence?"

"What did you say?"

"What?" mary did not understand.

"When you wake up. What did you call me?"

Mary frowned, trying to think and digest Gibran's question. Did he say anything about his dream and the stranger? Is he delirious?

If yes, then. Gibran must have been angry because he called another man's name in his sleep.

Jeez ... How this ...

Before Gibran asked again, Mary quickly reversed their position, slamming Gibran's body until the man lay down below.

"You— Oohh ..." Gibran growled as Mary put her center of passion into her mouth, melulum and sucked it along with a sequence that made Gibran gasp and gasp with ease.

"Aarghp ... What are you doing?"

Mary smiled waving her fingers shrewdly, occasionally licking as her eyes glanced at Gibran. "It must satisfy my passionate husband."

After that, Maria again gave her best serve to Gibran, silencing the man in a sea of passion that again rolled them through the night.