My Rich Husband's
Part 93's
Davis entered his penthouse with a bruised face and an injured hand. He covered his whole body like a thief. The man did not want to make his wife worry about seeing her current condition.
Diora who was cooking in the kitchen also looked towards the sound of the feet coming from. He immediately took out a frying pan with such a thick iron.
Prong ...
Diora hit with all her might. “Who are you! What do you want to come to my house sneaking around?”
The woman threw a punch.
“Awww. It's me, your husband.” Davis blocked Diora's hand from hitting her again.
“You, why like a thief.” Diora was about to remove Davis's face cover, but the man turned his face away.
“I'm having the flu,” please Davis looking for an excuse.
“Flu?” Diora scrunched her forehead. “Your voice looks fine, unlike people who are sick.”
“Flu rich people different,” pretext Davis.
“Ohh ...” Diora believed in her husband's words, and she wanted to go back to the kitchen to continue her cooking activities.
“Luckily there was her stupid side,” muttered Davis stroking her chest in relief, her disguise undetected.
However ...
“You lied yes ..” accused Diora of returning to her husband. “Where is the common folk flu and the rich are different.” After he realized his innocence.
Diora immediately opened the cover of her husband's face, her eyes perfectly rounded seeing the bruises on the handsome face that remained handsome despite the bruises.
“You got into a fight?” cecar Diora invites Davis to sit down.
“Custom ... men's affairs,” reply Davis whiny.
“It turns out you could lose a fight too, I thought you would shoot the guy who dared to hit you,” diora, his hand shook Davis' head to the right and to the left to see her bruise.
If I can shoot him, I'll shoot him. But he's my father-in-law, your biological father. I really want Davis to say that.
“I've already replied to him with the same thing.” That was all Davis could say from his lips.
She painstakingly cleansed and treated the wounds on her husband's face.
“Aww..,” strangulation Davis.
“Then with muscles, time just like that in pain,” despicable Diora tat when she saw Davis's face whimpering in pain.
“Not because of my face I was in pain, but your hand was over my injured hand.” Davis cleared up the misunderstanding.
“Oh .. sorry, I don't know.” Diora now saw the wound on her husband's hand. “Gosh ... how can there be broken glass in your hand and you do not clean it directly,” regretted feeling worried there will be an infection.
“Only small wound,” elak Davis. “Why is your reaction like that? Are you worried about me so much? What does it mean you love me?” his god raised his eyebrows.
Plaque ...
Diora slapped her husband's forehead with her palm. “You are silent .. pain can still tease me.”
The not-so-weird moves for Davis began to be felt when his wife began to clean the wound on his hand. Plus her current position was sitting on the sofa with her legs wide open, while Diora was sitting down on the sidelines of her legs making her mind travel everywhere.
Davis swallowed his saliva violently. From this position, he could see a hemisphere that looked challenging to climb.
The man immediately pulled his wife, he put the makeup body on the sofa and locked it in his cage.
“I can't hold it anymore.”
Davis immediately smacked the seductive lips, ignoring his wife's rebellion. His tongue began to move to the neckline, leaving a reddish mark there. His hands have guerrilla entering the fabric that covers the body of the makeup.
Diora began to be hooked with foreplay by her husband. He began to reply to the message given again by Davis.
No rejection from his wife makes Davis already like a man of loyalty, his body is currently very hot. Not the fever that he felt, but the heat of desire that was increasingly passionate.
He stripped off all his clothes, leaving his tiger-patterned boxer.
“Wait ...” Diora stopped her husband's actions when he was about to strip the leather wrapping cloth. “I'm coming month.” He said honestly.
Davis sighed, then ruffled his hair in frustration. “Arghhh ..”
Forced he asked his wife to play with his hands repeatedly instead. Until Diora's hand was so limp because something she was holding right now was not spewing warm white lava.