The Devil JOVE's
140. Reliable Player

Casandra stared unblinkingly at the tattoo engraved on Jove's back. Although not the first time to see, but he was still stunned. Too fierce, very suitable with her husband's cold and cruel temper.

"Attracted, em?"

Jove walked to the bed. He then leaned over, aligned his face with Casandra's. This woman, now officially bears the title as Lady Lorenzo. How many times does Jove have to admit that his heart is very happy. Moreover, among them there is no danger that prevents, making Jove so much love him.

"Would it be wrong to be fascinated with your husband?" answer Casandra sewot. "I'm fascinated, after all, not by the person, but by the tattoo on your back."

"Don't you ever see her?"

"It's been, but I'm still fascinated. I was curious to get a tattoo too. Can't you?"

Brucks

Casandra is shocked to death when Jove suddenly pushes her body to fall on her back on the bed. If he would normally immediately rebel, this time not. Casandra even deliberately wrapped her hands around her husband's neck who looked angry because of hearing his words just now. Hehehe, who told you to tease him. Yeah, he's flirting back.

"Any anger?"

"I'm not even willing to see a mosquito stop by your soft skin. And then you just as well talk about getting a tattoo?" jove said coldly. The corner of his lips then lifted upwards forming one grin that was quite wide. "Rather than I have to let someone else get a tattoo on your body, I'd rather just skin your whole body with my own hands. That way you'll always remember that I'm the best tattooist you've ever known. Wanna?"

"I just heard this time that a husband threatened his wife on their first night. Don't you think you're too sadistic, Jove?" casandra's protest was rather horrified to hear the threat Jove had just thrown. He was only joking, why did this mafia take him so seriously. Oh my, so fear him now.

"It is precisely because you are my wife that you must learn anything that can ignite my emotions. And I don't like my own being touched by someone else. You know that's a bad woman?"

"I'm not a bad woman, I'm a good woman!"

"Then what name is suitable for a woman who intends to make a tattoo on her body? Piet woman? Or the holy woman?"

Casandra. He then hit Jove's arm a little strongly. This mafia is really. The smartest thing is to make people upset. Huh.

Jove exhaled a long breath seeing Casandra pursing her lips. Anxious, he kissed her. Long enough, until the sound of their lips filled the entire room. This time the kiss felt much sweeter as Casandra replied with a full of feelings. Jove so no need to bother forcing and fishing like before.

"J-Jove, you said tonight you'd let me rest. Why are your hands running all over the place?" casandra asked somewhat surprised when Jove's hand slipped into the back of the clothes she was wearing. He was nervous for this guy.

"Just want to touch it. It's okay, right?" sahut Jove with breath that starts heavy. It was probably he could bear not touching his wife's opium body. Even now Jove's brain can't think clearly anymore. She's passion.

"Touching what. Obviously your fingers won't be silent. That's a sign you're fishing for my passion!"

"Then enjoy it."

"But I'm tired,"

"I'll move. You just want to* and say that you love me. I'll take you flying right away" whispered Jove as she gulped. He then bit his lower lip as his eyes began to misty n*fsu. "Darling, your scent makes me feel like I'm going crazy. I can't if I don't touch you. How'this?"

"Do I want to help you in other ways? Really Jove, I was really tired after a day of standing up and greeting the invited guests. I'm afraid you're not satisfied if I serve him only half-and-half" Casandra said, trying to get Jove's understanding. If this man refused, then Casandra had to surrender. How else. Her husband's passion always peaked every time they were close.

"Sorry,"

"Huh?"

Jove stared fixedly at Casandra's bead eyes. His face was flushed with burning heat.

"I'm sorry I couldn't keep my word. I know you're tired, and I'm the same. But I really can't help it, baby. I should how?"

"Then don't hold it!"

"But you ....

Before Jove could finish her words, Casandra had already scooped her lips. Free in hold. Because slowly his body also began to burn due to Jove's hand movements down there. Casandra is very tired, but no matter what tonight is her first night with Jove. He cannot be selfish. So using the remaining energy, as much as possible he would serve her.

"Dear, don't force. Tomorrow morning we still have to go to Japan. Later you can not wake up," whispered Jove while rubbing Casandra's lips that look redder due to her being too excited mel*matnya.

"Related to?"

With a seductive gesture, Casandra lowered the ties of the clothes she wore. His eyes kept watching the change in expression on Jove's face from being visibly tormented, growing more tormented by her actions.

"I'm tired, but I'll keep doing it. Because what? Because now is our first night. So let's do it, Jove. I'm yours tonight" whispered Casandra as she gently stroked her husband's handsome face that was already red. Jakun this man continued to move quickly, signifying how much he was very longing for the pleasure of his body.

"You sure?" ask Jove to make sure. His head became dizzy to see the chest of Casandra who had been exposed freely in front of his eyes. But as much as possible Jove is still trying to survive. He wants a little tolerance like most of the men out there who he says won't be pushy if she's tired.

"Do I need to rape you first?"

Jove chuckles. A little frontal of his wife's words. Very very interesting indeed. In just a few seconds Casandra can show a different attitude. Sometimes soft, sometimes rough, and sometimes very sweet. But for the sweet part usually Casandra will only do in certain moments only. Like taking off his shirt. That sweet attitude is able to make Jove's view become confused. Very sexy.

"I'm not letting you go tonight, baby. And I won't care even if you whine!" said Jove who eventually lost will self-defense. He could not resist the pleasure Casandra was trying to offer. He can't.

"Well, who's afraid!" sahut Casandra with his arrogance.

God, please don't make me faint in the middle of the game. This man who became my husband was never enough if he only did it once, he would definitely do it several times. Please don't let me lose, God. I beg.

If only Jove could hear the contents of Casandra's heart, in guarantee he would laugh out loud. Casandra offered, but she was also terrified to serve her n*fuls which were indeed very large. But yes, let it be Casandra's pain. Because now Jove's been focused on touching here and there. While Casandra, the strong woman is now closing her eyes while continuing to groan in the face of the series of pleasures in her body. Jove is a reliable player, of course he will torture his wife to helpless before picking up the real pleasure. Ah, the night is still very long. And Casandra's suffering has just begun.

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