Women Owned by 5 Young Masters
Chapter 289
Alan woke up early in his apartment feeling refreshed. He smelled a seductive fragrance from the kitchen, indicating that his wife, Irene, was busy cooking. With light steps, Alan approached the kitchen and saw Irene busy rummaging through the pot on the stove.
Alan smiled a smile. "Good morning, dear. I smell something good here" he said.
Irene smiled as she saw Alan approaching her. He felt a warmth as Alan hugged from behind.
"Good morning too, dear. I'm making a special breakfast for both of us. Pancakes with maple syrup and pieces of fresh fruit" Irene shyly said. He was not so used to changing his call to Alan.
Alan kissed gently on Irene's neck. "Mmm, it looks so delicious. I'm lucky to have a wife who's good at cooking" he said.
The touch of Alan's lips on his neck, made Irene momentarily bristle. He still feels sensitive with every touch Alan gives him.
"Darling, can you stay away for a second? I can't concentrate on cooking" Irene asked.
For some reason it was like a swish was flowing as Alan kissed the niche of his neck.
"Stop cooking for a minute, honey. It looks like I'm very hungry and want to eat you" Alan said. She mischievously bit Irene's ear softly until she let out her shrill voice.
"Ah, Brother Alan ..." whine Irene. He immediately turned off the stove rather than something unwanted due to Alan's behavior.
Alan looked happy to have managed to make his wife a little upset and sulked. He pulled her and took Irene to the corner area of the kitchen.
Without saying a word, he placed a friendly kiss on the woman's sweet lips. "One more time, yuk," he said.
"Son, we repeated it twice last night" Irene protested.
Since marriage, Irene has been unable to survive Alan. The man kept her locked up in the room. Even the honeymoon period abroad they spend more in the room than the streets.
Alan seemed to be dissatisfied with making out with his wife. Until they return home, Alan is still doing the same. Every night is not enough just once he asks for it. Irene was often helpless and could only lie all day in the room to recover.
"Usually up to 4 times, right? I still want to," whined Alan as he hugged his wife.
"Today you have to go to the office. Papa said there's an important meeting, right? You can be late later" Irene said.
"So, brother, there's no time. Take a shower and breakfast. I've prepared everything for this morning" Irene said.
"Hm, I don't want to take a shower before I get the rations!" Alan was adamant like a stubborn little boy.
"I'm still busy cooking for the afternoon too, brother. If more later I can't walk" Irene protested.
"You don't have to cook. Let me get the chef later. I need you more in bed, honey," Alan teased.
"Yes, but not for long, sister," Irene asked.
Alan just smiled. He then lifted Irene's body easily while carrying the wife like a princess into the room.
Even their room was still a mess last night and Alan still wanted it.
Shameless, Alan stripped off all of his clothes in front of Irene. He stepped forward towards Irene on the bed and began to release the still-worn apron.
Irene did not put up a fight as Alan took off his clothes one by one. "I think after marriage clothes are not very useful," murmured Irene lyrics.
"Mahaha ...." Alan laughed at Irene's words. "Everybody's gonna take it, honey. Because we're still newlyweds. Even if you only wore an apron all day, I wouldn't go to work today" he said.
The two are back together. The scene of intimacy that last night has happened again repeated. They touch each other, making the desire of both more burning.
Alan could not resist the turmoil of his soul to have a wife as beautiful as that. Especially after getting married and making it freely able to reach his woman.
He treated her gently and made Irene get used to her touch. When their bodies were fused, there were no more tears like the first night. He had managed to bring Irene to the same turmoil of desire as him.
"Honey, I love you" Alan said on the sidelines of the heat of their sex activities.
Irene couldn't get back. He could only groan and enjoy every move Alan made. Gentle, unhurried movements that made him fall asleep as if flying soared into space.