WIDOW IN MY BED

Matt left his chair, walked over to Amanda, and picked up the beer she had in her hand. Amanda was silent when Matt grabbed his beer. It was swift when Matt stuck his lips to Amanda’s. Forcing the woman’s body into her arms.

The beer in the man’s mouth was forced into Amanda’s mouth. Amanda’s throat was still thirsty when the water soaked her. Between consciousness and unconsciousness, Amanda begins to feel lulled when Mattew’s big tongue is playing around in her mouth, seducing her tongue to move.

Amanda felt something sweet and soft. Matt refreshingly kissed Amanda’s lips, leaving Amanda unable to refuse to return the kiss.

Matt, who felt Amanda’s response, tightened her arms and clasped her waist and back neck. Matt pressed Amanda’s nape to deepen her kiss. It’s getting deeper, it’s demanding.

It felt warm and intoxicating, and with all the passion that had been restrained, the kiss had become rougher. Makes both reluctant to let go.

Amanda groans every once in a while, feeling her body touched everywhere. A little frustrated by Matthew Wallace’s seductive caress that raised his desire. Without Amanda realizing now, her heart is beating fast because of a man she doesn’t know her name.

Amanda’s lips felt sweet after that kiss, and her face looked like a fruit tomate. Then it ran away after realizing that Matt’s hand had gone into Amanda’s oversized shirt, trying to remove the bra hook.

Hot, that’s how Amanda feels right now. It’s been long since his heart was so fast, like a wild horse yanking hard, jumping free. The feeling that makes Amanda miss when a man grabs her. Every touch of Matt’s big hand was still felt in Amanda’s pores, leaving something that could not be removed.

Amanda touched her lips slowly and tasted the rest of the drink, still stuck there. The way that man kissed her felt so great that Amanda couldn’t describe the passion.

Matt’s darkest eyes were still sharp, his breath was hunting, and the big tongue was forced into Amanda’s mouth, twisting it. His tongue was moving in there viciously like it forced Amanda to play. Matt keeps tasting everything in Amanda’s mouth, deep-seated, enjoying Amanda. It’s like a beast that moves according to his instincts.

Amanda’s body is shaking violently like she’s still a virgin. Be advised, since Amanda’s been forced not to want the touch that Matt did on her body tonight.

That guy knows how to get Amanda to beg for more. But Amanda’s holding him tight. Amanda had to keep him, not get into a trap.

Amanda still doesn’t accept that the man wants to make it a tool, just a sex drive. Amanda didn’t expect more; she just wanted to take care of herself. Matt made Amanda’s body unable to lie, even though her heart and mind refused.

And Amanda doesn’t care about that man’s temper, so be it if you want to get angry or take out a vow of swearing.

In the meantime, in his room, it’s been confirmed that Matt is on a rampage. The man is very. Really. Upset.

Matt’s hard-to-maximum possession just left it in the kitchen. For the first time in Matthew Wallace’s life, he felt very potatoy. Humiliated, of course.

“Damn it!” Matt grabbed her frustrated black hair.

“He kissed me back but refused to serve me, Jav!” Matt slammed his tens of thousands of dollars bottle of wine just like that.

Since long ago, Jav has memorized that his Boss’ temperament is terrible, but Jav didn’t expect it to be this bad. Jav dared not open his voice if Matt hadn’t given the order.

Matt’s grumbling. “I’ve been trying to befriend him, but he doesn’t see my good faith! Tell me, am I wrong?”

Jav answered carefully. “I think it’s too soon. Friendship isn’t on the line overnight.”

What Jav said was true.

And then Matt looked at her with an evil grin. “Do we still have prisoners? “Jav immediately understood. Matt wants to kill someone now.

“I’m sorry, but our captives had the Boss killed last night. Do I need to fly some prisoners to Russia or Afghanistan? I’m going to ask Adam to deliver tonight.” It concerns a person’s life, but they treat it like a food delivery order.

“No, it’s not. I’ll take a cold shower. You can go out now.”

Javas Nararya resigned. “Fine, Boss. I’ll be in front of your room if you need anything.”

The beautiful woman is Heaven in the eye, Hell in the soul. May the Boss not fall into Hell. Jav said it in his heart.

…

“Are you awake?” Amanda gasped after hearing the voice of a man who had almost lost control the previous night. Amanda’s eyes were sharp, staring at a handsome man who might be attractive enough to defeat the Angel. Matt’s sitting in bed right next to him.

Matt smiled lightly. Then ask again. “Did you sleep well?”

“Not bad. Why did you get in here?” Amanda asked.

“Because it’s my ship, I’m free anywhere.”

Amanda, who was half-conscious, was shocked when she noticed the arrogant man’s hand holding something. Amanda knows that thing, her vibrator. Ralat, it was a vibrator that accidentally broke into her suitcase, the work of her best friend, Samantha Oliver. Tragically, now it’s in Matthew Wallace’s hands.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

“So, last night you played solo?” Matt said frontal in a mocking tone. Amanda almost used that thing last night, but she took it easy. Amanda doesn’t like having foreign objects inside her.

“Is your game fun?” Matt teased Amanda more and more.

“Shut up!” snapped Amanda. “I’ve never used that thing, and it’s not mine!” Amanda said firmly.

“Really?” Matt still doubted.

“Then how can this thing be in your room? I offered Heaven, but you’d rather play with this cheap thing.” Matt threw the vibrator somewhere.

“Shut up, asshole! I swear, I’m not using it!” Amanda felt silly having to explain all this. It’s like a couple caught cheating.

Seeing Amanda’s expression of automation makes Matt laugh out loud. Amanda’s face was flushed with emotion and held back shame. It was a delightful spectacle in the morning, sincere. Make it fresher.

“Oh… Really?” Matt came closer to Amanda and got on the bed. “Okay, I’ll forget about this. As long as you kiss me, it’s like last night.” She said husky.

Amanda snapped, irritated by Matt’s shameless request. The man is still waiting.

Amanda’s got a big smile on her face. The woman bravely touches Matt, starting from his cheek down to his jaw and neck, then caresses his beard with a thin, sensual gesture. Matt can’t wait and craves more. This time, Amanda pressed Matt’s full lips and drew close to his lips. Tempting.

Matt’s waiting for Amanda to melt first.

“Keep dreaming,” Amanda said slowly, her face completely flat.

The woman almost got out of bed when Matt’s hands first cut him rough. Slamming Amanda’s smooth body to get back to bed.

“Sit down here!” Matt ruled, not wanting to be denied.

Blame the dominant smile. “I can force you if I want to…” Matt grabbed Amanda’s cheeks.

“But I won’t do that, I have principles.” Matt was unaware that foreign women had collapsed his principles. He needed to find out where they were from.

Without wasting time, Matt restrains Amanda’s hands and feet using a handcuff wrist leg; Amanda’s body is in an extended position on the bed. Amanda continues struggling when Matt pairs the device, but Amanda’s power is nothing compared to Matthew Wallace’s.

Amanda’s getting brutal, trying to let go, even if it’s useless. “Let go of me motherfucker!”

Matt shut Amanda’s mouth with his index finger. “Hush! I’ll do what I want. This thing will teach you a lesson. Every time you move, it’s going to widen.” What this thing means is a telescopic tube, a long iron-shaped device attached to the ankle. Make Amanda’s property automatically open.

“Do you remember your mistake?” Matt counted with his finger. ” First, you promised not to curse but swore at me repeatedly instead. Secondly, you dared to refuse my dinner invitation last night, and what I hate the most is the last one. You’re irresponsible after we kissed a great deal.” Matt looked sharp, threateningly. “Oh, I’m hurt, miss. Now, I have to punish you!” Matt pretended to be languishing. His acting is fucking crazy.

There’s no way this guy’s going to do something immoral.

“Please… Let me go. I made a promise this time… for the first time, Amanda begged Matt.

But the man doesn’t care. Matt starts opening Amanda’s kimono and pulls the rope rough. Drowning her face on the woman’s neck, licking her cheekily while her hands were playing between Amanda’s thighs and breasts. Amanda’s response was sincere. She began to sigh slowly.

“Please…” Amanda begged once more. His face is smoothed.

Matt smiled. He won. Matt’s going to let Amanda go for now.

“I’ll show you how to enjoy the right breakfast.” Matt’s words sound like a foul line. What is there to be afraid of at breakfast?

Matt took a tray that contained breakfast for them. Amanda needs clarification about the current situation. His eyes and mind are locked like they’re being hypnotized.

Matt gently rubs jam and butter on Amanda’s smooth body, treating her as a miracle the world needs to look after. The man carefully arranged sliced bread, omelets, waffles, macarons, watermelons, melons, and apples. Now that Amanda’s body is her playground, Matt looks like an artist making masterpieces.

“A–what are you going to do?” Amanda stammered slowly. There was a feeling of goosebumps and defiance in his bloodshed. It’s thrilling.

“Breakfast, we’ll have breakfast with you at a dinner table.” Matt used to say.

“WHAT THE F-” That was close.

“Stt! Do you want me to add to your punishment? Or accept my meal?” Matt tried to feed Amanda with a piece of bread.

Amanda’s looking sharp. I wouldn’t like this. It’s going crazy!