WIDOW IN MY BED

Amanda wasn’t that stupid to understand where Matt was going to take her back to the inn, the shithole, the inn with facilities and buildings of Japanese architecture.

In contrast to her restless hands squeezing her yukata ribbon while stuck in a red light, Matt drove the car casually.

Plus, during the trip, there were no glances or conversations with Amanda. And that made Amanda even more concerned.

In the inn parking area, not even Amanda opened the car door; Matt was already next to her, opening the door for his beloved wife.

Without further ado, Amanda’s skinny wrist was pulled. Smooth, but still in a hurry.

The knock on the wooden sandals that Amanda’s footwear represents her heart…

Walking fast, I miraculously reached the front of the room safely after passing the footpath with small stones.

The paper door of the room was hard closed.

Her breath is roaring. Amanda, in the middle of the bedroom, stands like a small animal that has surrendered to be the food of creatures that dominate the food chain. Amanda’s eyeballs move, following the movements of her husband.

Matt’s been holding himself back even in the middle of the road. It’s like the wild side inside her growling, imagining Amanda’s vibrating body under his control.

“Matt?” Amanda called very slowly and carefully.

After finishing his business, Matt sat on a futon with his legs crossed. Taking off his dark blue yukata left only a white shirt and black pants material on his body.

Amanda now looks stupid. Struggling to stand up despite her limp legs, trembling hands squeezed her yukata ribbon. Matt is dominant, but tonight seems to be full of absolute dominance.

The red yukata is still neatly wrapped around Amanda’s slim body, and the wooden slippers support her feet above the tatami.

Matt looked up and saw Amanda standing right in the eye. Those who were looked at intensely were still silent. It was as if the moment was in the middle of a game: ‘ That move is dead. ‘BANG!’

Either follow Matthew Wallace’s orders or die.

The point of trouble is Matt. His dark, dense eyes were much darker, and he looked straight at her, siphoning off Amanda’s powers. The beautiful one is facing the king of the forest, who hasn’t yet roared. He is just watching without a sound. A little off guard, Amanda’s going to get pounced down and end up getting ripped up here and there.

While the perpetrator chuckled lightly, Amanda seemed funny because she willingly kneels under her husband-yes, if Matt is willing to be an enslaved person for love, then Amanda is also enslaved… But only in ‘bed’. What’s Matt been doing all this time making Amanda tremble?

Nothing.

So much for the aura of domination surrounding Amanda.

Matt’s first order was patting his lap, “Sit here, wife…”.

Matt immediately kisses his wife’s jaw, giving Amanda goosebumps. Her heart rate accelerates.

“My wife… You know what? You’re so beautiful, so beautiful. Shit!” Matt kissed her on the nape.

“You’re even prettier in red yukata; it suits you and makes me want to strip you.” It was presumptuous to remove the yukata ribbon.

“Matt, I’m ashamed. We’re too old for dirty talk.” Amanda was about to cover her face, but Matt held on. He’s grinning.

“Who told you? My stamina’s always been young, babe. And your voice and your sighs are also very sexy. I want to tell you how beautiful my angel is right now… and Amanda is defeated, held back by Matt’s harness smudging her white neck.

“Nghh… Badly, you know where my weakness is.” Matt just chuckled lightly.

“Amanda?” called Matt while staring at Amanda’s face, which was taller than him because Amanda was still on his lap.

Amanda cannot control her voice, hesitating but looking back at her predator.

“I want revenge,” Matt whispered loudly, “Because you’re naughty and defending that strange man.” Matt’s big finger combed Amanda’s hair. He gently interrupted each of the blondes and was cautious.

“I was thinking, tonight I’ll be good,” Matt said hoarsely.

“… while listening to the song that makes it hot,”

“know this song isn’t? Which says, ”

“… you’re my favourite kind of night~.”

Matt shifted slightly to bite her ear and created a reddish rash around Amanda’s neck, “It turns out that it’s so exciting to see my wife move on my thighs, dance, and follow the song.”

Amanda swore she didn’t know what song Matt meant because it was just a piece of lyrics.

However, the whisper of one song’s lyrics coming out of her husband’s lips, plus erotic kisses on her chin, made Amanda stretch both legs further when Matt opened the yukata.

He’s imagining Matt’s, which is now still ‘covered in pants’, getting into his body. She was also willing to bend over her husband’s body until her leg was broken.

Matt grinned, “Then ride me and give me your sexy moaning tonight?”

It’s wild, especially when Matt sneaks his hand into a messy yukata-touching Amanda’s skin surface. Still, in a sitting position, her husband’s right hand moving in the breast area is busy pinching and twisting Amanda’s nipple.

“Amanda, I want you. I need you. I can’t bear to touch your body immediately.”

“Matt… nghh-d-don’t get too pinched. S-sick as hell.”

“Please be my coffee. Keep me awake by looking at your pretty red face as caffeine tonight, and I’ll give you plenty of fireworks.”

Matt’s grin slowly receded with a burning stare. Matt and Amanda stick their foreheads and the tip of their noses to the point of not even a single distance. They slowly close their eyes, and their faces close. Eventually, the two lip surfaces that meet each other share a kiss and kiss greedily, not forgetting the two tongues that are also erotic-linked.

Because of the hot flame of her passionate love, Amanda feels the sensation of burning until her body curves as Matt disarms her clothes. Matt’s touch has been so addictive and dangerous that it makes Amanda want to cry.

“Amanda, I never get tired of saying you are beautiful like Aphrodite. Please don’t show this beautiful body of yours to anyone but me, okay?”

Amanda nodded. “Who should I show it to? My husband is just you. Mr. Wallace’s rights are about to be declared.”

“You can’t. Mrs. Amanda La Wallace belongs only to me. Nobody takes it, or I end his life.” Amanda laughed a little.

Indeed, Matt was overwhelmed with an ambition to tear apart a more petite body than he was. But he chose to be patient, not to ruin this moment.

Matt gave the order, “Suck it.”

Amanda wants to laugh. Without Matt’s orders, she always does the beautiful ducking, initially kissing Matt’s prominent clavicle and massaging with gentle upward and downward gestures while kissing her husband’s erection.

Kiss, kiss, kiss a lot.

Kiss, with a wet sound.

Amanda just casually pinched Matt in the chest. Matt scrambled, squeezing Amanda’s head for more down.

“Naughty.”

Amanda likes to be a bad kid. She likes to get punished and gladly gives herself up for punishment.

Matt raves in a rage when Amanda delivers the service through her little hands. It’s so good. Especially from Amanda’s warm oral cavity that surrounds her, the tongue-licking erection Matt game is the definition of heaven in the world.

Matt also pulls Amanda’s body, roughly slamming the prettiest into the futon.

Slowly, Matt bends Amanda’s thighs to make her legs perfectly open. The pink pussy is so seductive, and both buttocks are firmly pinned with their favourite big fingers-

And Matt’s head fell on it, enjoying his wife’s.

Amanda is busy sighing for pleasure, her head going up with her eyes closed. Matt’s tongue licks in there, not his dick in there, but his tongue, his mouth. Wet, delicious.

The husband wants Amanda to fly with only his tongue.

“HahnMattaghhs-stop…”

Squeeze the fat ass, “ask, babe. Tell me, babe, what do you want?”

Amanda’s getting worried about moving her lower body. Matt’s been so complicated and extensive.

“No, Matt… want your penis want my husband hurry up!”

Matt takes a small breath and impatiently enters Amanda’s body, beating the hole to the ground. Warm and stinging.

“a-a-a-aah-hh…”

Amanda moaned, and Matt growled.

Behold, the beautiful eyebrows are hooked with a gaping mouth and a husky sighing voice trying to be seductive. The body’s writhing, but the pussy is like sucking Matt’s erection more profoundly.

Is it fun, Amanda?

It’s enormous-exactly her favourite.

Everything that belonged to Matthew Wallace was her favourite.

Matt began to move, advancing his hips at a rough pace. See how happy Amanda was to be entered there just to let out the sighs he liked.

Painting, pain mixed with rancid pleasures. Her husband looks like an inhuman incubus. Sweat soaked the forehead, enveloping a misty stare with sanity drawn beyond the limit.

Amanda hugs Matt tightly and drowns her messed-up face in a muscular chest niche while ‘her heaven’ is pounded to the sound of a messy futon bed.

“Amanda… Amanda La Wallace… Matt whispered right in the ear, driving Amanda’s libido crazy.

“Faster Matt–nghah ahh…”

“Ask for what, wife?”

“H-husband… Please, fast.”

“Good job, baby,” Matt said, wiping Amanda’s sweaty forehead.

Amanda clawed her husband back as Matt snapped his erection hardness in there mercilessly. Amanda’s stomach seemed to shake when her core was pounded deep, wrapped around and pressed to release her orgasm.

Amanda seemed to enjoy it. As usual, Matt will give everything until his wife is full.Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Their bodies are still fused. Amanda looks like a Spanish guitar as Matt snuggles to show his true dominance, resigning to accepting vulgar gestures in his heaven.

What a bitch. The prettiest bitch Matt has.

I got him everything.

Matt’s pushing harder on the erection. Hit hard Amanda’s sweet spot deep inside.

And,

Finally,

Matt exploded deep inside Amanda.

The way Matt moves and bites here is exactly like a wolf mating with his mate. If Amanda were a female wolf, today’s game would have given birth to a life, but Amanda’s womb was removed, so they wouldn’t have a third child.

They pause from their activities and take a lot of breath when Amanda suddenly says, “Oh, my God. I forgot not to buy it. There was a nice necklace in Dotonbori.”

To her surprise, Matt let go of their arms, making the beautiful wonder. But not long after, Matt walks towards his bag, handing over a box to Amanda.

“Gosh, Daddy Matt! How do you know?”

“Never mind the necklace. Even if you ask for a life, I will give you my wife.”

“Matt, I love you… I love you. I want to grow old with you, see Lily and Alex live happily alone, watch each of them get married, and give us grandchildren. Finally, never turn away, even when you are sad and far from being happy.”

“I won’t, dear Amanda. If I dare to turn my back on you, I’d be willing to get the meanest karma in the world. So, like the fireworks?”

Amanda smiled. “Very much, Daddy.”

Who would have thought their meeting was in Havana because it was against personal matters? Like Amanda, who at that time tried to rise from her trauma and heartache, while Matt ran away from his enemy’s pursuit-ending up finding a heart to possess. No one thought that the beginning of the relationship between the two was so bitter; it took too long to be as sweet as sugar.

The love Matt gave me was so pure and sincere.

“Love you, Daddy Matt.”

“Love you too, Mommy Amanda’s Daddy Matt’s wife.”

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