His Purpose
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"Engh ... Shh ... Aww ..." Mary did not cease to moan over Gibran's stomping on it.

Gibran snorted loudly, his breathing running as if being chased by something. He was not even sure he could speak normally, but still tried to ask. "ill? Too loud?"

Maria nodded equally badly. "Eng ... Nothin. Ah, but my waist is sore," I'm honest.

Gibran stopped without a second thought. "Raclut? Just gonna stop?"

Again, Maria shook her head slowly. His voice clearly showed disapproval. "But I still want to .." his whine squeezed Gibran's hip, gesturing for the man to move again.

Gibran withdrew his own. Almost Mary raised her protest as Gibran gently led Mary's body into waiting.

Gibran patiently directed his hands and knees to rest on the bed.

"Stretch your waist."

Mary followed what Gibran said.

"Easy?"

"Lumayan."

"okay."

Now Gibran began to reunite their bodies from the back. Move slowly while holding Maria, making sure she stays safe in such a position. At least for the next 3 minutes. Gibran will change positions again if Maria feels uncomfortable.

The sound of moans accompanied by a bang fills the silence of the room. Counted already 3 times both changed positions, and Gibran still did not get the release.

Maria was almost frustrated at thinking she could not satisfy Gibran, until 10 minutes later Gibran pulled out hers quickly and let the white liquid wet the sheets that were somehow shaped.

The man let out a long groan removing the remnants of his consciousness. Making love with Maria made ninety percent of her sanity disappear swallowed by greed.

If he didn't think about Maria's health, he wanted to lock her up to keep her in his service room non-stop.

Gibran hugged Mary from behind, peeping at her naked back, now riddled with a red rash.

Gibran grunted with a smile, pulling Maria into his arms. "Sleep."

Mary's lips half pursed as she blinked. "Day even wants light ..."

"No problem. Just go to bed before breakfast" said Gibran, who now began to close his eyes.

Maria had no idea the man had just gotten off the plane at 2am. If Nick finds out an hour later Gibran is making crazy love, maybe he will immediately have an impromptu stroke.

No wonder Gibran slept until 9 a.m. Maria thought maybe the man was exhausted from being too busy working overtime, even still had time-four to fight off when he should have slept.

Maria nodded while clucking. She had just finished her bath and was still wearing a kimono with the hair on a towel when Gibran's eyes blinked slowly.

"What time?" ask the man in a hoarse voice.

"Nine over 10 minutes. Wh why? Koko wants another job?" ketus Mary.

"I don't want to know today Koko has to be full at home!" firmly added.

"Work is also not too late. Free a lot of money if the end hurts."

Gibran smiled amusedly in response to his wife's concerns. It squirmed quietly without bothering to allow its blanket to slip, revealing something that was waking up behind it.

Maria nodded in annoyance. Immediately he pulled Gibran's blanket and threw it right at something that was shuffling it.

"Don't spread charm. I won't be tempted even if Koko seduces me!"

Gibran momentarily buried his face on the pillow. The man rolled around holding onto his stomach while continuing to laugh at his fidelity.

While Maria, she looked at her husband with a confused look mixed with horror like she was seeing a madman. This counted 2 times Mary found Gibran laughing afterwards. And damn it happens every time they finish making love.

Is this what's called making love elevates a person's mood?

Whatever. Maria rushed into the wardrobe room and gushed in clothes, then immediately descended into the dining room to welcome her breakfast left behind.

It is more aptly called brunch— breakfast and lunch. The good news is that Mary is no longer dependent on Gibran cuisine. He can eat anything he wants.

However, when getting out of the elevator Maria could not stop wrinkled wonder. Some of the servants he passed looked down reluctantly, but Mary also found them giggling amusedly, for some reason. But Maria felt the servants were laughing at her.

"Mrs."

Maria breathed a sigh of relief when she met Laura. The girl bowed for a while while greeting him. He was shocked when Maria suddenly dragged him a little away.

"Laura, tell me is there something strange about me?"

"I mean Madam?"

"The servants laughed at me" said Maria anxiously.

Laura watched Mary from top to bottom. "Nothing's wrong."

"Really, right?" Mary agreed with Laura.

"But ..."

"But? But what?"

"But the rash is severe" Laura continued.

Maria was confused. "Rubber?"

Laura nodded. He pulled Maria into one of the guest toilets and told her to look in front of the sink.

"Look, are you in such a hurry that you don't have time to cover it? But rather than that, we know that you're the type of person who kisses the whole body during intercourse."

Laura shook her head while amazed. "God ... He didn't miss even a single inch. This is the second time I've had the Madam battered like this. The first time in Papua, you also rash up to the feet."

Meanwhile, Maria stared at herself. He kept looking down and checking his arms and legs. Sure enough, there are a lot of reddish marks and some to turn blue.

Jesus, Gibran really managed to humiliate him. Maria was also wrong for not looking too closely at her own body. He was too hungry to forget there was something to cover.

"It's embarrassing." Mary covered her face with both hands.

"Mrs, do we need to go back to cover it up?"

Right after Laura asked Maria's stomach was ringing loudly. The woman was really faced with anxiety. He had no energy to go back to his room. Instead, his stomach now felt very hungry because the last food he ate was green bean porridge last night.

Geck, tok, tok.

"Mrs, are you inside? Sir is waiting in the dining room. He said if in 2 minutes you're not there, He'll move all your stuff to his room." Someone is speaking from outside the door.

Fucking gibran. Aarrghh!

Mary could not squeeze her well-groomed hair, so she simply clenched her hands in a frenzy.

Laura grimaced with concern as she followed Maria out of the bathroom. They entered the dining room and found Gibran sitting at the end of the table, staring with his lips tilted at Maria.

Angrily Mary walked slightly stomping past Gibran. He planned to sit at the far end of the man.

But not a single step of his hand had been pulled back and ended up falling on Gibran's lap.

The man rubbed his hand on Mary's stomach. "Don't walk like that. Danger."

His voice was like a velvety soft. As if that wasn't enough, Gibran grabbed Maria's chin and scooped her lips in a kiss.

"You forgot to give me the morning kiss, honey."

Maria believes Gibran deliberately wanted to embarrass her. Her self-esteem may be scratched as Maria leaves the man in a tense state.

Look at the servants around them. Nothing is not blushing. Laura herself almost fainted in her place.

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