Filed To Story: A Sacrificial Lambs Unexpected Marriage
He leaned close to her earlobe to talk, the clean, fresh male breath on her delicate skin, her body immediately emerged a layer of pink. Did she want to be his Mrs. Armstead? Yes, of course. Oriana felt weak all over her body, and her bright eyes filled with a layer of clear water,
“Mr. Armstead, is this your proposal? Isn’t it too perfunctory? I disagree. This time you have to carefully pursue me first, I want to see your performance!”
Deacon pursed his thin lips, answering,
“Okay, I’ll surely try.”
He bent down to kiss her. Oriana knew he wasn’t serious, her
“performance”
wasn’t the
“performance”
in his mouth, and she smiled away,
“Mr. Armstead, your face is a good thing, don’t lose it.”
“You are my Mrs. Armstead, so I don’t need shame.”
This is really the first time Oriana has seen such a straight and shameless man! Certainly Mr. Armstead! At this point, Deacon reached out to undo the thin strap of her dress, and Oriana quickly thought of something, asking.
“Mr. Armstead, do you have… that?”
“What is that?”
“It’s just… to prevent pregnancy. I’ve been in my fertile window for two days now. I’m afraid of getting pregnant.”
Deacon looked at her charming little face, frowned and said:
“If you are pregnant, let’s give birth to a baby. I will raise the both of you.”
“But…”
Her current physical condition was absolutely impossible to conceive.
“But what?”
Deacon lifted her slender legs, letting them wrap around his strong waist, coaxing in a deep, husky voice:
“Don’t you want to have a baby for me? You will hear me two children.”
“BUL..”
Deacon lowered his head to block her red lips,
“Little liar, you just like to deceive me. Now let me see if you’re not being honest with your body. After I treat you, you will be honest.”
Oriana’s small head was pushed to the head of the bed, his large hand quickly covered her forehead, overbearing but showing love and pity. Oriana hastily closed her eyes, she felt herself turning into a pool of water. Midnight. There was a dim lamp on the bedside cabinet in the room, softly illuminating the room. A tall and muscular man was pressing on a slim woman, their two bodies covered under a blanket, the man’s thin flexible lips kissing the woman’s red lips, asking for her too much. At this moment, the mobile ringtone rang, it was Oriana’s phone. Oriana’s slender eyelashes trembled. She opened her dreamy eyes, her soft and seductive face was red, her delicate eyebrows and eyes full of autumn waves, like a begonia flower that was weakly beaten by the rain after being taken care of by a man. Her two soff white hands rested on the man’s broad chest, her clear voice tinged with tenderness:
“President Armstead, the phone…”
Deacon frowned, large hands pressed against her water snake-like body, saying,
“Don’t move…”
The melodious bells in the room rang again and again. Deacon finally let go of her, used his big hand to circle the bangs on her forehead and push it back, wipe the sweat from her forehead. He kissed her young and tender cheek, then turned over and leaned against the edge of the bed. His big bony hand touched the cell phone on the nightstand, he received the call:
“Hello.”
The man’s voice was a little h oar se. After indulging himself, he was a bit depraved and s exy. The upper half of his body was bare, there were some red scratches on the wheat-colored skin, the 12:06 handsome shoulder line and the spine line were exposed, his body became thicker and stronger, filled with moisture hormones. There was a layer of sweat on his skin, tiny beads of sweat crawling on his forehead, extremely sex y and seductive. After the weight on her body was gone, Oriana gasped and leaned over, curled up, exhausted. She had been experiencing his passion for a while, and he really had the appearance of a little wolf. But why did he answer her call? Forget it, Oriana is now too tired to move her fingers, so she let him take the phone. Deacon connected the phone, and then a soft voice came from the other end:
“Deacon, is that Where’s Oriana?”
you? The other end of the line is… Damien! When the phone rang just now, he looked at the caller ID and recognized Damien’s phone number. But it was so late, why did Damien call his Mrs. Armstead? Deacon felt that he was already shameless in front of Oriana, but didn’t think that old man Damien was even more shameless!
Deacon reached out to hug Oriana who was beside him, let her lie in his lap, phone in one hand, his other hand brushing the hair that had wrapped around Oriana’s small face, then lifted her up, smirked and said.
“Oriana is next to me. She’s very tired, she’s already asleep.”
Deacon’ words almost told Damien that he and Oriana had just slept together. Of course Damien heard it, he pursed his lips and asked,
“Do you live with Oriana?”
Deacon felt himself picking peach blossoms all the way. Marvin just left, he didn’t expect Mr. Robert to love Oriana, too. Now faced with this number one rival, Deacon naturally raged,
“Yes, I do. Mr. Robert, I think I’ve made that very clear. If you’re feeling lonely, I can introduce some women to you so you can have a good time.”
Damien on the other end said nothing but hung up the phone.
“Beep”, there was only a busy tone.
“Mr. Armstead,”
Oriana looked up at him with teary eyes, asking,
“Who was that?”
Deacon threw the phone back on the nightstand, nonchalantly saying,
“Damien.Robert.”
Damien Robert? Oriana quickly frowned and asked,
“Why did Mr. Robert call me? And Mr. Armstead, just now you said to introduce… a woman to Mr. Robert?”
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