Hunk Princess

HP†47: Final Chapters; Contour

HunkPrincess†47: Final Chapters; Contour

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“Come on, Renz! Wake up!”

Sunod-sunod na yugyog ng balikat ang gumimbal sa mundo ng panaginip ko. “Ano ba?!” Iritang tabig ko sa kamay ng kung sinuman iyong epal na iyon.

“Kapag hindi ka bumangon diyan, sinasabi ko sayo, Lau Renzuellia Vlood Darker, hindi ka na talaga makakabangon with your legs terribly SORE.”

Agad-agad akong bumangon. “Eto na, sabi ko nga babangon na, geez!”

“Maligo ka’t inaantay ka na nilang lahat.”

“Oh, come on, Dritz,” seductively I wrap my arms around his neck and nibbled his left ear. “Let’s go back to bed.” *lick*.

He winced and pushed me away. Ouch. “Don’t tempt me.”

“Am I?” pabagsak akong humiga sa kama. Hindi para akitin siya kundi dahil inaantok pa ko.

But then I realize his point of view. I’m not wearing any underwear. I’m only wearing his top pajamas. My legs completely revealed before his eyes.

I snap open my eyes and saw him staring lustfully to my legs. No, to my butt! “KYAAAAAH! BASTOS! BASTOS! BASTOOOOOOOOOS!!!!” Pinaghahampas ko siya ng unan.

“Ano?! Wait—oww! Renz?! Damn—…! That hurt!”

“AAAAAAH!!! PERVERT! BASTOS! MANYAK! PYSCHOTIC! RAPIST!”

“Tama na, Renz ano ba—hoy! Masakit na ah!” daing niya habang patuloy lang ako sa paghampas sa kaniya. Wala akong pakialam kahit nagliliparan na lahat ng feathers sa buong kuwarto.

“RAAAPE—!” natahimik ako nang dambahin niya ako. Bumagsak kami sa kama. Siya nasa ilalim at ako, hindi ko alam kung bakit nasa ibabaw ako.

He caught my pillow and threw it somewhere. “A rapist, huh? Then let’s see about that,” he said on his usual devil tone.

He pull my nape to crush his lips to mine. Passionately he seek for entrance. I let him and opened my mouth. My temperature rising up. I accidentally let out a moan as I felt his ‘his’ against my ‘mine’.

He sat up not breaking from the kiss. His hands went inside the pajamas of mine to squish my ‘fronts’. I winced in pleasure.

“Wait, you said—“ I was cut off when he bit my lip. His hands went down to unzip his pants. And damn, he did what he has to. His pants were beginning to have lots of stains but he didn’t mind.

We had three damn rounds on that position when I couldn’t take it anymore. I let myself fall beside him.

Both panting. Both catching breaths. I thought we’re done but I was wrong. He pinned me down. I’m helpless when he made me turn around. My back facing him. And to my horror, he slit inside just like that.

I yanked in pain. He was damn hard and his strokes unforgiving. I clutched on the bedsheet. Biting it as I come to my last breath.

A minute of catching breath and he finally had enough of me. I hear him zip up. He covered me by the comforter. “So sorry, hon. But you left me no choice.” I hear as my eyelids falling.

I know, it’s my fault. I shouldn’t have teased him. He gets ‘dominant’. Remind me never to do that again. Please.

He kissed me at the back of my head as lots of knocking bugged the whole room.

“Mommy! Daddy!”

“We’re late for aunt Mara’s wedding!”

“Daddy, did you wake mommy yet!”

“Mommy!”

“Daddy! Gra’ma said it starts in an hour!”

I heard my husband chuckle before leaning back to make himself presentable. Then I realize, it’s Mara’s wedding day. Trevor found his way to her heart.

“Dritz…” I said and sat up. “Let them in.”

“With that figure? Oh no. Hell, no. I’m not letting the kids see you like that.”

“Mommy! Uncle Wilson’s here!” squeals Lydia.

“Okay. I’ll take a shower.”

“Okay, hurry. If you can.”

After a quick shower and slipping in my white dress for the wedding, I went down to the living room where five cuties wait for my arrival.

Two gentlemen, Dritz and Wilson, help me down the last stairs by offering their hands. I figure Dritz changed his pants. I blush mentally.

Then I squat to give my five cute children kisses. They’re only five years olds. Yes, only five with ‘s’. Fives. Lydia and Adia were born on the month of February while Diaval, Latis and Ruvel were born on November.

After kissing and hugging, Lydia yanked Wilson’s leg. Dritz was alert and watching. It’s his father thing. You know, his child only five and already in loved with his thirty-three year-old buddy. Child abuse, on his point of view. And as for Adia, as soon as Ceadny enter the living room in his white tux and white trousers, she squeals and ran towards him. And he gladly lifted her up with a smile.

And now this is my turn for the ‘mother thing’. “Ceadny, she’s five.” Hands on my hips.

“What? Goodness!” he chuckled. Placing Adia firm against his chest. “I’m not a child abuse person, you know that, Renz. And after all, she’s too young to understand for now.”

“Put her down, at least.” I said. Hey, I’m a mother, don’t judge me.

“Now let’s go?” Ceadny said. Not putting my daughter down.

The little prince’s ran outside with their three color little tuxes. Black, white, and grey. Those three, *insert imaginary head tilting of head*.

Wilson held Lydia’s hand and showed her the way. While Dritz lifted his elbow for me to tug my arms around.

“God, my daughters are meant for old geezers,” I hear Dritz murmur.

I chuckled. It’s going to be a big day I say.

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