Chapter 310
Burning Passion: Love Never Die
âOkay. Iâll hold you to that. No one is allowed to touch your tie except me!â she warned him.
âTrust me!â He kissed her forehead. A Loud Laugh escaped his chest. He was in a great mood. And
why not? Debbie was very jealous and possessive and he thought that was highly amusing. She
should be. After all, he was a prize that any woman would be lucky to have. The fact that Debbie
recognized that just made his day
âMy wife is the cutest, prettiest and most interesting girl in the world!â he thought.
Debbie finally managed to remove his tie, and while she was unfastening his shirt, a Light bulb went off
in her head.
âHey, Iâve heard my friends talkingâ¦The way they talk about sex, itâs the best thing in the world. But all
I could feel was pain the last time we did it. Old man, youâre bad in bed!â Stunned, Carlos was left
speechless for a while. That was a devastating blow for any man, especially someone Like
Carlos. His face was as dark as ink. He gripped her hands and gritted his teeth.
âDebbie!â
His cold voice brought Debbie back to her senses.
âW-What? Er⦠Did I say something wrong? Wait, wait. Heyâ¦Honeyâ¦let go of me⦠Donâtâ¦
Mmm
Now in no mood to take a bath, he pressed his body against hers. One of his hands undid her clothing,
and the other was busy kneading her breasts. He would show her what he was capable of.
After what seemed an eternity, Debbie stretched out, and watched the man enter the bathroom. âWow.
Why did I tell him that?
My whole bodyâs killing me now!â She was too tired to move and just wanted to sleep.
In about twenty minutes, Debbie was fast asleep and dreaming. In her dream, a drooling Husky was
licking her lips. She slapped the Husky across its face and yelled, âFuck off! You stupid dog!â
But it was no dog, but instead Carlos. He had been slapped across the face and had just been called a
dog by his wife. This was the last thing he expected. He was hoping to hear how great he was in bed.
His face soured instantly.
He grabbed her waving arms and kissed her ear before saying, âHoney, look at me.â
Debbie opened her sleepy eyes and got her head on straight when she saw
Carlosâ face.
âHey baby, I was wrong. Please donât be mad. Iâm wiped out and just want to sleep. Letâs just crash,
okay?â
âNo!â Carlos turned her down without any hesitation. He grabbed her jaw, forced her to look him in the
eye and asked, âDebbie, am I bad in bed?â
That night, he had sex with her again and again. He even asked her the same question so many times
the whole evening that she could only answer him again and again, âNo, youâre not bad in bed. Youâre
incredible!â She kept hoping heâd just be sated so she could get some shut-eye.
It wasnât the first time Debbie had woken up with a hoarse voice. But it was the first time that her voice
had been hoarse and cracked because of what she and Carlos did between the sheets.
Carlos got up, and then took her in his arms once more, carrying her to the bathroom. Debbie
wondered if heâd finally let her go this time. But no, the glass door began to blur at the same moment
the water from the shower hit the floor. A blurry image of two silhouettes intertwined in throes of
passion could be seen through the frosted door. Heavy gasps, passionate moans, and affectionate
words filled the bathroom as their bodies merged into one. It was almost dawn when Carlos finally
decided to call it a day. He picked up a sleeping Debbie from the bathtub and laid her carefully on the
bed. Then he took out a hair dryer and dried her damp hair carefully before he at last fell asleep,
Debbie in his arms.
Debbie was awakened from her slumber by her phone. She reached out her hand to grab it and
opened one eye to check the caller ID-it was Jared.
âHi, Jared.â