Chapter 141 Don't Mess With Lady Archer Part 2

• When I got up the following morning, I found Mei engrossed in the children. My children are in good hands with Mei, as she is both their nanny and the bodyguard that our family has hired for them. It’s five in the morning, and they’re already up and about? I can’t believe it. Since Kelly has not been located, I’ve been getting increasingly anxious about the possibility of being separated from them. However, now that Mei and her helper are here, I suppose it is safe for them to go back to their room. I checked to see what time it was once more. I needed to clean my mouth, so I went into the bathroom. After washing my mouth, I collected my car keys and headed to the hospital. I walked into the VIP room and my husband was still unconscious. Even though the doctors can’t give me any guarantees, I will continue to hold out hope. My husband has a sexually predatory nature. A significant one, to be specific. He is unconscious all over, but his cock is awake and alert. I’ve begun sucking him first thing in the morning every day, and his cock really enjoys the sensation of being in my mouth. Sometimes I can’t help but wonder if he’s simply putting on an act. But the fact that he is not flinching at all demonstrates that there is no longer any chance, despite the fact that his cock is urging me. I crept closer to the person sleeping and whispered in their ear.
• “I hope your morning goes well, husband. Now is the time for mama. Today, I’m wearing some crimson underwear just for you.” I leaned in for a kiss on his lips and began to touch him while saying, “I am not giving up Zion.” I will torment you each day until you understand what it is that you are giving up. I trailed my fingers from his torso all the way down to his shaft, lifted the medical gown and dragged down the boxer, and started sucking. I could feel his cock beginning to swell up as I sucked him mercilessly. It made me chuckle.
• I fucking married a pervert. He is incapable of reacting to anything other than being sucked. I pondered the idea in my head. But then when his load shoots into my mouth, I wanted to see any movement from his body, but there was none. That made me feel helpless. How can he do this to us? I was unable to stop the tears from falling. I adjusted his medical gown and pulled up the boxer shorts on him. I took up a chair next to him and sat down, taking his hand in mine. I am at my wit’s end, and I would appreciate it if he could just get out of bed.