The look of horror on her face was evident and Reagan was clearly enjoying this, he even drove faster to tease her.
No way..is he even…serious…is he? She gulped, not sure of anything anymore.
But worse, why is she looking forward to the thought of it?
No way, Aurora.
But yes way.
The moment they managed to step foot on the yacht, Reagan pulled her in and caged her by the wall. “I was controlling myself cause I know Lola Nanding is there, Aurora.”
“You really trust me being alone with you and you let me take you here again?” He continued, eyes staring directly at her.
“No one would help you here if you scream, princess.”
Aurora scoffed at that. She’s clearly scared of it all, in this state and the way he’s roaring in her but damn..her eyes slid to his piercings and down to his lips, knowing it all too well how it tastes.
“Then what are you going to do to me? You’re all words, Reagan.” She said, teasing him more.
His eyes, looking all challenged, didn’t look like he was expecting her to be like this.
“Do you want me to be honest?” He asked her with the thought of having no problem being honest knowing things could lead to something more.
“Do you want me to be honest?” He asked her with the thought of having no problem being honest knowing things could lead to something more.
He’s making it seem like he’s giving her the choice to back away from this conversation now before he reveals exactly how impure and worldly a man like him is around a pure woman like her.
“Yes,” Aurora whispers, peering up at him.
He smirked, wanting her to hear exactly what he was going to say to her so that she understands how serious this all is. She was still looking up at her with interest, with slight curiousness and daringness.
Fine, then.
“I’ve wanted to f8ck you since the moment I saw you today,” He said, watching her blanch with surprise at his blunt lewdness. “I was desperate to return to my yacht knowing we’re alone, without any interruptions here…I can’t stop thinking about pushing that pants up to your waist and nuzzling into your flesh until my face smells like you. I want to bite your crowns through that white shirt.”
Hearing all that, Aurora’s lips part but no sound comes out. Her eyes are wide and searching mine, and she’s breathing fast, so fast that he knows for sure that she’s hearing and understanding every word.
Reagan continued, “I love to be around women, princess. I love to give women pleasure. I love to see their snug little flesh, I love to taste them and push my big member into them until they stretch. I love feeling a girl’s ass clench around my finger as I tongue her pleasure zone.”
Reagan continued, “I love to be around women, princess. I love to give women pleasure. I love to see their snug little flesh, I love to taste them and push my big member into them until they stretch. I love feeling a girl’s ass clench around my finger as I tongue her pleasure zone.”
Aurora’s cheeks reddened so much with all those words he uttered. This is such a first time to hear a man saying this bluntly and in her face. Aurora swallowed hard, her thoughts encircling her imagination. “And I want all those things with you. Right now.”
Reagan unbuttoned his shirt, parting it so she can see exactly how urgently he wants it. Want her.
“Oh,” Aurora breathes out, her eyes dropping to the thick outline in Reagan’s trousers.
“Yes. Oh.”
Aurora can’t stop staring at his erection, licking her lips as she looks. “So you see the problem,” He said in a businesslike tone, turning away from her to conceal the aching hard-on that was currently dripping some liquid at the sight of her biting her lip.
Aurora can’t stop staring at his erection, licking her lips as she looks. “So you see the problem,” He said in a businesslike tone, turning away from her to conceal the aching hard-on that was currently dripping some liquid at the sight of her biting her lip.
Reagan couldn’t stop thinking about how those lips would give and mold under his own, how they would yield to her teeth, stretch around his organ as he carefully, tenderly slid into the back of her throat.
Aurora struggles to drag her eyes back up to her face, and when she gets there, she could see the seductive look in her. Her cheeks warm again, possibly in embarrassment or in arousal, or some combination of the two. “The problem is you being turned on?” I take a step forward, my hands back in my pockets.
“I’m a dirty man, princess.” Her pupils are huge now, her eyes just the barest rings of copper around massive pools of black. He traced a line down the point of her chin, dropping to finger the starchy collar of her shirt. “The problem isn’t that I want to enter you. The problem is that I want you to beg for me and I can’t control you anymore…”
“That seems strange,” she murmurs, her breath catching as my finger goes slightly lower than her collar and starts toying with the chain of her necklace. “Why are you stopping yourself? Drop your pride, Reagan.” She ushered, urging him to dare. She didn’t know where all this courage came from, but she sure as hell had no plan of giving up.
The way her lips crease ever so slightly as she talks, the flick of her tongue as she shapes her words. His member is painfully aware of how close it is to her; just a few inches more and he could press right into her belly, grinding away the ache she gave him.
“About that thing in the nipa hut…” Aurora dared to ring it up, “What was that about? Was it you intentionally doing it or just because we were trapped in the heat of the situation?”
“About that thing in the nipa hut…” Aurora dared to ring it up, “What was that about? Was it you intentionally doing it or just because we were trapped in the heat of the situation?”
He shrugged, “Both.”
His body responds before his mind, his heart hammering quick and his memories whirring like a merry-go-round, bringing up half-forgotten feelings. Feelings of magic and mystery and more-ness, as if she speaks a language I only hear in dreams I pretend I don’t dream. Aurora carries a shadow of his past, his childhood. Young, carefree, and so alive.
Reagan jerks back as he realizes what he’s doing, how close he is to her mouth, how close he was to grabbing his own member just to rub at the need throbbing there.
How the hell could a mere childhood friend be standing in front of him, being so tempting? ? How fair is that?
Aurora clasped her hand, noticing how Reagan looks like he was fighting his inner battles. “No seriously, what’s stopping Reagan Hill? Is it because I’m just your mere childhood friend, a daughter of your father’s friend, or someone you happened to know?”
He stared at her for a minute, carefully analyzing his words.