Chapter 17: Little Sister Remains A Priority Over Fiancée [R18+]

Ryan could feel the deep emotion behind that statement, and at that point, it was really a plea.

"Please, husband-to-be. Fuck me."

With the statement replaying in his head, he quickly grabbed her by the waist and pushed her onto the bed.

Ryan faced her, being the one on top, and then got hold of his dragon.

He began to caress the surface of her sweet point with his dragon, gliding around the top, and she moaned gracefully.

He would observe every reaction that she gave him and also note her body language, knowing just when to get right into action.

Finally, Ryan made his dragon penetrate.

"Uhhhh-ahhh~!"

That particular moan was the sweetest and loudest she had let out since, and it was what gave Ryan the energy to begin thrusting.

He went softly at first, feeling the wetness of it while grabbing hold of her melons.

"Ahhh-ahhhh...!"

"Uhhhh-ahhh~!"

Slowly, he went faster. And faster...

And faster.

Emma’s sweet moans increased the moment he thrust deeper, changing turns between grabbing her waist and breasts.

Emma was pushed to widen her legs even more so he could go deeper, as she could only beg him to keep going.

"Ooohh..."

"Ugh-uhhhhh~!"

They both reacted almost differently in the intimate action, and it was impossible to tell who was enjoying it more.

The young lady who hadn’t gotten a taste of this for a while, or the virgin guy who was already on the verge of finishing?

"Please go faster. Faster!" Emma pleaded.

At that point, they were exactly at the most intense part of the moment, as Ryan continued to hit hard, giving her every move that she asked for.

While she cried for him not to stop, he was gracefully gliding and thrusting, making sure that her moaning turned into screaming.

And surely, it did.

"Ohh-ahhh... Oh my god!!!"

"Yes! Yes! YESSSSSSSS!"

"Oh... Uhh..."

At that moment, her legs appeared to jerk a little bit, as Ryan immediately pulled out.

A certain splash of liquid exploded from her sacred part, baptizing Ryan’s face at once.

But at the same time, Ryan was also feeling the indescribable sensation that emerged from his dragon.

He was c**mming, and it was expected from a body that was doing this for the first time. In fact, he had even lasted longer than many would, and he was proud of Ryan for some reason.

"Ohh... Ah..."

"That was good. That was so good!" Emma said as she stared at him with eyes of admiration and respect.

Ryan collapsed on the bed without saying a word to her, gasping. They both gasped in turns as the rest continued.

Emma turned and faced him, resting her head on her left arm.

"You were expecting this, weren’t you?" she then asked.

"You are right," Ryan responded.

Emma gave out a slight laugh and shook her head.

"I owe you no apology, husband-to-be," she said.

"I know," Ryan said without looking at her.

He then stood up and began to dress back up.

He didn’t dare forget the promise he made to Emily to return soon, and there was nothing that could stop that.

"Are you leaving so soon?" Emma asked, her face already turning sore.

"Yes. I’m sorry, but I have to go now. I have an appointment I don’t want to miss," Ryan responded.

"Can’t you just wait for another hour? We can go see the swimming pool, or maybe have lunch together?" she offered, her face a little bit pleading.

She was clearly hoping he would agree to stay.

"I wish I could. I’m sorry..."

But then...

"Maybe some other time. Maybe after the wedding," Ryan said.

He ruled out her offer, and Emma immediately appeared sad, seeing that he wasn’t even thinking it through.

Ryan approached and kissed her on the forehead before walking out after getting dressed up.

She watched him disappear, letting out a sigh of disappointment right after.

"Maybe I shouldn’t have... I shouldn’t have started our relationship this way," she muttered.

"Maybe it wasn’t the right way... It wasn’t ideal."

"But... I am ovulating. He is supposed to understand, right?"

"Ah... How does he understand when I didn’t tell him?"

"Is he really not happy about what happened? Or is he really trying to meet up with the appointment?"

"Does he like me?"

"Am I beautiful enough for him?"

"Or maybe... Maybe he has a girlfriend somewhere?"

"Ahhhhhh... Maybe I’m overthinking things."

"Why would he agree to a marriage when he has a girlfriend?"

"Shut up, Emma. Shut up!"

She gave herself a few slaps and stood up from the bed. Grabbing her clothes, she wore them and immediately prepared to leave.

She booked the room for twelve hours, but it was no longer necessary to complete the time when the main guest had left.

"He said some other time. Maybe on our honeymoon. We will have enough time together, and I’ll enjoy him more," she said to herself as she looked in the mirror.

"He’s mine, and I’ll make sure he is mine alone."

******

Ryan arrived at the apartment to see Emily sleeping on the couch in the living room. With a rough exhale, he approached and kissed her on the forehead.

"I’m sorry I didn’t make it before you slept," he said.

He collapsed on a different couch and rested, and somehow, the memories at the hotel began displaying in his brain.

Everything that had happened. Everything that he did.

How she had completely seduced him without question and had disvirgined him...

Perhaps that was a lot to carry in his head, but Ryan couldn’t deny how sweet she was.

They might not have had a long session, but he could swear that he enjoyed every single moment. Every single move.

She was one of the sweetest women he’s ever been with, her body a complete definition of seduction.

’No way she squirted on my face,’ he laughed inwardly.

[Yeah, silly.]

’You were probably watching us, no?’ Ryan asked, a glare on his face.

[How many times do I have to tell you that I don’t have eyes, Brother?]

’Oh, true. But perhaps you’ve been lying to me all along,’ Ryan joked.

[You’ve had a few doubts about me in the past, so this is not supposed to be a surprise.]

Ryan shrugged.

The next moment, his phone was already ringing, and this time, it wasn’t his disturbing wife-to-be or her suffocating father.

Ryan smiled as he looked at the name.

Beep!

"Hello, sir. It’s me, Michelle."

"Of course I know who it is," Ryan responded with a smile.

"I have made my decision," she began.

"Okay?"

"I’ll make the next twenty-five years of my life meaningful. I choose to move on and start a new life," she said.

"And most especially, I will work for you."

"I owe you my life, Mister Ryan"