JUNIPER

Chapter XIX

   Silk had Reagan bent over their private villa's balcony, moaning for dear life. Silk was giving her the best sex she ever had. He had a lot of pinned up energy in him and wanted anything to release it all in her. Reagan's breast bounced rapidly as his thrust sped up. "Aghhhh daddy", Reagan yelled out as Silk gripped her waistline. "You like that?" Silk grunted. Her juices were raining down on his as he enjoyed every stroke. He wanted to do everything and more to please her and on this vacation that's what he did every day. "Yes baby", Reagan moaned out, lifting her right leg onto the railing getting a different feel. Reagan could feel herself about to explode. Silk took a hold of her neck, feeling himself tense up at his last couple of strokes. Just the feel of Silk's hand sent her into her explosive frenzy as her love came down all over him.
Silk picked Reagan up, taking her back inside, throwing her onto the bed and throwing her legs straight up into the air. Silk got on his knees, placing his hands on her ass as he ate her pussy. The smell of her was so sweet, like a warm vanilla which made his dick harder. He always sexed Reagan good but as far as head, this was his first time and he couldn't half step it. Silk stuck his tongue in her ass and held her waist pinned to the bed. Reagan hummed as she caressed her breast, letting her eyes roll to the back of her head. She never felt pleasure like this in her life. "Silkkkkkkk", Reagan moaned, rubbing her hand through his waves. He alternated between sucking her hole and nibbling on her clit, she rotated her hips, throwing her pussy in his mouth ferociously. She felt herself about to climax as the build came fast, cumming in Silk's mouth. He devoured all of her juices, standing to his feet.
Reagan couldn't even move, feeling herself still rapturing onto the sheets. Silk knew his job wasn't down as he could see the lust lingering from her eyes. Just hovering over her, Reagan's statuette frame was like art to him and just looking at her made his dick stand at attention. She pulled him onto of her, sliding his manhood inside of her herself. Silk held her legs behind her head as he gave her long deep strokes. "Yes daddy," she whispered. She didn't want the love making to end. They sexed until the night came and fell asleep underneath the moonlight. "Don't ever leave me ma", Silk said out of the blue. She looked at him in his eyes, "I been with you this long, you know I'm not going no where". He pecked her lips as she laid her head back on his chest. "I want you to move in wimme." She was lost for words.

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    Their trip was finally over as Reagan and Silk touched back down in New York. She couldn't take her eyes off of her man, he did something to her that no other man would ever be able to do. Silk loved everything about Reagan, inside and out. She'd Ben down for him since they were kids and he couldn't let someone like her just fade away to the background. She meant the world to him and even though they lost their baby that wasn't going to stop him from trying again. He wanted to spend the rest of his life with her and he was sure that she knew it.
   Walking outside, Reagan was stunned to see her Bentley Bentayga ready for her to stunt through the city in. Silk put their things in the trunk and Reagan got into the drivers seat, speeding off into traffic.

Reagan dropped Silk off at his place heading home. She made her way inside, taking a deep sigh. "Home sweet home." She figured no one was home because everything was so neat and quiet. Making her way up to her room, she went into her closet pulling out her suitcases. "Happy as hell to be leaving this motherfucka and I can't wait until Sai let this motherfucka go to", she sighed to herself. She packed every piece of clothing and pair of shoes that she owned, stuffing each case until the zippers almost popped.
As she sat in silence, everything was so still the hairs on the back of her neck stood up. Reagan felt in her soul that something wasn't right. CREAKKKKKKKKKKK! Reagan could hear the floorboards moving as someone tried to creep their way up the stairs. Hurriedly, Reagan rushed into her closet, unlocking her gun box, grabbing her loaded .38 caliber. Whoever it was coming up the stairs, obviously stopped moving. They knew Reagan was home and Reagan had a motive to kill whomever this trespasser was. Easing out of the closet with her gun cocked and ready to blow anyways brain to the wall. Reagan and the trespasser were now standing face to face with a little to seven feet in between them.