I feel sore all over, but I'm not talking about the bad kind of sore. It's the delicious, sensational kind that makes one's body continue to hum from the passionate lovemaking and raw hard s*x of last night.
Reagan might be a beast, but he sure knows how to worship a lady's body. My whole skin, starting from my neck downwards, is covered with red dots from all his nipping and biting. One would think I have skin rashes or something bad. And he didn't even let me sleep until the wee hours of the morning. Maybe I shouldn't have accepted his challenge and should have given up quickly. But either way, it's not as if I didn't like it. In fact, I loved it.
I stare at my reflection through the mirror in the bathroom, admiring Reagan's work on my body last night. My hair is disheveled and looks
