Wolf President Hooks Up

Chapter 615: Seduction

Rylee's breasts ached and numbed from the rubbing, and she couldn't help but feel electricity running through her body and her legs going weak.

"Mmmm... no... ah... umm... "

She broke off into a whimper that resembled a moan.

He wanted to fuck her!

He wanted to thrust into her hard right now, and to explore inside her!

He wanted to fuck her like crazy!

Timothy's muscles tensed up while he was ready to fuck her.

He gently moved and rubbed himself against her.

The blood ran wild in his body as he listened to her soft sob.

He kissed her passionately and went down her neck and all the way down.

Rylee was terrified and suddenly alerted when she was about to lose consciousness.

"No, no... don't..."

It all happened so fast! How did it get to this state in just a few seconds?

"No, don't..."

Rylee propped up Timothy's face and let out a shaky gasp.

Timothy had been very aroused when he suddenly saw the panic in Rylee's eyes, then he came to his senses and stopped moving abruptly.

"No, don't .."

Rylee murmured with trembling lips.

She looked completely stunned.

Timothy looked at Rylee steadily and still pressed against her.

After ten seconds, Timothy suddenly braced himself.

Only then did Rylee breathe a sigh of relief, and the next moment, she covered her face and screamed.

"Ha..."

She was facing his erect penis.

Timothy jumped out of the tub, found a towel to wrap around his waist, and propped his arms on the sink. He lowered his head and breathed heavily.

If this torture continued like this, he was really afraid that he would have problems with himself.

It was driving him crazy.

Rylee peeked through her fingers at Timothy. Thankfully, he wasn't unclothed, and at least, he had a cloth around his waist.

Rylee eased up a little and was just about to accuse Timothy of molesting her like that earlier when Timothy spoke up first.

"I won't let you off so easily if you ever seduce me in that way again!"

"Huh?" Rylee's mouth dropped open.

Was she the one who seduced him?

Rylee tilted her head to think.

It really seemed like she had seduced him.

She was the one who touched his cock first, then fell into the tub and sat on his critical part. What was even worse was that she had to emphasize how hard his dick was.

Ugh! How could she be so shameless?

Even if he was a handsome man, she couldn't just be so eager.

Even if she was horny, she couldn't admit it.

"I really didn't mean to. I didn't mean to seduce you, and it was just a coincidence."

Rylee defended herself sheepishly.

She peeked at Timothy and found him still panting facing the sink.

She looked at his body from the side. Shit, it was devastating. How could he look so good?

His arms, his pecs, his abs ...

Rylee wiped the drool from the corner of her mouth, scrambled out of the water, and walked behind Timothy, then pleasingly pounded Timothy's back, "Timothy, take it easy. I in no way meant to desecrate your body. I don't have a single stray thought!"

But in fact, she had ...

Timothy shot Rylee an indignant look in the mirror and said through gritted teeth, "What? Are you going to keep seducing me?"

"Huh? I didn't!"

She pounded his back and curried favor with him. How could he call that seduction?

Timothy glanced hard at Rylee's breasts, "You just want to seduce me. But your breasts are a little too small."

He finished coolly and turned to walk out.

The bathroom door, which had been locked earlier, was now easily opened by Timothy.

With a bang, he left Rylee alone in the bathroom.

"What the hell? When have I ever tried to seduce you?"

Rylee muttered, then looked at the mirror in confusion.

"Ah! Ah! Ahhh!" Rylee shrieked in shock at the mirror.

It was only when she looked in the mirror that she realized that her clothes were all wet!

She was really... seducing him ...

Rylee shuddered and covered her breasts with both hands, then stomped her feet and wailed.

"Damn it! How could this be!"

She had thought it was just her taking advantage of him, but now it seemed she was being seen through by him too.

Hearing her words, Timothy, who was outside rubbing his hair, smiled.

Rylee looked in the mirror and pointed at herself and whispered, "Rylee, you dummy! Why are you messing with Timothy? Is he so easy to be messed with? He's a gang leader! He is a dangerous man who will take revenge whenever he can! How can you be so horny! How can you let your imagination run away with you in front of a handsome man! Now you're at a disadvantage."

Timothy touched her breasts. Hump, not only did he touch it, he rubbed it.

Gosh! She was so humiliated!

She was so anxious.

But, she wasn't really at a disadvantage, was she?

If measured by personal value, she should be considered to have taken advantage of the situation.

Timothy was prestigious, yet she'd touched his cock. Hey, she should be considered to have taken advantage of it.

Rylee thought about this in the bathroom. For a moment, she was depressed and shy, and in the next moment, she was indignant.

Knock, knock, knock!

There was a knock on the door.

Rylee immediately cowered in fear and hid behind the door.

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"Who else could it be?"

Timothy's clear, elegant voice rang out, "Are you going to spend the rest of your life in my bathroom? It's been so long that even chicks could have hatched."

Rylee looked up at the ceiling, "Just let me stay a little longer. I'm still reflecting."

"Here, Armand brought you some clothes from Seaside Villa. Hurry up and change!"

He still said in an unquestionable, commanding tone.

The door was pushed open by Timothy and he threw in a pile of clothes.

Rylee pulled them up and looked at them as she sighed.

Mr. Wheeler had thought to send someone to bring her a change of clothes, which was very thoughtful of him.

It was just that ...

She was too ashamed to go out!

How could she ever face Timothy again?

Rylee dawdled for another twenty minutes before she got changed into her new clothes and shuffled out.

There was no one in the bedroom.

Then, she kept walking forward.

Timothy, brewing coffee in the bar room, had turned into a well-dressed gentleman.

Light khaki casual trousers stretched tightly over his long, straight legs, outlining his perfectly sexy hips.

The light blue shirt was tied into his trousers. He was not wearing a tie and looked very easygoing, as if he were the boy next door

Rylee leaned against the wall and stood pathetically as she bit her lip and blushed.

She also kept peeking at Timothy.

It just wasn't the same after touching his key parts!

How could she feel like she was looking at her own man as she looked at Timothy now?

Rylee, come back to your senses! Rylee shook her head hard.

"Do you want coffee or milk tea?"

Timothy glanced at Rylee while his face was calm and his posture elegant.

It was as if nothing had just happened.

Rylee scuffed her shoes, "Coffee ..."

Timothy brewed the coffee without looking at Rylee, "What did you come to see me about?"

"Huh?" Rylee's eyes widened.

Yes, what the hell did she come to the Royal Group for!

Rylee slapped herself on the head, "I'm so stupid that I forgot the most important thing!"

Timothy said in a pun, "You're not stupid. You're smart enough to use your small boobs to seduce the president of the Royal Group."

Rylee drooped her head.

After a few seconds, she mustered up the courage to say, "My boobs aren't small, are they? My classmates even envy my good figure."

Timothy turned his face away and snickered.

Timothy sat on his high chair and tapped his fingers on the bar, looking impatient, "Hurry up! What did you come to see me for? I'm busy."

"If you're busy, why did you have the time to take a bath?"

"What?" Timothy turned his face to look at Rylee, who immediately winced at the sight of his murderous glares.

"I mean, of course, you're busy. The president of the Royal Group is supposed to be busier than the president."

"Then don't beat around the bush. What is it?"

"Ah, let me think about it... What am I here for?"

Rylee smiled bitterly. She had actually forgotten what she was doing here.

Timothy reminded her with a sigh, "Kenneth ..."

"Yeah! It’s about Kenneth. I want to do an interview with Kenneth, but he refuses!"

"What does it matter to me?"

Timothy said casually, making Rylee so angry that she wanted to scratch his handsome face.

"So I'm here to beg you to give Kenneth an order to accept my interview."

Alas, it was so hard for ordinary people to make money. For the 5000 bonus, she really used every trick she could think of.

"Oh, you've come to beg me to help you today. But why did you end up taking advantage of me instead?

Timothy spoke with extreme innocence.

Rylee instantly felt guilty again, and gave Timothy a bow, "Mr. Wheeler, I was wrong. I was wrong to take advantage of you! I deserve to die! Please, don't mention it again, will you?"

Once he mentioned it, she wanted to burrow into the ground.

"You've upset me today, and I don't want to help you." Having said that, Timothy stared at Rylee's face.

Rylee raised her little face and cocked her head to look at Timothy, "So how can I make you happy? How can you help me?"

"I'll think about it."

Rylee got anxious and went up to grab Timothy's arm and shake it hard, "What else are you thinking? Don't hesitate anymore. Call Kenneth now and get him to agree to my interview!"

Timothy looked at the clock on the wall, "I've got a meeting to attend."

"Huh? A meeting?"

Rylee felt discouraged as she rested her head on Timothy's chest.

Timothy deliberately said slowly, "Who's going to put on my tie?"

Rylee understood what he meant after three seconds, then raised her right hand and called out ingratiatingly, "Me! Me! I'll help you!"

"You? Can you?"

"Yes, yes, yes!"