Let me help you

Aurora's POV

I could see the dumbfounded and shocked look in his eyes when he heard me say those words. Walking back into his room, I never expected to catch him pleasuring himself, though I didn't see his Dick, I could still tell what he was doing. He was stroking himself, and his hand was still there; he hadn't taken it off, neither had he zipped up.

“What are you saying?” He didn’t seem happy with my words, but I wasn't going to take them back. I could tell that he felt the same way I did about him. Although I wasn't entirely sure, walking in on him giving himself a handjob just after I had finished massaging him was a clear indication that he felt the same way. If he wasn’t man enough to make the first move, then I would.

I moved closer to him and saw him quickly zip up and stand on his feet, his bulge still noticeable in his pants. I gulped at the sight of it, imagining how it would feel to be deflowered by such length.

“Aurora, stop it,” Lord Frederick grunted when he caught me