“Get out!” Luis growled in a cold voice, frightening Michelle. Her heart began racing in an uncontrolled manner. However, she had made up her mind; she wanted to be Luis’ woman, and nothing was going to change that. With determined steps, she began to approach him. She stopped in front of Luis and asked, holding his gaze, “Am I not beautiful, Luis?” Luis muttered a few curses in a deep accent as he threw his head back, looking up at the ceiling, before saying, "You've got to be kidding me,” under his breath, that Michelle almost didn't make it out. He looked down at the beautiful woman who was asking him an obvious question he never expected to be spoken with her tempting plump lips. ‘Where is his once confident tigress?’ He sighed and replied. “You already know the answer to that.” “But I want to hear it from you. Am I ugly? Is that why you haven't kissed me up until now?” Michelle asked, and Luis groaned. The reason he hadn't touched her wasn't because she was ugly; it was because
Back in the living room, Luis stood there dazedly with his fingers caressing his lips where his little tigress had just kissed, watching as she ran up the stairs, with her hips that swayed seductively even with a little effort and her ass that bounced with every step she took. ‘Fuck it, he can't anymore.’ If only she knew the kind of torment she made him go through whenever she was there. He is a man; he has urges, urges he has been able to hold until now. But he doesn't think he can hold on any longer. He fucking wants her; he wants to feel himself inside her. He has been going nuts for the past two years after having a feel of her tight pussy. If only she knew he had finished taking a cold shower to jerk off the raging monster she had awoken within him that night, only for her to walk in fully naked, but he still managed to let her go without fucking the life out of her. “Fuck it, man?” Luis cursed, his voice sounding hoarser than intended when his little brother's face sudden
Michelle nodded her head with enthusiasm at Luis' declaration. She has been dying to hear him stake his claim on her. But now that he is finally doing it, she finds herself unable to give him an answer. She eagerly wanted to tell him she belonged to him alone. But she couldn't find the voice; perhaps it was his fingers that were tightening around her throat, sending sensations she was unfamiliar with through her body, or it was her clit, which was painfully throbbing from his firmness, that was pressing right on it.“Use your words,” Luis commands in a hoarse voice, staring at Michelle straight in the eyes. And her beautiful face, which has become red due to lack of air.“Yes… I'm only yours, Luis,” she managed to say. He nodded with a dangerous glint in his eyes, but then he got off her. Michelle propped up on her elbow and watched Luis' retreating form in utter shock as she tried to catch her breath. Luis walked to the sofa opposite the bed and sat down, facing Michelle and looking
Michelle trembled, feeling Luis kiss the spot he had bitten and licked. She turned to look at him, only to find him staring back at her with an intense gaze. “Luis…?” She muttered dejectedly, feeling a sense of unease creeping over her as she noticed the way Luis' gaze kept darkening as it locked onto her. “Who is Alan?” he suddenly asked, causing Michelle's eyes to widen with surprise. “What?” “You heard me, Michelle; who is he?” Michelle held Luis’ shoulders, looked him in the eyes, and answered. “He's my professor.” “Just that? Because you two looked close.” ‘Is he jealous?’ The thought filled Michelle with excitement; if Luis is jealous, it means he loves her, right?’ “Stay away from him,” Luis said, his tone sounding like a command. “He's my friend, Luis; I can't stop being friends with him all of a sudden. Are you jealous?" Michelle asked, with teasing in her voice. “Don't let me repeat myself; I don't want you anywhere close to him, and you will do what I s
‘Damn, She bit him, and it helped him snap out of his craziness. What has he done?’ Luis thought, looking down at Michelle, filled with regret at his own actions. In a moment of frustration, he lashed out by punching the bed, and she gasped, fear written all over her beautiful face. Seeing the fear in Michelle's eyes shook Luis to the core. ‘Was she scared of him?’ he thought. And just then, she began to push him away. He backed off, walking over to the closet, and got a new shirt for her to wear.‘Damn it! He fucking messed up!’ Luis heard the rumor about Michelle and her professor sometime last year but decided to stay calm after some investigation and never asked her about it. But today something in him snapped when he noticed her shaved pussy and the way she teased him while pleasuring herself. Her expertise was astounding. It was as if she were a fucking professional, and he couldn't help but think that Michelle could accomplish all that because she had been intimate with a man
“Michelle, I'm sorry,” Luis said remorsefully. Looking down at Michelle's tear-stained face, he could see she was in pain. He realized after fully penetrating her that she was untouched and her painful cry when he entered her. Fuck, he messed up again; his tigress didn't betray him, but because of his doubts, he fucking hurt her.“Why are you apologizing?” Michelle asked angrily.“For doubting you, I thought you...”“You thought I fucked my professor.” Michelle completed Luis' words, "If you still believe I was unfaithful to you, why did you come to my room then?”“I'm sorry; please forgive me; I was stupid; it's just that seeing you relieve yourself, I thought... I was wrong.”"Luis, you’ve hurt me,” Michelle said, but laughed with tears falling down her temples and added, “And you know what the funny part is? I always knew my first time would be painful because I knew you didn't love me enough to be gentle with me, but now that it finally happened, it hurts. My heart hurt so badly b
“Did it still hurt when I moved?” Luis asked.“No, so make me yours,” Michelle said, and Luis nodded and said,“Tell me if you feel any discomfort and want me to stop, okay?” Michelle nodded, and he began to thrust in and out, trying his best to go gentle. "Aaah!" Michelle moaned, her body trembling as pleasure began to build within her. Feeling consumed with pleasure. Luis, seeing her loosening up and her pussy that had begun to pulsate around his dick, bent over, taking her nipple in his mouth. He will suck, nibble, and lick, teasing her nipple with his tongue while he continues thrusting inside her.Michelle entangled her fingers in his hair, pulling him closer; she didn't want him to stop what he was doing to her. “Don’t stop; faster, please,” she cried. Luis smirked and replied huskily.“Your wish is my command.” He pulled out of her and slammed into her as he began to move faster. Michelle moaned, arching her back, her hands grabbing a fistful of the bedsheets.“Ahhhhhh!” she
~ 4 hours earlier ~ 4 hours earlier at the Marisspasia modeling agency. The continuous capturing sounds of a camera could be heard, accompanied by the occasional murmured compliments and instructions from the photographer. His admiration for the stunning model he was working with was evident in his every movement. Working with her was always a pleasure for him, as she effortlessly conveyed the exact emotions and expressions he needed to capture, making his job quick and effortless. Unlike some other models he had worked with, she didn't just smile and pose for the camera; she truly embodied the character he wanted her to portray, conveying the required expressions in just a matter of seconds, while others struggled to do so. Snap! Snap! Snap! “Yeah, that is! Wow, try looking furious now; yeah, damn good, you are natural; look wild, like a temptress. Damn right! Yeah,” the photographer said, as he kept snapping at Clara. She was at the photoshoot for the latest Marisspasia cosmet
Two pairs of piercing eyes stared back at each other; the man's eyes were fierce and dark, while the woman's were moist and reddened. Their stares were so intense, as if they were under a spell and neither of them could look away, as if being pulled in by a powerful magnetic force. Just then, the man's eyebrows curved, and that snapped the woman back to her senses. Like a deer being chased by a leopard, Michelle turned and ran away at an abnormal speed. “Michelle…?” Luis breathed, "Michelle changed her hair color?” he muttered with a dumbfounded expression on his face. Realizing he was letting Michelle get away, Luis cursed throatily as he got to his feet and chased after her. “Fuck, I have to find her!” Feeling flustered, Michelle, who was desperate to get away from Luis, ran to the restroom to hide; however, in her desperation, she ran into the men's room unaware. Luis saw her enter the male washroom and frowned as he began to walk over. “Boss? What happened?” Luis' personal b
“Are you better now? There's somewhere I need to be right this instance; get out,” Octavio said flatly. Clara, shocked by Octavio's words, gasped as she turned to look at his face with a disbelief expression. What hurt her most was how Octavio stared back at her with an expressionless face. Clara's heart shook violently from the pain, and she abruptly got up as if being chased by a group of thugs. She reached for the door with a shaky hand, but it was locked, yet she didn't ask Octavio to open it for her. There was a click, and she tried again; the door opened, and she hurriedly got out, tightly holding his suit around her body protectively. However, Clara's legs gave out under her the moment she stepped out of the car. She was about to fall when two strong hands caught her steady. She looked up and was met with Marco's bloodshot eyes, and more tears began to fall down her face. “Marco, please help me out of…” Clara didn't finish speaking when Marco carried her in his arms. She bu
After the topic regarding the necklace, Octavio took Clara to a 5-star restaurant, and they ate. During the meal, he kept looking at Clara every now and then, making her feel giddy with all sorts of emotions.Clara could feel the butterflies fluttering in her stomach, making her smile shyly as she sneaked glances at Octavio's handsome face.“Is my princess shy?” Octavio asked with a hint of playfulness in his voice. Clara, who was caught, immediately denied shaking her head eagerly, her already tinted cheeks turning more crimson.“No!” Clara stated firmly.“Really, then why do you keep avoiding my gaze?” Octavio asserted.“No, I didn't…!” Clara exclaimed, and due to her nervousness, her voice came out slightly raised.“Hey, princess,” Octavio said, placing a hand on Clara hand on top of the table and squeezing it gently as he muttered in a soothing manner,“Calm down; I understand it if you're uncomfortable. I wait till you're ready to take that step forward. I love you, princess, and
The meeting went on with an intense atmosphere that a knife could slice through as shivers trickled down the spine of everyone seated in the conference room; beads of cold sweat formed on their foreheads as they watched the silent but loud glaring battle that seemed to be ongoing between Luis and Alan, the two greek god-like men in the room, each time their fierce gaze met. ~~~ The meeting ended successfully, and the partnership was formed. The two men had no option but to sign the partnership, as each of their fathers had formed this alliance years ago, but it had always been verbal, and now they had signed it. As Luis watched Alan and his staff walk away, he felt the strong urge to kill; he wanted to vent out the rage he had been holding in since the three hours he laid his eyes on Alan. He wanted to go to the base and use some of the captives as punching bags, but he knew inwardly that wouldn't help, judging by the huge bump in his pants. The moment he saw Alan, all he could thi
~ One month later ~ Alan looked at the hesitant expression on Michelle's face and questioned with his eyes narrowed suspiciously, “Michelle? I would have believed you if you had just told me you didn't want to come to the meeting with me.” He realized her behavior had been strange since the previous day. “What? Alan, how can you say that?” Michelle said with a disbelief expression. However, after three years of living together, Alan could tell Michelle was hiding something. “Michelle?” he said in a firm voice. “Okay, fine, I didn't want to tell you this, but um, your birthday is in a month,” Michelle began as she thought of what to say. “So… I had made some special arrangements with… Ann, Annalisa. Yes, I requested a custom-made suit. She wants me to come with your measurements today,” Michelle explained as she looked at Alan's face from the corner of her eye to see if he was buying her new excuse. “You believe me, right?” she asked, because she herself wasn't sure what she was
Michelle still reported to work even after Alan asked her not to. It was lunchtime, and Mitchell was asleep, so she decided to go and get lunch since she didn't eat breakfast. ~ Twenty minutes later, Michelle returned to her office. But her heart skipped a beat when she didn't find Mitchell in his bed. “Mitchell…?” She muttered in a panicked voice as she turned and headed out. Michelle searched all the small office cubicles on the floor and the studio where a photoshoot was ongoing, but she couldn't find him. Michelle started to panic when she realized she hadn't checked Alan's office. She knew Mitchell couldn't open Alan's office door on his own, but maybe he went there to look for Alan? She thought as she ran toward his office. The moment Michelle turned the corner to Alan's office, a wave of relief washed over her when she saw Mitchell on Alan's lap. She composed herself and approached the door and knocked. Alan and Mitchell turned their heads to the door at the sou
In a mansion located on the outskirts of town, the sound of a crying child filled the dining room, and a man dressed in a three-piece suit held the boy in his arms as he tried to calm the crying child. “Michelle?!” Alan called out. “I’m almost done!” Michelle cried from the kitchen. “Hear that, champion? Your mummy is almost finished with your breakfast…” Mitchell, at Alan’s voice, stopped crying, looking at Alan’s face, but continued to cry the moment Alan stopped talking. “Here, give him to me!” Michelle said, urgency lacing her voice as she placed the purée she had prepared on the table. She sat down and stretched out her hands to Alan. Alan handed Mitchell to her as she started feeding him. “So are you bringing him to work?” Alan asked. “Yes…!” Michelle answered briefly. “But you haven’t done that before?” Alan raised a question at Michelle's answer. “I know, that’s why he’s staying with you,” Michelle clarified, and Alan demanded, “Me?” “Yes, you.” Alan, at Michelle's
It was a few minutes past eight in the morning when Luis woke up. He went into the shower and took a long shower after jerking off. After getting dressed, he headed downstairs. However, upon reaching his living room, he heard some movements coming from the kitchen. There were no maids in the house, so who could that be? Selena? When did Selena learn how to cook? He thought as he walked to the kitchen to investigate, but he stopped at the entrance when he saw who was standing inside the kitchen cooking. “Mother?” Martina turned to face her son with a warm smile. She looked as stunning as always, with her long straight hair falling down her back, her light makeup, and as usual, a red lipstick. She looked beautiful; it was like she was growing younger by the day instead of vice versa. “Did you miss me?” Martina asked, and Luis shook his head, seemingly in a trance state as he replied. “No, I mean, yes, so much?” Martina smiled and said, “I miss you more; welcome back, son.” “Than
“Ahh, Luis...! Gentle, please..." A fully naked Selena, whose back was wet with sweat dripping down, her blonde hair firmly twisted in Luis' firm grip, cried out, her breath labored as Luis slammed ruthlessly into her from behind. Luis grunted, pulling out and slamming into Selena, his hand connecting with her already red ass and spanking it hard. Selena gasped at the sting, her throbbing pussy clenching Luis' dick; she could feel herself getting to the edge once again, just then, Luis drove his dick into her with force, and that did it, her grip on the dining table weakening as she rested her forehead on it, her body trembling. Her legs, which were spread apart, badly quivering from the pleasure. Selena closed her eyes, surrendering to the sensation as Luis continued thrusting inside her, his dick filling and widening her pussy with his thickness, all her strength drained, causing her legs to weaken, and she collapsed on the dining table panting. Luis continued thrusting into her