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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
The first place Clara went after successfully escaping was the amusement park. It had been a long-cherished dream for her, a place she had yearned to visit ever since she was a child. She had asked her parents to take her there on several occasions, but they always denied her requests, citing her fragile heart as the reason. Even after she received a new heart, their concerns persisted, and they continued to forbid her from indulging in any potentially strenuous activities.They were apprehensive about the possibility of her having a relapse. So they prohibited her from participating in activities that might cause her stress. Not only were her outings restricted, but she was also denied the opportunity to train alongside her siblings. Whenever she voiced her concerns about the importance of being prepared, her parents reassured her that she had guards to protect her. As a result, Clara had always been accompanied by her guards wherever she went. This suffocating level of supervision
“I want her in my bed,” Octavio declared, his eyes still fixated on Clara.“But boss, this isn't a club or our territory where you can pick up any bitch you want. Besides, my sister will be hurt if she finds out you're still sleeping around..." Dimitri started to say, but his words were cut short when Octavio silenced him with a chilling glare."I don't care about your sister's feelings. She chose to be my wife, knowing my nature! I want her in my bed before I leave, and it's your job to make it happen," Octavio commanded in a domineering tone."Yes, boss," Dimitri responded, getting up from his seat and leaving the table.Dimitri went out of the restaurant and accessed the database, searching for information about the woman who had been at the counter. After a thorough search, he approached the counter. “Hi, can you please help check something on my phone for me?” Dimitri asked, handing his phone to the woman with a charming smile, his killer dimples adding to his appeal."Of course
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.” “Thank you
“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
The tequilas began to take effect on Clara, and she found herself lost in the rhythm of the music; her body was beginning to sweat with each move she made. With the alcohol controlling her, Clara didn't mind the bumping and grinding from the people close to her, even though she realized her friends were nowhere in sight, and those bumping into her were strangers. But then, Clara felt people move away from her; without bother, she continued to dance, swaying her body to the beat, but was startled to a halt when a pair of rough hands wrapped the exposed skin on her belly, stroking it. Clara's breath hitched when the hands started to trace down her hips, stroking her exposed thighs. The action in a weird way was providing a soothing feeling to Clara's tired muscles as it trails back higher and higher. She involuntarily leaned into the comfort it was giving her; she began to sway her hips. Maybe it was the alcohol boosting her courage, but she started to grind her ass on the man behind
~An hour later~ Michelle's eyes shot open at the soft murmur of voices near her. She blinked several times, trying to orient herself in the blinding hospital room. Relief washed over her when she saw Alan’s familiar face. “My love, you are awake,” Alan said, a warm smile breaking through the tension on his face as he gently cupped Michelle's cheek with his hand, his touch both comforting and tender. However, panic seeped into Michelle's voice as she recalled the events leading up to her awakening. “Where is Luis? Didn’t he bring me to the hospital?” Michelle asked, urgency lacing her words, her heart racing at the thought of Luis. A glint of confusion crossed Alan's face as he studied her. “My love, who is he, and why are you so worried about him, instead of your well-being?” Curiosity laced his tone, mingled with an undercurrent of anxiety. Michelle hesitated for a moment, the weight of her feelings pressing down on her. “He is the man I love, the father of my baby.” Her conf
“Michelle!” Alan shouted, his voice laced with panic as he dashed toward her. The moment he reached her, he bent down, his strong arms encircling her petite frame, cradling her gently against his chest. “Luis…” she murmured, her voice barely a whisper before her eyes fluttered shut and she slipped into unconsciousness, her body limp in his hold. Without wasting time, Alan raced towards his car, and his chauffeur, standing by, promptly opened the door for him, and he wasted no time in getting inside, keeping Michelle secure in his arms.“Damn it, she’s bleeding,” he exclaimed, his heart racing as his gaze fell upon the darkening crimson stain spreading across his hand beneath her head. Panic surged through him. “Drive faster!” he yelled, urgency gripping his every word as he felt the weight of the moment pressing heavily on him.~♡~An hour earlier, a sleek black Ferrari roared to a halt at the iron gates of the Castillo mansion. One of the bodyguards stationed at the entrance approac
The sleek black car Michelle was riding in came to a halt in front of the grand stone church, its polished exterior gleaming in the soft glow of the afternoon sun. A bodyguard stepped forward, pulling open the door. Inhaling a deep breath to steady her racing heart, Michelle stepped out of the car, her elegant mermaid wedding gown flowing around her like a cascade of delicate lace and satin. The intricate beading sparkled, catching the light with every subtle movement she made. As soon as she stepped out, a bright voice pierced through the air. “My beautiful best friend!” Clara exclaimed, her eyes filled with joy. “Clara? You came? I thought you wouldn't make it." Michelle’s voice trembled with emotion, tears welling up in her eyes as she rushed into Clara's welcoming embrace. Clara wrapped her arms tightly around Michelle. “I couldn’t miss it for the world!” Clara said, her smile radiant. “Seeing my best friend standing here in her breathtaking wedding gown is a moment I simp
Alan was seated behind his desk, exuding an air of authority that filled the room. His sharp, handsome features were framed by transparent glasses that perched on his nose, giving him an appearance of both intellect and charm, as his blue eyes were fixed on the conference meeting unfolding on his laptop screen. The room was filled with a hushed, tense atmosphere as board members engaged in serious discussions, the glow of the laptop casting a soft light across his focused expression. Suddenly, the door swung open with a loud bang, breaking the silence. Michelle stormed in, her cheeks flushed with anger and her eyes blazing. “Alan, how dare you! How could you make a decision regarding my life without my consent?!” she shouted, her voice echoing off the walls. Alan, momentarily distracted from the serious matters on his laptop, looked up, taking in her fiery demeanor. The board members shifted uncomfortably in their seats, their gazes dropping to their notes, avoiding the swirling t
Alan returned to the clinic a few minutes later after Michelle left and decided to find her. On the way to her hostel, he saw a girl holding Michelle by the arm and hurried toward them. Just a few feet from them, he heard the girl's shameless statement. He was going to ask her to stop talking trash when she pushed Michelle. His heart raced as he secured his arms around Michelle's petite frame.“Are you alright?” he asked Michelle after steadying her. “I'm fine. Thank you.” Michelle said as the tears she had been holding back since she found out about her pregnancy came running down her face.“You girls should be ashamed of yourselves. Falsely accusing someone and trying to hurt her? Do you know what I do to girls like you who bully others?” Alan asked in a menacing voice, a deadly expression the girls had never seen before plastered on his usually calm face. The girls took a few steps back, a wave of fear surrounding them.However, Michelle, wanting to vent her frustration, approache
Knock Knock The faint sound of a knock at the door resonated through Principal White’s office; he looked up and saw Michelle standing outside his door. “Come in,” he said. “Good afternoon, Principal White,” Michelle greeted with a hint of nervousness in her voice. The principal gestured toward the chair positioned in front of his desk, his expression serious yet inviting. “Please, have a seat, Miss Agrilla,” he replied, his tone firm but tinged with a touch of concern. “Thank you,” Michelle said softly, settling into the chair and placing her hands on her lap, trying to maintain her composure as she fidgeted with her fingers. “Miss Agrilla,” Principal White began, his eyes studying her intently, “it has come to my attention that you have developed a troubling habit of dozing off during lectures. As your principal, I felt it necessary to bring you in today to understand what might be causing this issue. And let me be clear: if this continues, I will have to involve your p