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overgrown pussycat. She'd show him.
Right, she needed a plan. Thankfully her one concession to vanity had been the heels she wore with her jeans and her fire engine red lacy underwear. She took her hairband out, shook her head and grinned at herself in the mirror. She would show him.
Ten minutes later, she tottered back down those stairs in nothing but her underwear and heels. Her lips now matched the color of her thong and push up bra, thanks to the lippy she'd found in the bottom of her handbag, and her eyes held a smoky hue after she refreshed her make up. She paused to look in the hallway mirror to practice her porn star pout and smirked to herself. Neeve would be proud of her. Estelle's auburn locks tumbled down her back, and she ruffled them up some more, better to perfect the “bed look”. Drops of water glistened on her skin from the shower hose she'd run over herself, and her wet underwear was rendered transparent.
Try to resist that, pussycat. She straightened her shoulders, and her eyes locked with the man himself in the mirror. Her heart went into overdrive, seeing the predatory way he stalked towards her, his eyes drawn together in a frown. He threw the coffee cup he'd been holding against the wall, and Estelle turned round to see the brown liquid slowly slither down the cream surface, until it pooled on the oak flooring. Her insides did a similar slither when Nathan stopped in front of her. His heat and scent surrounded her, and she didn't dare raise her eyes off the floor. Time stood still as he simply watched her.
Her skin heated; her heart thumped against her chest bone, and her breathing grew labored, as she waited for his next move. His breath on her neck sent her nerve endings afire, and she clenched her thighs together to try to alleviate the hot, wet ache in her pussy.
He licked her neck while one hand went in her hair and yanked her head up. The sharp pain brought tears to her eyes, and she bit back another moan as her body reacted to the stimulation with a surge of liquid between her thighs. Nathan's nostrils flared. His eyes changed to the glowing slits of his tiger, and his claws ran out slowly, little pinpricks of painful pleasure in her scalp, and his delicious scent intensified. Her knees buckled, and she grabbed fistfuls of his shirt to steady herself. He caught her moan in a bruising kiss, before he spun her around to face the mirror. One jeans-clad knee went between her legs, and the rough friction against her clit sent sensations spiraling into her core. He yanked her hair back again until her head rested against his shoulders, and her body shook with the sensations assaulting her.
"Watch us in the mirror, my naughty little girl. See how I mark your body with my possession." The growled words delivered between small bites along her neck zinged along her skin, the command behind them forcing her to keep her eyes open, when all she wanted to do was let them drift shut and ride the sensations.
She panted her excitement when Nathan ran his claws along her body in small, ever-increasing circles, digging in just hard enough to leave red trails behind. Every scrape along her quivering tummy arched along her skin and danced through her veins, heating her body.
Her pussy clenched, her clit throbbed, and the fine sheen of her juices trickling down her inside thigh was clearly visible in the mirror.
Nathans's jeans turned a darker shade of blue as her arousal coated his leg, too, and she couldn't help the needful whimper escaping.
"Please, Sir…I…"
His hand had reached her swollen nipples, and her voice trailed off on shuddery exhale, when he used his menacing claws to rip the lace, exposing her breasts. The heavy globes tumbled into his waiting hands, and he groaned into her neck, his erection pressing into her ass as his hips thrust against her with the movement of his thigh against her swollen folds.
That felt way too good. Nathan growled into her neck, his fangs grazing along the
Right, she needed a plan. Thankfully her one concession to vanity had been the heels she wore with her jeans and her fire engine red lacy underwear. She took her hairband out, shook her head and grinned at herself in the mirror. She would show him.
Ten minutes later, she tottered back down those stairs in nothing but her underwear and heels. Her lips now matched the color of her thong and push up bra, thanks to the lippy she'd found in the bottom of her handbag, and her eyes held a smoky hue after she refreshed her make up. She paused to look in the hallway mirror to practice her porn star pout and smirked to herself. Neeve would be proud of her. Estelle's auburn locks tumbled down her back, and she ruffled them up some more, better to perfect the “bed look”. Drops of water glistened on her skin from the shower hose she'd run over herself, and her wet underwear was rendered transparent.
Try to resist that, pussycat. She straightened her shoulders, and her eyes locked with the man himself in the mirror. Her heart went into overdrive, seeing the predatory way he stalked towards her, his eyes drawn together in a frown. He threw the coffee cup he'd been holding against the wall, and Estelle turned round to see the brown liquid slowly slither down the cream surface, until it pooled on the oak flooring. Her insides did a similar slither when Nathan stopped in front of her. His heat and scent surrounded her, and she didn't dare raise her eyes off the floor. Time stood still as he simply watched her.
Her skin heated; her heart thumped against her chest bone, and her breathing grew labored, as she waited for his next move. His breath on her neck sent her nerve endings afire, and she clenched her thighs together to try to alleviate the hot, wet ache in her pussy.
He licked her neck while one hand went in her hair and yanked her head up. The sharp pain brought tears to her eyes, and she bit back another moan as her body reacted to the stimulation with a surge of liquid between her thighs. Nathan's nostrils flared. His eyes changed to the glowing slits of his tiger, and his claws ran out slowly, little pinpricks of painful pleasure in her scalp, and his delicious scent intensified. Her knees buckled, and she grabbed fistfuls of his shirt to steady herself. He caught her moan in a bruising kiss, before he spun her around to face the mirror. One jeans-clad knee went between her legs, and the rough friction against her clit sent sensations spiraling into her core. He yanked her hair back again until her head rested against his shoulders, and her body shook with the sensations assaulting her.
"Watch us in the mirror, my naughty little girl. See how I mark your body with my possession." The growled words delivered between small bites along her neck zinged along her skin, the command behind them forcing her to keep her eyes open, when all she wanted to do was let them drift shut and ride the sensations.
She panted her excitement when Nathan ran his claws along her body in small, ever-increasing circles, digging in just hard enough to leave red trails behind. Every scrape along her quivering tummy arched along her skin and danced through her veins, heating her body.
Her pussy clenched, her clit throbbed, and the fine sheen of her juices trickling down her inside thigh was clearly visible in the mirror.
Nathans's jeans turned a darker shade of blue as her arousal coated his leg, too, and she couldn't help the needful whimper escaping.
"Please, Sir…I…"
His hand had reached her swollen nipples, and her voice trailed off on shuddery exhale, when he used his menacing claws to rip the lace, exposing her breasts. The heavy globes tumbled into his waiting hands, and he groaned into her neck, his erection pressing into her ass as his hips thrust against her with the movement of his thigh against her swollen folds.
That felt way too good. Nathan growled into her neck, his fangs grazing along the
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