Tasting 87

87-Sex Me Up!

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Nora confidently nodded before she turned to exit the room. Those few seconds of watching her

depart were quite

challenging for me. My eyes were fixed on her a**, observing how her buttocks moved with each

step.

I couldn’t help but imagine my hands squeezing them, parting them to slide my hard d**k between

her cheeks.

‘Calm down!’ I grunted at Nic. I was going crazy thinking about all the stuff I am going to do Nora

once I get my hands on her.

‘Hard thing to do, but okay, he retorted in a sassy tone.

‘Tell me something, what were you thinking making that deal?’ Nic was rightfully angry with me. I

steadily ran my hand under my shirt and scratched the mark on my ribs.

‘We’ve been around many of them, and we’ve learned to control our urges. Remember, we never

lay a hand on anyone, I scoffed, shrugging as I made my way to the canvas.

‘Right! But that’s not the deal you made. You outright told her that you wouldn’t even get excited for

her. How the heck do you think you’re going to manage that?’ Nic was more agitated than I was. He

knew if we lost this deal, we might have to wait again. for a chance to touch Nora.

It sounded disgusting that I had such fantasies about her, but

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she was also my mate. So my excuse was that she was made my stepsister by the people around

me, but she was made my mate by the Moon Goddess.

‘Well, we’re an alpha king; we can certainly control that part of our body,’ I mumbled, scratching the

mark and feeling like it was going to be a bit harder than I was making it appear. I was certain I

wouldn’t touch Natalya, not even if I were drunk. I had so much control over myself. Every time a

model was naked here and I was drunk, even when she tried to initiate something, nothing

happened. But that didn’t mean I wasn’t aroused. That was a part of me. I was born with lust in me.

As I stood before the mirror and lifted my shirt, I watched the lust mark on my ribs and noticed how

red it was turning. ‘Is it a curse or what?’ I asked mys, clenching my jaw while trying to figure out

how I could preve myself from getting aroused. I wouldn’t want to lose this chance to initiate

something with my mate. To hell with anyone who reminds me that she is known as my stepsister. I

was ready to break any rules. I have kept the lust in me under control for years; I was going to take

it all out on my mate.

The evening arrived, and after dinner when everyone had left for their rooms, I heard a knock on the

door of my studio. “Come in!” I replied, watching the door open and Nora walk in just to introduce

Natalya to me. She had taken a shower and seemed like she had applied some makeup. But why

were my eyes stuck on Nora? She had her hair up in a messy bun, her wrinkled oversized sweater

falling over her thighs. Yet she looked like the s**t thing I had ever seen before.

“Shall we begin?” Natalya used a meek tone, but I knew this is not how she sounded most of the

time.

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“Hm!” I grunted, feeling a bit grumpy. If she lands me in trouble and I miss my chance for an intimate

session with Nora, I’ll end up tossing Natalya to the wolves.

“Alright! How should I pose?” she asked, glancing back at Noral and gesturing for her to leave.

That was actually a good idea. If Nora stays, I’ll just end up getting all worked up watching her. But

then again, her presence might remind me to keep my cool and wait for the bigger reward.

“Okay then,” Nora muttered, sounding rather unhappy, “I’ll be in my room.”

“Alright! Bye!” Natalya quickly waved her goodbye.

There was a bit of a charm in easing Nora. Seeing her looking. at us with so much jealousy made

me smile inwardly.

I walked up to the door, maintaining eye contact with her, and shut it.

“So, am I supposed to take off my own clothes, or should I let you handle it?” Natalya asked,

sounding suggestive. I pointed to a couch for her to sit on..

“Do you have any poses in mind?” I inquired.

“Actually, yes! How about I pull off my top just a bit, showing some skin. Then I use a rope to weave

it through my shirt, making it look like a snake slithering in there, and I hold the end in my hands.

Maybe have half of it wrapped around my naked boob,” the way she explained it all stunned me.

I’ve never met a model with such a vivid imagination. The pose she discussed with me really set the

mood.

I quickly scanned the room for a rope. I hadn’t expected her to be so skilled at this, but she

definitely impressed me.

“Here you go!” I handed her the rope, and she smiled. Slowly, her hands pulled her top down until

one of her breasts came into view.

She twirled the rope around her breast and then threaded one end of it into her blue panties, letting

it cascade down to her foot before holding the other end in her hand. All the while, she maintained

eye contact with me.

“Okay, stay still,” I instructed and began painting on the canvas. She let out occasional mo , but

what she didn’t realize was that if I were to be aroused, it should have been before I started

painting. Once I’m in the zone, I don’t talk or feel anything. So, I won! But that’s when my phone

rang, and I had to answer it.

“You know what? I think I’ll just go to sleep,” Nora’s voice sounded low on the call.

“Why? Don’t you want to find out?” I asked softly.

“No, I don’t think I can handle it,” she concluded and hung up.