Chapter 179: HER SINFUL NEEDS [R-18]

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Nathaira leaned on him weakly after her heavy squirting. Her juices were dripping from her thighs. She just wants to get out of this place and get fucked by Oliver. Oliver plunges his fingers hardly for one last time before he removed which made her moan loudly. "Ahh! God!" she moans. 

Just then a man came over to them. "Dude… would you like it If I join you both for a threesome," he says with a confident smile. 

"Scram!" Oliver says as his voice turned icier and the rib of her eyes turned red making him look like a god of death. The man shivers at his reaction and runs away. 

Nathaira wriggles in his arms. "Please… I want you so badly," she says almost begging. 

"Let's leave here," he says. Before leaving, he went back to the bar counter and paid the bill. "Keep the change," he says before leaving. The bartender gives a look at the couple. He turned around not before shaking his head. 

Oliver's hands were already on her hips guiding her forward, pushing her towards the door. As if she needs to be rushed.

They make it into the elevator and as the doors shut, they crash into one and other. Oliver's lips bruise hers, sucking and biting, his tongue dips into her mouth with wild strokes that make her moan deeply. The rough, well-worked skin on his hands catches and snags in her hair as he forces his fingers through the thick, loose strands. Oliver tips her head back, holding Nathaira there, exposing her neck to the scrape of his teeth and the sucking, sublime torture of his lips. 

Neither of them notices the elevator has stopped until a throat clears. Nathaira was too drunk to care while Oliver just didn't give a damn. The man who entered the lift just smiled at the couple. After all, this was common in hotels. 

"Oliver," Nathaira calls out, "this is our floor." The man standing outside the elevator just smirks at Oliver for which he responded with his handsome smirk, While Nathaira barely acknowledge him as they rush down the hallway.

She notices nothing about this hotel room they have rented for the night. Oliver flicks on the lamps, and as the door slams behind them, and he was already seizing the hem of her dress and tugging it up and over her head. 

"Did I say you look so hot and fuckable in this dress?" Oliver whispers in her ear the moment he threw the dress aside. 

"No," she replied. Her nipples were turning hard. 

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"I don't want to ruin that dress. So, I took it off," he said in her ear. 

Nathaira wasn't interested in the conversation with him right now. All she wanted was him to fuck her. Now her world was filled with Oliver and his hands and the magic they were working on her body. There was no bra beneath the silk sheath, and Oliver moans deep in his throat at the discovery.

She didn't wear a bra for the sake of Cedric. But for some reason she was glad that the one who was undressing her was Oliver. Nathaira didn't realize her true feelings as she was deep down sunk in her obsession. 

She was feeling tingling all over, slick with the need of him. He pauses only a moment in his onslaught to drink her in with desire-weighted eyes. 

His hand circles her wrist, and he raises her arm, spinning her around on the spot, once, twice, before stopping her in front of the full-length mirror that sits beside the dresser. He studies her in the glass, his face creased with raw hunger.

"I want to fuck you in front of this mirror," he whispered in her ears as he locked his eyes with her through the mirror. 

"Do it," she said. 

"I have other plans," he says.

His words were coated with a layer of hunger and desire. She was already drowned in the pool of lust. His very look makes her want to jump on him and do horse riding. But… his look made her unable to move. Her eyes were dazed due to the alcohol, desire, and lust. Her breasts were swollen, aching for his touch. He drags a fingertip over one puckered nipple, then the next before cupping them both in his palms. His chest hair tickles her back. Nothing hides my pussy from his hungry eyes but a black high-cut thong that frames my bum like a picture. The delicate material rips as Cedric slips his fingers into the waist and yanks sideways. 

Their eyes hold in the mirror and a whimper escapes from her mouth as both his hands settle on her ass cheeks, rubbing in small circles. Oliver pushes her forward, and she braces her hands against the cold glass, waiting. He slaps his palms against her, then squeezes hard enough to leave a mark. her skin sings out in delectable pain. A cry falls off off lips. "Ahhhh…. Oliver," she cries out in pleasure. 

"Trust me, babe. You will cry all night like this," he says. And she pushes her body back, seeking, needing the hard press of his desire against her as she felt turned on further when she heard his seductive voice in her ears. 

He obliges. A clatter of metal echoes in the room as his belt hits the floor. She moves back from the mirror and tries to turn to him but Oliver shoves her forward. He holds her down against the bed with a big hand on the back of her neck. The other hand spreads her folds wide, exposing my wet, hidden parts to the air. She already had a volcano burst back in the bar but now… she wants the same thing but this time she wants his dick not his fingers. 

She whimpered into the cotton of the duvet.

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