Chapter 179 - HER SINFUL NEEDS [R-18] (1/2)

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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.