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

”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.