CHAPTER FORTY EIGHT

DALLAS


It took me a while to realize that my hand was still on his erection. I tried to retrieve my hand, but his grip tightened. My gaze locked with Oliver’s, his eyes darkened with desires which further intensify the inferno inside me.

The air suddenly grew thick that it became hard to breathe properly. I parted my lips slightly, taking in an audible breath. My tongue darted out unconsciously and wet my lower lip.

My eyes fell on his lips and I found myself wondering what they’d taste like. How they’d mould perfectly with mine. My core throbbed at the thought.

I shouldn’t be thinking about kissing him. Sex is one thing, a kiss is another. We both had needs that should be met. Since we’re going to be stuck with each other for a while, we might as well make the most of it. The sex would be platonic, one we would quickly forget as soon as we step foot back in New York.

A kiss is different. More intimate. Intimate sounds dangerous with Oliver Kang. Despite the thrills I get when I engage in a dangerous activity, I wasn’t particularly interested in seeking this thrill. It was certain I’d be the one at the receiving end of the pain.

But wouldn't having sex with him have the consequences?

I shook away the conflicting thoughts and focused my attention on the man before me.

Oliver sucked in a breath, his gaze fixated on me. My chest rose and fall, my nipples strained against the tiny fabric of his shirt. I could feel my arousal dripping on the sheets.

“Fuck it!”

Oliver groaned and flipped me over so he was on top of me, his hard cock pressed on my throbbing pussy.

God! What would it take to hear the groan again?

He crashed his lips on mine, a rich velvety taste filled by mouth and I gasped. He took the opportunity and his tongue slid in, exploring every inch of my mouth with an amount of sensuality that melted away any resistance I might conjured.

“God, you don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do that.” He groaned, breaking the kiss.

He barely gave me time to recover before he captured my lips in another ferocious kiss, sucking and claiming ownership of my entire existence.

I wanted to push him off and break the kiss, but I was too far gone that I ended up wrapping my arms around his neck and deepening the kiss.

The kiss wasn’t light or awkward like most first kisses are. Oliver kissed the way he did everything else. It was calm but also aggressive, thorough, and dominating. He was so skilled that I start to doubt if this was truly his first kiss in thirty four years.

If I hadn’t witnessed firsthand what the mere touch of human does to him, I wouldn’t have believed this was his first kiss.

I tightened my hold around him, eager for more. The kiss stretched on for so long, unraveling every inch of me I didn’t even know existed. I dug my fingers into his hair, and grabbed a handful.

He let out a groan and another shot of pleasure surged in me.

I needed more of him. I wanted to feel him in every part of me. I was so high with either the alcohol still swirling inside me, or my maddening arousal. All I knew is that I needed him. Now. Everything else be damned.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him closer to him. I rubbed my juice shamelessly on his erection. I suddenly hated the barrier his pants created.

“Take off your pants.” I whispered against his lips. I didn’t care if my voice was authoritative at the time.

“Patience, little monkey.” he whispered back, his harsh breaths caressing my skin.
“We’re just getting started.”

He trailed kisses down my neck to my cleavage, his fingers swiftly unbuttoning my shirt. I tried to unhook his belt but he grabbed both my hands and pinned them firmly above me head. I groaned in protest, earning a chuckle from him. Asshole.

He raised his head and stared intensely at my naked body. I felt so hot under the scrutiny of his gaze, but I managed to keep my eyes on him. A bob worked up and down his throat and I almost went crazy, thinking about what thoughts might be swirling in his head.

He brought his free hand to me face and gently caressed my cheek, as if he was studying the features. I wanted to scream at him to let me feel him inside me. But I chose to remain calm. He was already making a lot of progress on his own by kissing him. I shouldn’t rush him.

“God, why are you so different?” he muttered.

“I want to claim you so no one else can ever come close to you. I want to cut you open and engrave myself into your bones so every part of your insides know they belong to me.”

Okay, someone’s dirty words needs work.

Strangely, his morbid desires further intensify my craving for him. I’m truly not normal.

“You’re mine, Dallas, you know that.”

He trailed his fingers to my throbbing core and gently slapped on my entrance. A moan escaped from my lips. The sound seem to fascinate him as his eyes gleamed with an undecipherable emotion.

He gave me another sharp slap, not sharp enough to hurt me, but enough to make me moan louder.
His eyes further darkened with lust. I almost begged him to stop the assault on my pussy. I was on the verge of erupting and I didn’t want that yet. Not when he still hadn’t filled me with his cock.

“Say it.” His command pierced through the sex-filled atmosphere.

Say what now? I wasn’t even paying attention to his words.

“Say that you’re mine.” he said again, his tone darker than earlier.

I thinned my lips together. There’s no way I’d say that. It would mean I accepted I to myself which I wasn’t going to do. Ever. I felt another sharp sting on my core and I let out another moan.

Oliver must have sensed the reluctance because he didn’t approach the subject again. He continued with the assault. Just when I was on the verge of releasing, he thrusts three fingers inside me at once. I let out a gasp at his sudden movement.

“Your folds are taking my fingers so well. Tell me, little monkey. Do you fantasize about me fingering you when you touch yourself?”

His fingers drove in and out of me with a maddening rhythm. I broke into uncontrollable moans. I hope the room is soundproofed, otherwise whoever is staying in the next room would have a hard time sleeping.

I could feel the orgasm slowly building inside me. I don’t know if it was from the dirty words he whispered in my ear while fucking me with his fingers, or the fact that he had my hands pinned the entire time, but I came so hard, my orgasm nearly shattering my core. It was the hardest I had ever come. My eyes became heavy with the overwhelming orgasm.

“Look at me.” Oliver said.

My eyes fluttered open and I trained my gaze on me. He dipped his fingers into his mouth and sucked my juice. The sight of it made me aroused instantly despite that I just came.

He crashed his lips on mine, kissing me with the same intensity as the first time. I tasted myself in his mouth. He pulled away and released my hands, then he got off the bed.

“Where are you going?” I asked in disbelief.

He had just made me come on his fingers and now he is leaving with a boner.

“Bathroom.”

“You-” I didn’t know what to say so I just stared at his bulging erection.

“Patience, little monkey. One thing at a time.” he said and disappeared into the bathroom.