Oliver was pissed. Beyond pissed. He hadn't spoken a word when she called him and told him to pick her up.
The way his eyes darkened when he saw the hand prints on her neck. Why was he angry at her? Shouldn't he be angry at Maynor? She pursed her lips.
"Ow!" She winced when he applied the ointment on her neck. He still didn't say anything but he softened when he applied the next one.
"Ouch!"
"It doesn't hurt. Now stay still." The warning was clear as his jaw ticked. The ointment wouldn't hurt because the marks were superficial. She was just acting.
"But it hurts!" She protested.
"Where?" His brows furrowed.
"Here," she pointed at her heart. She sat cross-legged on his sofa while he faced her.
Oliver rolled his eyes. "I'm serious it hurts!" Kayla insisted and what Oliver did next made her eyes widen. He lowered his head and kissed the place she pointed at.
Then her raised his head, his soft lips grazing her neck. He trailed kisses all over her neck. Kayla moan softly when he sucked the nape of her neck.
"Better?" His eyes were on her but there was no distance between them anymore. She stuttered, "Ye… yes."
"Maynor will pay for touching you, Hastings. He made the biggest mistake of his life when he laid his hands on you." He narrowed his eyes and Kayla shivered.
"It's fine. His reputation will be destroyed and his wife will divorce him. He will lose everything." She said satisfied but it wasn't enough for Oliver. It wasn't.
"Let's watch a movie!" Kayla announced and Oliver sighed, placing a kiss on her forehead. He wrapped his arm around her, his chin on the crown of her head.
This was Oliver's way of saying he was 'sorry.' Kayla understood it and shifted closer to him. "You are so soft to hug. Like a big teddy bear!" she giggled and Oliver pulled away before flicking her forehead.
"Argh! I hate you so much!" Oliver's response was to crash his lips on hers. His lips were still on hers as he demanded in a breathy voice, "Say you hate me again, Hastings."
"I hate-" He kissed her again, taking possession of her mouth. He ravished her, prying her lips open to insert his tongue. He didn't stop his fight for dominance. Kayla's hand went under his shirt, tracing his toned and. Kayla grabbed the back of his neck and deepened the kiss.
Oliver found Kayla's breast and fondled. Her nipples peaked through her clothes and his finger pinched them and she made a sound that made Oliver's cock hardened.
"Oliver," she moaned into his lips and Oliver crumbled. "Fuck, Hastings!"
Hastings parted with his lips and left kisses on his Adam's Apple, his throat and when she nibbled on one side of his neck, he groaned. She smirked when she found his sensitive spot. The place she sucked had a small birth Mark that was in the shape of a moon.
Oliver maneuvered her, changing their positions. He was on top and he used one hand to hold both her hands above her head.
"Do you know what I want to do to you, Hastings?" His voice was low, dangerously low which made her core pool.
"What?" She squeezed out.
"I want to fuck you so badly but I'm not sure you can handle me." His fingers dipped under her gown, she was already wet. "You are always wet for me, Hastings. Such a good girl," he purred.
He rubbed her clit, teasing her and she was about to combust. "Please, Oliver," She panted.
"Patience, Hastings." The tip of his cock made contact with her sex and fuck she was screwed. She could tell just by looking at his pants that he was big. Very big.
"But not today, Hastings. Not today. The way I want to fuck you," His lips grazed her clit and Kayla struggled to break free from his hold.
"Let me go, Ollie. Please. I want to touch Ah!" Oliver's tongue ran over her pussy, sucking it before it moved to her thighs. The cum dripping there was on the Rose tattoo on her lap. He kissed it.
His thumb stroked her. "You want me to eat your pussy, don't you Hastings? Do you want me to make me cum as you scream my name? Isn't that what you want? Huh, Hastings?"
He was taunting and Kayla's chest heaved. He was pulling away when he reached the right spot, torturing her.
Kayla couldn't speak when he picked up the pace, rubbing circles on her clit. "Words, Hastings. I want to hear you speak or I'll stop." He warned her before licking her pussy.
"You wouldn't dare, professor." She breathed.
"Try Me, Hastings. The things I want to do to you…. I imagine me taking you from behind…" he ground against her wetness. "Oliver!"
"All those jeans you wear to class were to tempt me, wasn't it? Do you know how long I've wanted to fuck those glorious tits of yours?"
"Oliver, please! Please!"
"Please what? I want you to say it." He moved against her and Kayla trembled. "I want to cum, please! Please let me cum, professor."
Oliver ignored her pleas, enjoying how he was watching her unravel and squirm beneath him, "Then there are dreams I have of you crawling to me, taking all of me inside that filthy mouth of yours." His long finger thrusted into her and she gasped. "So many times I've dreamed of you tasting you as I fuck you on the floor, running away from me like you always do!"
Oliver's dirty talk was on another level. Fuck. Her pussy was a waterfall at this point. She was dripping on his couch and fuck it felt good.
He added three more fingers, stretching her. "You take me so well, Hastings. Fuck. I can't wait to have me inside of you. I've gone to sleep imaging how you would scream when I'm inside you." He removed his fingers when she was about to come and Kayla couldn't take it anymore.
"Oliver I want to cum. I beg you!" She cried, and then she bit his hand.
"That's it, Hastings. Bite Me." He grounded his dick against her, lifting her lips to be over his shoulder. "See how hard you make me? Feel that? Feel how you drive me crazy?" He asked through gritted teeth. He shoved three fingers into her at once and Kayla squealed, biting his hand again.
She licked his wrist, sucking them and her hips moved as he thrust in and out of her. "Ollie, fuck! This feels so fucking good!"
"You're almost there, my love. You're doing so well!" He smiled at her and her heart fluttered.
"This," Thrust, "pussy," thrust, "is," thrust, "mine." With that, Kayla came on his fingers. Her chest rose and fell evenly.
"Look at me, Hastings." He brought his finger to her lips, "Suck it like the filthy slut you are for me." She could feel herself horny. His voice did things to her. Dark things.
Kayla took the finger into her mouth, sucking it like her life depended on it, staring him dead in the eye. Her tongue licked the cum like a lollipop. "Fuck!" She felt Oliver's huge member against her. He was hard again.
"That's it, love. Eyes on me." Kayla put the other finger into her mouth, sucking both of them at the same time. Oliver let go of her hands and she yelped when he ripped the upper part of her dress.
"Oliver-"
"I'll buy you a million dresses. Now. Keep. Sucking." He ordered, removing her breasts from her bra. His lips lowered to her nipple. They were already hard and he spat on one before he swallowed it into his mouth. Kayla didn't stop suckikg his fingers and he groaned.
"Fuck, Ollie." She panted.
His tongue swirled on them. He used his hand to bring her breast deeper into his mouth.
"Ah!!! Fuck!" Kayla rolled her head back when his other hand left her mouth and traveled back to her cunt. His finger entered and it was faster, rougher.
"Oh my God, Ollie!"
"Oliver. No gods here, Hastings. I am your God, now!" He growled. "You are mine. Say it. Say that you are mine."
Kayla wasn't completely brain-dead from pleasure. "I am not yours, Oliver."
"Really?" He slapped her cunt. "Say it!"
"No!" She huffed, the sting making her drip more. Since when did she like being manhandled during sex?
"If you don't say it, you won't cum again. So say it." He kept pushing his finger in and out, and when she wanted to come, he would slap her push.
"Please, Ollie. Plea…"
"Say it and I'll let you cum. Be a good girl, Hastings?"
"Please… oh my-" She caught herself before she said, God again.
"Don't be stubborn. Just one more push and you'll be a fucking mess like the whore you are." The demonic smirk he gave her made her head spin. Fuck he was a devil sent to ruin her.
"Yes, Oliver. I'm yours." One more push and Kayla broke like a dam. "Ah!"
Oliver held her in his arms. "Such a good little slut you are for me. You are mine, Hastings. Mine." He whispered into her ears.
His. It didn't sound bad anymore. Maybe she was sleepy that's why she didn't disagree.