Chapter 2 (18+)

“At first, he turned me on and left me craving for him. Then he goes and has sex with her! I’m not going to let him touch me again or turn me on. I won't allow myself to look like a fool anymore.” 

Even though Isabella decided not to think of Oliver, yet she couldn’t take his thoughts out of her mind. The rest of the night the moment kept replaying in her mind and all she knew was she needed him and all of him. 

“I won't stop until I get him and right now I don't care about my mom.” Isabella sounded determined. 

She was not ready to step back as according to her, Saanchi didn’t care about her and her late father. So, she was not going to think of her mother either. 

“Also who’s gonna tell her? Clearly Oliver wants the same. What she doesn't know won't hurt her, right? Wow! I might sound like a horrible child. But well, I can’t help it.  I literally need him inside me or I will go crazy.” 

Isabella could see her reflection into the mirror placed right in front of her bed. She was panting heavily as she looked at herself. She rolled her top up and flushed more, seeing her nipples on full display. She only hoped Oliver was there to see her. 

She rolled one nipple between her fingers. "Fuck!" She gasped, feeling a chill rushing through her body.

Her pussy was slicked wet at the thought of the human who had put her in this situation in the first place, innocently having the time of his life while she dealt with him. With the image of Oliver in her head, she quickly discarded her top, exposing her luscious breast and flat tummy. Her throat went dry as she imagined it was Oliver's warm tongue on her nipple.

Isabella shut her eyes, groaning softly when she pinched her rosy buds hard. Her boobs were her sensitive part as well. Her pussy dripped at the action. She rubbed her legs together, hoping for some friction. She opened the button of her shorts and let them fall, exposing her throbbing cunt. 

She ran a finger up her slit and let out a loud sigh as her fingers traced her clit. Her eyes were shut tightly and her head fell back at the burst of sensations she felt.

“Urghhh… Ahhh… Fuck…” Her fingers rubbed vigorously on her sensitive clit. “Fuck! Oliver! Uhhh!” She imagined Oliver with her with his tongue on her juicy pussy, sucking all her cum as she neared her climax. “Fuck! Oh my God! Oliver! Ahh!” Her fingers moved even faster and harder. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Oliver! Ahh! Oliver!” She screamed.

Isabella’s mind tried to imagine what Oliver would look like underneath those clothes and she imagined it was those solid and firm hands pushing into her like they wanted to take her to the heavens.

“Yes! Oliver! Ahh! Fuck me harder…. Fuck me, daddy! Just like that… Ahh… Fuck! Urghh…” She whimpered, feeling close to the edge.

She pinched her nipple and clit simultaneously as she came furiously with a loud moan escaping her throat. It had to be the best orgasm she had in a long time. 

“Shit!” 

She rubbed down her chest leisurely as she was still breathing heavily due to the orgasm. She smiled to herself and worked on pacing her breathing.

Isabella’s eyes flew open at the creaking sound of the room's door. She almost screamed in surprise, pressing her legs together and hiding her breasts behind her folded arms. A cold shiver ran down her spine.

“Fuck!” 

She forgot to close the door! Oliver was standing right before her in front of the door. He stepped inside and shut the door behind him and locked themselves inside the room. 

“How long had he been here? Did he hear me? Everything? Damn!” Isabella thought in mind before speaking up. “What are you doing here in my room at this hour?” She stuttered, avoiding his gaze.

Isabella had never been the shy type of girl who would be shy away from her sexual desires or needs. But at that moment, she was curled up naked in front of the man whose name she just used for an orgasm. 

Oliver’s eyes darkened as he took a glance at her keenly. “It’s tempting how you take my name, babygirl.” A husky whisper came out of his lips. "Repeat it!" He commanded.

Her pussy moistened all over again at the commanding sound of his voice. He still stood near the door, looking at her in a determined way. His dark eyes told exactly what he wanted to do next. It was absolutely what Isabella wanted. But he was making her wait and she craved it. 

Isabella’s hands relaxed a bit around her breasts and she could see the change in his posture on seeing her perky breasts as it was completely naked. 

“Take my name, babygirl! The way you took it a few moments ago.” He whispered. 

His fingers curled into a fist as if he was trying to hold himself back but she didn’t want him to. She wanted him near her, inside her, kissing me, nibbling on her skin, touching her and then fucking her senseless. She needed him, all of him. If he needed her to take his name to lose his control, then she was more than willing to do so. She surely wanted him to lose that control, then fuck her. She 

Isabella looked into Oliver’s eyes and bit her lips sensually, trying to provoke him more. Then she called out his name. “Oliver…” 

He gulped hard and she noticed the bulge in his trousers. Isabella gulped as well, wondering how long and thick his member would be. She also wondered how it would feel in her mouth. She felt butterflies in her stomach. 

“Why is he still standing so far away?” She wanted to groan in frustration. “God! He is so fucking hot. She checked out every single tattoo on his body.” Isabella licked her lower lip, feeling it had dried. “I can’t wait anymore. I need to seduce him. He must want me.”

She moved down from the bed and stood right in front of Oliver. She sat down on her knees and slowly pulled his trousers down along with his boxers enough to let his boxer jump out. Isabella gulped audibly. 

He was too long and thick!

Isabella gently wrapped her fingers around his shaft and it was not even hard yet. She stroked it a few times and then took it in her mouth. Oliver shivered a little. She paused for a second before she continued his job once again. She gave him a blowjob, pleasuring both of them. 

Oliver arched his back and groaned. She smirked and started sucking in harder. 

“Fuck, Bella! God!” 

He grabbed her hair and pushed her more into himself. He surely wanted him more. She pulled up a little, only to suck it like crazy. He thrust his hip up and down a little, letting her pleasure him. She knew he was completely seduced. She played with his balls while still giving him a blowjob. 

“Ohh… I’m close…. Bella… Ahh… Fuckk…” Oliver mumbled and she smirked, going faster. 

Isabella gave a last blow and he arched his back, cumming into her mouth. She swallowed and stepped back. 

“Do you realize I’m married to your mother?” Oliver mumbled once he got his breath back. 

“If I cared, I wouldn’t have sucked your dick, daddy. And I’m sure you didn’t love her either. If you had, then you wouldn’t have let me do so and come here at this hour.” Isabella smirked. 

She noticed a smirk craving on Oliver’s lips. He held her shoulder, forcing her to stand up, then he pushed her on the bed. Their eyes were locked with each other, filled with ultimate desire. 

“Spread your legs for me, babygirl. I want to see all of you.” He commanded, firmly holding her thighs. 

Isabella looked back at him. He glanced at her as if she was his prey, taking his own sweet time to scout her before tearing her apart. He enjoyed the way her body reacted to his every single touch. His every single step was only increasing her anticipation. 

“I hope you’re not a minor, babygirl? I don’t wish to make two sins together.” Oliver asked with a smirk. 

“Do I look that small to him?” Isabella thought in mind. But she only nodded no in response. “I’m 18.” 

“Perfect!” That was all he said before pulling her near him, holding her feet and crushing his lips with hers. 

Isabella sighed in pleasure, tracing his fingers over her bare skin and he stopped reaching her waist and gripped the place tightly.  But she was too lost to feel anything else. 

“He tasted even better than I had imagined him to. He tasted like honey dipped in alcohol. Refreshing yet intoxicating.” She moaned in pleasure with this thought. 

Isabella’s hands slowly found his neck and wrapped them there. Oliver continued to kiss her slowly, taking his precious time. His tongue ran across her lower lip, seeking entrance into her mouth. She obliged immediately, shivering when his tongue touched hers.

“Oliver is still a stranger to me. But how can a stranger like him make me feel this way?” She arched her back with this thought crossing her mind. 

After breaking the kiss, his mouth trailed down to her neck and nibbled the spot. She gripped his hair tightly, pushing him more into her. She struggled to breathe properly. She was sure that Oliver was well aware of her state, yet he decided to continue his torture. Isabella was a mess as he licked her neck.

Oliver kissed and bit her earlobe. “I haven’t even touched you properly and you’re already so yet, babygirl.” His hands grabbed her ass and he slapped one of the ass cheeks.

Isabella arched her moan and let out a mon. She was completely turned on by his words and his husky voice. She stared at him with lust filled eyes. Her cunt was dripping wet. She was surely a needy girl and she didn’t shy away from showing it to him. 

Oliver smirked and then she felt the mattress dipping under his weight as he kneeled down between her legs. He bent down and kissed and sucked all over her chest and stomach. His tongue was teasing her belly button while his fingers were busy pinching her nipples. 

“Fuck! Ahh…” Isabella shivered, moaning his name. 

“You’re so alluring, babygirl.” He bit one of her nipples hard, making her moan louder. “And fucking sensitive too.” Then he bit the other nipple as well. She moaned the same way once again. 

She was breathing heavily as she felt his lips go lower. He took a deep breath when he nested his head between her thighs, blowing hot air on her pussy. He licked her cunt, causing her to moan in need. 

“You’re such a needy slut, babygirl! All wet and dripping for me.” His voice was husky and lazy. 

Oliver lifted her legs over his shoulders and slapped her cunt lightly. His hands went up to knead her boobs tightly and pinched and pulled her already erect nipples. 

Isabella almost jumped when his tongue found its way into her cunt. “Ahh… Mann… Oliverkk… Fuckk… Ye… Yesss…. Justtt…. Just likeee thattt… Ahhh…. Ummmm….” She cried in pleasure with her eyes shut tight

“You like that?” He replaced his tongue with his two fingers, pumping hard into her pussy. “Do you want more?” 

She barely managed to nod her head positively. 

“That’s like a good babygirl. Ride those fingers like you own them. You’re so fucking beautiful.”

Oliver’s lips wrapped around her pink nipple, sucking it hard while Isabella clutched his hair tightly, pushing him more into herself, arching her back, trying to handle the sensation. Her eyes were rolled back and she felt another orgasm building into her. 

She screamed as she felt she was nearing the climax. “Fuck, Oliver!” She held him more tightly and her nail scratched his back. Soon she came screaming his name. 

Oliver had licked her clean. She felt hot. Isabella clutched the bedsheet in a tight grip. He managed to give her such an intense orgasm even without having a proper sex. She tried to take off his pants. But Oliver stopped her and pinned her hands over her head, looking directly into her eyes. 

“Who said I’m done with you already?” Oliver questioned with a deadly smirk on his face.