CHAPTER 203: WHISPERED

"W-What are you doing," Olivia whispered, her voice cracking with panic, her pride fraying as the sight burned into her—Kiara’s lips glistening, her movements unhurried, confident.

Kiara pulled off with a wet smack, stroking Lor’s slick shaft with her fist, a string of saliva clinging to her lip.

"Helping," she purred, her voice dripping with delight, before swallowing him down again, deeper, her moan vibrating against him.

Lor groaned, his fingers digging into Olivia’s ass, his hips twitching against Kiara’s mouth.

The sight, the sound—the slick rhythm of Kiara’s lips, the wet heat of her suction—made Olivia’s thighs tremble, her body betraying her with every heartbeat.

"No..." she whispered, though her voice broke with need, her hazel eyes glassy as she watched, unable to look away.

Lor’s hand slid lower, his fingers finding her slit, slick and hot with arousal. He smirked against her ear, his breath warm and teasing.

"Your mouth says no," he murmured, sliding a finger along her folds, teasing her entrance, "but your body says yes."

Her back arched violently as his fingertip circled her clit, a sharp gasp tearing from her throat.

Kiara moaned low around Lor’s cock, sucking harder, as if responding to Olivia’s sound, her free hand reaching around to slide between Olivia’s thighs.

Two fingers slipped through her wetness with wicked confidence, brushing her clit with a teasing stroke that made Olivia jerk, a cry breaking free before she could bite it back.

"Ah—!"

Lor grinned, his lips brushing her neck, his tongue grazing her pulse.

"Feels good, doesn’t it?" he murmured, his finger circling her clit in slow, torturous rhythm, syncing with Kiara’s touch.

"I—shut up—!" Olivia gasped, but her hips betrayed her, grinding helplessly into their twin touches, her body trembling with unwanted need.

Kiara pulled off Lor’s cock again, stroking him fast, leaving him glistening as she leaned closer to Olivia, her breath hot against her ear.

"She’s dripping," Kiara murmured, her voice thick with wicked delight. "She’s ready."

Lor looked down at Olivia, flushed and trembling, her blouse slipping further down her arms, her bra-clad breasts heaving, her hazel eyes glassy with desire despite her furrowed brows.

"Olivia," he said softly, almost tenderly, "if you feel awkward looking at me you can get on your knees."

She froze. That was a good idea, that way she wouldn’t have to worry about the faces she made.

Her lips trembled as she obeyed, sinking slowly, shakily, to her knees before him, her blouse sliding further, baring her chest.

Lor stood tall, his cock glistening, throbbing inches from her face, Kiara’s spit shining along the shaft.

Olivia turned her head, biting her lip hard, her breath stuttering at the sight.

"Look at him," Kiara coaxed, sliding behind Olivia, her hands gripping her hips, steadying her.

"Look at how hard he is for you." Her voice was a sultry whisper, her fingers digging into Olivia’s curves, urging her forward.

Olivia forced her gaze forward, the sight of Lor’s cock—flushed, throbbing, glistening—making her breath catch.

His hazel eyes looked down at her, a mix of hunger and reverence, his grin softening.

"Good girl," he murmured, his voice low, warm.

Her cheeks burned crimson, a retort rising, but it dissolved into a gasp as Kiara’s hands slid up her sides, then to her ass, squeezing firmly.

Olivia jolted, her balance shifting forward, her face inches from Lor’s shaft.

Kiara grinned against her ear, her breath hot.

"She’s perfect," she said, her hands parting Olivia’s ass cheeks wide, exposing her glistening pussy. "Take her, Lor."

Lor’s cock throbbed at the sight—Olivia kneeling, her cheeks spread open by Kiara’s strong hands, her wet folds glistening, her pride cracking as she panted.

He stepped forward, stroking himself once, aligning the tip against her slick entrance.

Olivia gasped, her whole body shivering at the hot press of him, her hazel eyes wide with a mix of fear and need.

Lor cupped her chin, lifting her gaze to his.

"Ready?" he asked, his voice soft but charged, his thumb brushing her trembling lip.

She couldn’t speak, her throat tight, her body trembling. She only nodded, breathless, her hazel eyes locked on his, shimmering with reluctant desire.

Behind her, Kiara’s wicked smile widened, her hands spreading Olivia’s ass cheeks further, her voice a low purr. "Do it. Fill her."

Lor pressed forward, slow and steady, the tip of his cock parting her wet folds, sliding into her tight, wet heat which cling to him immediately, tight.

"Ahn!" Olivia’s breath hitched, a soft moan breaking free as he sank deeper, her body yielding to him, her pride drowned in the fire of their shared desire.

Her hazel eyes flashed up at him, a fleeting attempt at dignity, but her flushed cheeks and parted lips betrayed her, her body yielding to the fire he stoked.

"Gods—" Lor hissed through his teeth, the slick grip around him almost overwhelming, his cock throbbing as her warmth enveloped him.

Olivia bit her lip hard, stifling a gasp, but it slipped out, sharp and high, echoing in the quiet room.

Her hands clawed at the floor, nails scraping wood, her pride warring with the pleasure sparking through her.

Kiara, crouched behind her, leaned in closer, her black hair spilling over Olivia’s pale back like ink, her fingers spreading Olivia’s ass cheeks wider, exposing her puckered hole.

"Mmm, look at you," Kiara purred, her icy-blue eyes gleaming as she met Lor’s gaze over Olivia’s shoulder. "Cold little Olivia, squeezing him so hard already. You’re letting him in deep, aren’t you?"

"I—shut up—" Olivia whispered, her voice shivering, but another moan tore free as Lor pushed another inch inside, his cock gliding against her slick walls, stretching her with slow, relentless pressure.

Her thighs quaked, her breasts bouncing with the force, her blouse slipping further down her shoulder, baring more pale skin.

Lor’s breath hitched, his hips rolling slowly as he sank deeper, the wet heat of her pussy pulling him in, overwhelming his senses.

He grabbed her waist, fingers digging into her soft curves, steadying her as he buried himself to the hilt.