Corporate Villainy: Trampling Protagonists as a Business Dad

"As you wish, dear."

Vincent gently introduced the tip of his cock to Olivia's eager entrance, withdrawing briefly before repeating the action, each time delving slightly deeper. Olivia's body responded in kind, her climax crashing over her like a sudden storm, drenching them both in her warm release. She was beyond control, her body a puppet to the strings of her desire.

Feeling the wet heat envelop him, Vincent paused, a soft smile playing on his lips. "You are, without a doubt, the most sensitive woman I've ever known," he murmured, his voice laced with both admiration and lust.

Olivia, however, was lost in her own world, her mind a haze of bliss, her breaths coming in ragged, desperate gasps. She barely registered Vincent's words, her focus solely on the sensation of him as he poised himself at her entrance once more, his body inching closer until he could feel her hot, panting breath on his face.

Her lips parted, her tongue unconsciously begging for a kiss. Vincent was more than happy to oblige, pressing his lips firmly against hers. Their tongues danced together in a symphony of passion, saliva leaking from the corners of their mouths as they devoured each other.

He pushed his cock further inside her, causing her to bite down on his lip in a mix of pain and pleasure. Her arms tightened around his neck, her eyes squeezing shut as she braced herself for more. Vincent waited, allowing her body to adjust to his size before thrusting his entire length into her in one swift motion.

Olivia's head jolted upwards, a cry of "Master" escaping her lips like a secret, her nails digging into the flesh of his back. Vincent groaned, the mixture of pleasure and pain driving him wild. "You're so fucking tight, Olivia," he grunted, his voice strained with desire.

He remained inside her, his shaft pulsating against her warm, velvety walls as he captured her mouth in another passionate kiss. Their saliva mixed, their breaths merged, their bodies becoming one in the dance of lovemaking.

Breaking the kiss, Vincent looked deep into her eyes as he began to grind against her, his fully erect cock moving in slow, circular motions. Olivia felt a different kind of pleasure, a deeper, more profound sensation that seemed to radiate from her very core. He gradually increased the pace, his hips moving up and down in a rhythm as old as time itself.

Olivia's moans grew louder with each thrust, reaching a crescendo as Vincent's body began to move like a well-oiled machine, his hips slapping against hers in a symphony of flesh against flesh. The sound of their lovemaking filled the room, a raw, primal melody that echoed their shared passion.

His eyes drifted to her breasts, watching as they jiggled enticingly with each thrust. Unable to resist, he bent down, his tongue licking and sucking at her hardened nipples, his cock discovering new spots inside her that drove her wild.

He felt her walls tighten around him, her body begging for release. In response, he increased his pace, his thrusts becoming more urgent, more desperate. Grabbing her waist, he pushed himself deeper into her, their bodies slick with sweat, their breaths coming in ragged gasps.

Olivia's moans grew louder, her legs wrapping around him as she felt the pressure inside her build to a boiling point. Her eyes rolled back, her body trembling with anticipation.

With one final, powerful thrust, Vincent let out a growl, his warm seed filling her womb with each pulse. Olivia followed suit, her body squirting her release all over the bed sheets as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her, leaving her a trembling, satisfied mess in the aftermath of their lovemaking.

Vincent witnessed his seed trickling from her intimate core as it pulsed in the aftermath. He leaned towards her once more, his gaze filled with a hunger that seemed insatiable. His tongue traced a languid, tantalizing path from her navel, slowly upward, each inch of skin he touched igniting with a warm flush. Olivia's breath hitched as he neared the soft swell of her breasts, her body instinctively arching towards his touch, desperate for more.

Vincent's large, skilled hands cupped her, the warmth of his palms sending shivers down her spine. He massaged her tenderly, his fingers expertly finding the delicate peaks of her nipples and teasing them into even tighter buds.

"N-No more, Master," her already sensitive body quivered at his touch.

Vincent seized her waist, and with a surprised gasp from her, seated her on his thigh. Their bodies pressed close, her perfectly shaped, soft, and pert breasts pushing against his chest, the friction causing her nipples to harden. He kissed her neck and shoulder, biting hard enough to leave marks. His hands caressed the silk nightie still draped around her waist. Olivia obediently raised her arms as he removed the last remnant of fabric, causing her to blush and reveal a hint of shyness.

Vincent's desire surged at that look, and he continued his ministrations.

"Mhmm, Master," her body rousing again as her hands began to explore his form. Then she felt something hard, hot, and wet pressing against her wet, throbbing center, and a hot breath whispered in her ear.

"Olivia, we're going for another round." She nodded absently, her vision already clouding with lust.

"Come on, Olivia, move your hips horizontally around Master's cock."

She felt embarrassed, but her body clumsily complied, moving around his shaft. Vincent held her waist gently, guiding her. His wet length lubricated further by her sticky juices.

"Good, now move your hips vertically."

"Yes, Master," she moaned, feeling pleasure from his praise and the heat beneath her.

He positioned his cock at the entrance of her wet sanctuary as she moved down. She trembled as her body gave way with the head of his shaft inside, causing her to take the full length of his cock as her hips hit his thighs. Her head jolted upwards, her body arching, and her fingers tightened on his shoulders as the sudden thrust almost made her climax.

Vincent couldn't help but chuckle at the sight. Olivia gave him a wronged look, her eyes filling with tears of embarrassment.

"Okay, don't cry. You're just so adorable. Master will reward you now," he said, firmly grabbing her hips and starting to move them up and down.

"Ahh, yes. Yes, Master." Olivia's moans grew as she became bolder from lust, cupping Vincent's cheeks and kissing his lips, still a bit clumsy.

Vincent's hands on her buttocks squeezed tighter as he also started moving his hips up and down. He increased his speed as he sucked hard on her perky breasts again.

"Hngh, Master. Master, I love you. Master." Olivia lost herself in pleasure, kissing anything her lips could find. She wrapped her legs around his waist again as he thrust their bodies at greater speed on his knees in the bed.

"I love you. I love you so much, Master." Olivia kept confessing her love as they both reached another climax.

He wrapped his arms around her in a tight embrace as she came again, her toes curling and her body shivering as she confessed her love one last time before going limp in his arms. Following her with a grunt, Vincent's body tensed as he reached his peak, releasing his hot seed deep inside Olivia once again. The intensity of the moment left them both breathless, their bodies glistening with sweat. He gently placed her back onto the bed, her body now limp and satisfied, her cheeks flushed with a rosy hue. Vincent laid down beside her, their chests heaving in unison as they both panted heavily. The room was filled with a palpable sense of peace, a calm after the storm of their desires.

"Master," Olivia moved closer, her eyes begging for his warm embrace. He chuckled and complied, letting her rest her head on his chest as his arm gently stroked her back. She absentmindedly nibbled on his chest, his collarbone, and his neck until she fell asleep with a contended smile on her face.

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