Corporate Villainy: Trampling Protagonists as a Business Dad Chapter 2- Wow, who is this woman (R18)

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The dual sensations of his force on her neck and his fingers brought her even closer to the brink. Her hands clutched the sheets, her body writhing beneath him as she chased the elusive peak.

Vincent withdrew his fingers, replacing them with the head of his cock. He teased her, rubbing against her clit, coating himself in her wetness. She gripped his hands, nails digging into his skin, trying to pull him inside. Her pussy already dripping wet with her love juices moved as if begging for a release.

"Fuck already, dear," she demanded, her voice husky with desire and impatience. Her breaths already laboured.

Vincent chuckled at her impatience, a hint of amusent dancing in his deep black eyes. He positioned himself at her entrance, the head of his throbbing cock nudging against her slick folds. With a slow, deliberate thrust, he entered her, the sensation of her tight, hot walls enveloping him making him groan in pleasure.

Her eyes widened as he filled her up with his big shaft, her eyes almost rolled and a cry of ecstasy escaping her lips as he bottod out inside her. He began to move, his hips rolling in a deep, rhythmic motion that sent waves of pleasure crashing over her. Each thrust drove him deeper, the sensation of being completely filled an intoxicating delight that made her want more.

Vincent’s grip on her neck tightened gently, his mouth claiming hers in a searing kiss that muffled her moans. Their bodies moved together in perfect harmony, their desire a tangible force that fueled each touch, each caress. His big cock thrusted deep inside her pussy with greater speed like a piston. The sound of flesh colliding against each other filled the room.

*Pat *Pat* *Pat*

Their desire peaked, driving them inexorably towards ecstasy. Each thrust brought them closer, their bodies intertwined in a dance of raw lust. Vincent felt her inner walls tighten around him, signaling the approach of her climax. With a deep, forceful thrust, he sent her tumbling into the abyss of pleasure, her body shuddering beneath him as she cried out in rapture.

As Vincent and the woman reached the climax of their passionate encounter, their movents beca more intense and urgent. Vincent, driven by a primal desire, wrapped his hand around the woman’s neck, applying gentle pressure. Simultaneously, Vincent sealed his lips with hers in a deep, intense kiss. This kiss not only added to the intimacy of the mont but also further restricted her airflow. The combination of the choke-hold and the kiss created a powerful mix of pleasure and controlled breathlessness.

As Vincent thrust deeply into her pussy, the intensity of the sensations overwheld both of them. The woman, caught in the throes of passion and the heightened state induced by the restricted airflow, found herself teetering on the edge of consciousness. The lack of oxygen, combined with the intense pleasure, pushed her into a state of euphoric faintness.

Eventually, the overwhelming sensations caused her to faint. Her body went limp, and she slipped into unconsciousness. Vincent kept banging until he was close to finishing. Vincent, quickly pulled his shaft out of her pussy with a *plop* sound and quickly moved upwards cumming all over her beautiful face. He didn’t know who this woman was; otherwise, he would definitely have let her taste his seed.

As Vincent returned to his senses, a twinge of regret flickered through his mind. Not for making her faint—but for not asking her na. He looked at her lying there, her chest rising and falling gently, her face a picture of serene beauty even with his release marking her skin. He reached out, brushing a strand of golden hair away from her face, a gesture that was almost tender. He has been going at it for almost an hour and his waist ached a bit.

Before he could dwell on it, a rhythmic knock ca at the door.

"Sir. You’ll want to see this. It’s urgent," ca the steady voice of David—his driver.

"Yes.... I’ll be out shortly," Vincent replied, his voice steady and composed. He glanced briefly at the woman lying beside him. Even with the original Vincent’s mories, he didn’t recognize her. He must have been drunk and ended up hooking up with her. A mistake he normally wouldn’t make.

"Oh well," he muttered to himself, tugging on his shirt. "Thanks for such a great start."

He adjusted his large shaft in his pants, feeling a lingering throb of pleasure from their encounter. As he buttoned up his shirt and smoothed his hair, he cast one last glance at the woman. She was still unconscious, her breathing steady and even. He made a ntal note to have soone check on her later, ensuring she was alright.

Stepping out of the room, he closed the door softly behind him. David stood in the hallway, his expression serious. "What is it, David?" Vincent asked, his tone calm and businesslike.

"Sir, there are so urgent things Secretary Olivia wanted you to go through," David said while handing him a file. Vincent took it without a word, flipping through the docunts as he began walking towards the car.

The sharp morning light glanced off the polished white and black vehicles waiting at the curb. Though his eyes looked like he was already working through the numbers and reports inside the folder, his mind was a chaotic ss. All the things that lead him to here went through his mind. The contents of the file according to the mories... looked routine—until David’s earlier words replayed in his mind.

"What was the urgent thing you talked about?" Vincent asked casually almost absentmindedly, not looking up. He had learned not to be shaken easily. Although he was content with his last life, he would face any challenge head-on, no matter how dangerous or personal in this life.

David’s pace slowed slightly, and his usual composure faltered for just a mont. That hesitation did not go unnoticed.

"It’s about the young master," David said, voice lower now, more careful.

Vincent stopped abruptly. His footfalls ceased, and the silence seed to press in around them. His fingers paused mid-turn of a page. For a second, he simply stood there— confused and dumbfounded.

Then, a voice louder than he intended almost involuntarily, escaped his mouth.

"Who?!"