Chapter 56: Olivia’s Master 2(R18) (Skippable)
"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.