Corporate Villainy: Trampling Protagonists as a Business Dad

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Helena's heart pounded as she walked into the bedroom with Vincent, her hand firmly entwined with his. The green midi dress she wore flared around her hips, accentuating her curves, while her chestnut brown eyes darted nervously to meet his blue gaze. Vincent, dressed in dark jeans and a casual charcoal blazer, exuded a quiet confidence that both comforted and excited her.

"Helena," he murmured, pulling her closer. His voice was a low rumble, sending shivers down her spine. She felt his breath on her lips, the warmth of his body pressing against hers. Their first kiss was soft, a gentle brush of lips that deepened quickly into a passionate embrace. His hands roamed over her back, tracing the curve of her spine through the thin fabric of her dress.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered, pulling back slightly to look at her. Helena blushed, her hazelnut hair falling in soft waves around her face. "You make me feel... alive."

She hesitated, her shyness evident in her eyes. "Vincent, I... it's been a long time."

He chuckled, his thumb brushing against her cheek. "We'll take it slow. I want to explore every inch of you."

His words sent a jolt of desire through her. She nodded, her breath hitching as he leaned in to kiss her neck, his lips tracing a path of fire down to her collarbone. She gasped softly, her fingers tangling in his jet black hair.

Vincent's hands slipped down to her waist, his touch gentle yet firm. He began to unbutton her dress, his eyes never leaving hers. Helena's breath hitched again, her body tensing slightly. He hesitated, his fingers pausing on the last button.

"Helena, look at me," he said softly. She met his gaze, her chestnut eyes filled with a mix of fear and anticipation. "I want to make you feel good."

His words, so honest and raw, sent a wave of heat through her. She nodded, her body relaxing as he finished unbuttoning her dress. The fabric pooled at her feet, leaving her standing in a simple white bra and panties.

Vincent's gaze roamed over her body, his appreciation evident in his widened eyes and parted lips. He reached out, his hands cupping her breasts, his thumbs brushing against her nipples through the thin fabric of her bra. Helena gasped, her head falling back as waves of pleasure washed over her.

"Your body is incredible," he murmured, his voice filled with awe. He leaned in, his lips capturing one nipple through the bra, his teeth gently grazing against it. Helena moaned, her hands gripping his shoulders for support.

Vincent's hands moved lower, his fingers hooking into the waistband of her panties. He pulled them down slowly, his eyes never leaving hers. Helena stepped out of them, her body trembling slightly with anticipation.

Vincent's hands roamed over her curves, his touch gentle yet firm. He cupped her ass, his fingers digging into the soft flesh. Helena gasped, her body pressing against his. He smiled, his eyes filled with desire.

"You're so responsive," he murmured, his lips capturing hers in a deep kiss. His hands moved to her back, unhooking her bra with practiced ease. The fabric fell away, leaving her completely naked.

Helena's breath hitched, her body tensing slightly. Vincent smiled, his hands moving to her hips, his thumbs brushing against the sensitive skin.

He began to kiss her again, his lips moving down her body, his hands exploring every curve. Helena moaned, her body arching into his touch. She could feel the heat of his body, the roughness of his jeans against her soft skin.

Vincent's lips found her pussy, his tongue lapping at her folds. Helena gasped, her hands tangling in his hair. He looked up at her, his blue eyes filled with desire. "You taste incredible," he murmured, his voice filled with awe.

He continued to explore her with his tongue, his fingers sliding inside her. Helena moaned, her body writhing against his touch. She could feel the pleasure building, her body tensing as she got closer to the edge.

Vincent pulled back, his fingers still inside her. He looked up at her, his eyes filled with desire. "I want to feel you come around my cock," he whispered.

Helena nodded, her body aching with need. Vincent stood up, his hands quickly disposing of his clothes. Helena's gaze roamed over his body, her eyes widening at the sight of his hard cock. He smiled, his hands wrapping around her waist as he lifted her onto the bed.

He climbed onto the bed with her, his body covering hers. His cock pressed against her pussy, the heat of it sending a jolt of desire through her. He kissed her deeply, his hands roaming over her body.

"You're so wet," he murmured, his voice filled with lust. He began to thrust his cock against her pussy, the tip teasing her entrance. Helena moaned, her body arching against his.

"Please," she whispered, her voice filled with need. Vincent smiled, his cock sliding inside her slowly. Helena gasped, her body tensing slightly at the intrusion.

"You feel so tight," he murmured, his voice filled with desire. He began to move slowly, his cock sliding in and out of her. Helena moaned, her body arching against his.

He kissed her neck, her ear, her cheek, all soft and gentle. His thrusts were slow at first, careful, almost reverent. Helena wrapped her arms around his back, nails pressing into his skin, holding him close. She felt every inch of him as he slid inside, filling her in a way she hadn't felt in years. She shuddered, breath hitching, her body trembling with sensation.

Vincent pulled back to look into her eyes, his own gaze searching. "Is this okay?" His words were barely a whisper.

Helena nodded, unable to speak. Her heart beat so fast she thought it might burst. She wanted all of him, right now, forever.

He picked up the pace, still gentle, still watching her face for every reaction. Each movement sent sparks through her body. Helena's hips met his, her thighs locking around his waist. She felt raw, open, alive.

Vincent's hand found hers, fingers lacing together on the sheets, then sliding down to cradle her face. He kissed her again, slower, tongue teasing hers with practiced patience. Helena never knew you could be fucked and cherished at the same time, but now she did. The feeling swelled in her chest, unfamiliar and terrifying, but she let it blossom.

Every thrust was a question, every gasp from her an answer. She arched up into him, greedy, matching his rhythm. She wanted to keep him inside, to stay joined together, to never let go. The sensations built, her body remembering things it had forgotten, old aches replaced with fire. She moaned into his mouth, her whole self liquefying around him.

He broke the kiss to murmur her name, lips brushing her cheek. She squeezed his hand, biting down on his shoulder. He was everywhere—his breath on her skin, his heat, his weight, his cock filling her until she thought she would break. She clung to him, legs wrapped around his hips, heels locked at the small of his back. She could feel herself trembling, feel him holding her together with each careful push.

He slowed, drawing back to look at her, eyes flicking over her face like he could memorize it. His hand stroked her cheek. "You okay?" he whispered.

Helena nodded, unable to make her voice work. Her throat felt too tight, her whole body stretched and bright. Vincent kissed her again, softer this time, and shifted, rolling his hips so he filled her deeper, then withdrawing almost all the way before sliding back in. The drag and press of him lit up every nerve. Helena shuddered, her insides clenching.

She wanted more. She dug her nails into his skin, urging him to move. He obliged, picking up the pace, his thrusts longer, bolder. Helena's breath hitched. She never knew how good this could be, how the pleasure could scramble your brain, how it could sweep you up and melt you at the same time.

Vincent's hands gripped her hips, dragging her up the bed, pinning her against the wall he wanted. He set a rhythm, hard and steady, every thrust deep and deliberate. Helena gasped, a desperate noise she barely recognized as her own.

She bit her lip, feeling the strain in her thighs, the ache at her core. Her body barely remembered how to move like this, but Vincent seemed to know exactly how to coax every reaction from her. Every time his hips met hers, every time he pressed into her, she felt more alive, less brittle, more like herself than she had in years.

He dipped his head, mouth finding her breast, tongue swirling over her nipple. Heat flared through her, sharp and electric. She bucked up, helpless. He sucked, teeth just grazing, and Helena broke, the pleasure white-out blinding. She clamped around him, shaking, her hands clutching at the wall, at his back, at anything to tether her as the world slipped away. She gasped, half-sobbing, and Vincent groaned against her breast, the sound vibrating through her entire body.

He didn't slow. He thrust harder, pushing her against the wall, chasing the echoes of her climax. She felt every shudder, every aftershock—felt him swell, then pulse, and growl against her skin as he came deep inside her. His arms shook but he didn't let go, burying himself to the hilt and holding her there, close enough that she could feel his heart jackhammering through his chest.

Helena wrapped her legs around him, holding him in place. She dragged her nails down his back, marking him, needing the proof that this was real and not some dream conjured by loneliness and too much wine. She could barely breathe. Sweat slicked their bodies, stuck them together at every point of contact.

Vincent pulled out of Helena and rolled onto his back, panting heavily. She lay beside him, their chests rising and falling in unison. As they cuddled together, Vincent couldn't resist the urge to taste her once more. He gently pushed her onto her back, his lips finding her nipple once more. Helena arched her back, moaning softly as he suckled. Her fingers ran through his hair, urging him on.

"Vincent..." she whispered, her voice hoarse.

He pulled away, looking down at. "What is it?"

She bit her lip, a shy smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "I... I want to return the favor." His eyes widened in surprise, but he didn't protest.

She climbed on top of him, soft curvesbing against his hardness. She licked her lips, taking his length in her hand and guiding it to her mouth.