Before being intimate with Amelia, Oliver had many girlfriends, and he had been with almost all of them. However, the feelings they gave Oliver were far from as intense as Amelia's, especially in terms of making love. Amelia truly had a unique advantage in this regard.
As Oliver's penis entered, he did not immediately thrust but instead temporarily stopped moving, staying inside Amelia's vagina, constantly feeling the pleasurable pressure from within.
After a brief pause, Oliver began to slowly thrust, his penis moving in and out of Amelia's wet vagina. In no time, the sound of their sexual union filled the bedroom.
“Ah... ah...” accompanied by Amelia's unrestrained moans.
Men who frequently engage in sex know that a woman's moans are both affirmation and encouragement to men. Some women who are often intimate tend to work on their moaning to please men to the fullest.
Men who frequent the company of women also know that women's moans vary; each woman has her own characteristic sound. Some moans are like the singing of a canary, ethereal and melodious, while others are like the call of a mountain bluebird, distant and profound.
Some moans are merely muffled, and there are even women who don't moan at all.
Undoubtedly, for men, the first two types are desirable, and the latter two are detestable.
Fortunately, Amelia was excellent in this regard; her moans combined the descriptions of the first two types, giving Oliver unprecedented motivation.
“Oliver... ah... you... you must have been holding back, haven't you?”
Listening to Amelia's melodious moans, Oliver couldn't help but increase the speed of his thrusts, in and out, each time going deep and then withdrawing completely.
The feeling Amelia's vagina gave him was incredibly comfortable, like a drug.
“Right... it's been a long time since you've been fucked, hasn't it? I'll fuck you to death!”
Oliver was not polite and fully expressed his pleasure with vulgar language.
While thrusting, Oliver focused on the white, swaying breasts in front of him.
As he thrust vigorously, Amelia's arms were on the bed, her red hands tightly gripping the sheets, and her 36D breasts shimmered like two water-filled balloons swaying.
Seeing this scene, Oliver felt parched and couldn't help but reach out and firmly grasp the swaying breasts. The moment he touched them, the smoothness of her breasts was too much for his palms to hold, so he had to spread his fingers and hold some of the flesh within.
The room echoed with the sounds of Oliver and Amelia making love.
“Slap slap slap... ”
The intense sound of their union reverberated throughout the room as Oliver pressed Amelia down and fucked her wildly.
The penis inside Amelia clearly felt the squeeze and contraction of her vaginal walls, and at the same time, waves of heat rushed from deep within her womb, stimulating Oliver's glans and penis.
Amelia... had an orgasm!
Oliver's back was already covered with scratches from Amelia, her counterattack.
It wasn't until the latter half of the night that Oliver finally stopped.
The next day, Amelia woke up in pain, her body covered with the marks of Oliver's frenzy from the night before.
The culprit, Oliver, was long gone, presumably to the office. Amelia struggled to get up, as she had promised Zoe to start her new job today and began to prepare her clothes for her first day at work.
On the first day at work, she wanted to make a good impression on her colleagues.
Amelia applied medicine to herself and then took a taxi to Zoe's studio.
Located in the city center, not far from Oliver's company, Amelia thought of Oliver's madness last night, and she became angry.
Oliver sat in his office, calling the butler at home to inquire about Amelia's whereabouts.
“Report young master, Miss Amelia left after breakfast today, but she didn't tell me where she was going.”
“Alright, I understand.”
Oliver hung up the phone, not bothering to think about where Amelia had gone. She couldn't have run away; it seemed he hadn't been rough enough last night, as Amelia still had the strength to go out.
On the other side, Amelia arrived at the studio entrance and called Zoe.
“Hi, Zoe, I'm here.”
“You're here, I'll come out to meet you now.”
After hanging up, Zoe walked out of her office and announced to everyone:
“Everyone, put your work on hold for a moment. I have an announcement. Our studio is welcoming a new designer today. Let's all get along and make progress together.”
The new blood was very welcome, and everyone clapped sincerely.
Amelia, outside the door, had mentally prepared herself, hoping that this work experience would go smoothly.
Zoe led Amelia in and introduced her to the studio members one by one.
Everyone was very friendly to the new designer; after all, who would be unkind to a young and beautiful designer?
Perhaps blessed by heaven, Amelia received a big order on her first day at work.
It was a bride-to-be who wanted to order a wedding dress and evening gown. Amelia had taken such orders before, so she was not overwhelmed.
Unexpectedly, the client was Chloe!
Chloe's daily thoughts were all on Oliver, and she naturally paid more attention to anyone who might threaten her.
Amelia was the number one dangerous person.
“What are your requirements, miss?”
Amelia, with her professional ethics, smiled and asked.
“Who are you? What qualifications do you have to talk to me?!”
Chloe's arrogant face was feigning ignorance.
Zoe stepped in to mediate, “Miss Chloe, Amelia is our designer and is absolutely capable of designing a wedding dress and evening gown that will satisfy you.”
“Fine, if I'm not satisfied, I'll hold you responsible!”
Such a difficult attitude continued until the service ended. Amelia never lost her temper, adhering to the principle that the customer is God. Even though Chloe made unreasonable demands, her professional quality allowed her to maintain a smile throughout.
Seeing that Amelia did not show the angry reaction she wanted, Chloe could only leave angrily.
On her way out, she made a threat again.
“Miss Amelia, since you've taken on this matter, you must satisfy me. Oh, and when my husband and I get married, you must come.”
For the last sentence, Chloe's provocative expression on her face was not concealed at all; she did it on purpose for Amelia to see.
Amelia, expressionless, saw off the client and turned to see Zoe looking at her sympathetically.
“Honey, this customer is not easy to deal with, but she specifically asked for you to take this order, and I have no choice.”
Amelia said it was okay, and she would handle it.
In fact, she was already worried. Chloe would definitely use this opportunity to trip her up, and with her relationship with Oliver as it was, Amelia would not receive any favors; Oliver might even side with Chloe.
Back at her workstation, Amelia began to work on the initial design drafts.
Everything is difficult at the beginning. Why does it feel like her head is empty now? Thinking about Chloe marrying Oliver made her feel uncomfortable.
While she was agitated, her phone screen lit up, and an incoming call came in. Seeing that it was a strange number, Amelia didn't want to answer it.
But she accidentally answered it and was about to hang up when a familiar voice came from the phone.
“You little bastard, dare to change your phone number?! Don't think that I can't find you just because of this! You can't get rid of me!”
It was the voice of her scumbag father, Zachary Hale. Judging by the time, it was about time for him to be released from prison.
This scum of society should have been reformed for life, but now he suddenly appeared, adding to her troubles.
“What do you want?”
“It's simple, give me money.”
“You might be a man, but legally, I have a duty to support you, limited to providing you with a basic living allowance each month. Anything else, don't even think about it.”
“Dare you! You must give me money! Give me half a million, or you care about that old woman, right? Do you think I'll let her go? You can't run either!”
Touching her bottom line, Amelia raised her voice:
“Don't push your luck! If you dare touch my grandmother!”
“Let's see if I dare! If you don't give me money, I'll make you and that old woman pay!”
Without another word, Zachary Hale hung up the phone; he was capable of doing such rotten things.
Amelia was already in a bad mood, and now Zachary was pouring oil on the fire, making her even more annoyed.
She might as well leave work early and go back to the villa to think about how to solve this problem.
Back at the villa, the butler greeted her.
“Miss Amelia, welcome home. Are you hungry? There's still some time before dinner. Would you like some snacks to tide you over?”
“No, I'm not hungry.”
She went upstairs, and Oliver appeared on the stairs.
She was in no mood to deal with why Oliver was at home at this time; she had a lot on her mind.
Such a worried expression made Oliver think that she was upset about hearing that Chloe was going to marry him.
Oliver, in a great mood, came forward and taunted:
“Why so down?”
Amelia didn't want to talk; her facial expression said it all.
“I'm going to marry Chloe, you must be happy, right? Now you're pretending to be upset, and you'll have a chance to mess with other men.”
Amelia felt wronged and, following his words, mocked herself:
“I'm already like this, who am I to provoke others?”
Oliver was satisfied with this answer.
“Good that you know your place.”