I watched Olivia's face as she finished talking.
"I got the news" Olivia said looking at me, "Sarah have told me, but money was still tight."
Her voice got small and shaky.
"Ragnar... can I please get my advance salary? Just for now. I'll work extra later, I swear I'll pay back every day I miss."
I leaned back against the counter, arms crossed.
"You know you put me in a difficult spot, Olivia. I can't play favorites. The others would talk."
Her eyes lifted fast, full of hope. "Then... is there a way?"
I reached down, pulled my cock out, and slapped it lightly against her cheek.
The sound was soft but clear in the quiet room.
"We'll have sex. Right now. That's the way."
Her milf eyes went wide—fear and excitement mixing together so hard I could see her pupils shake.
She swallowed, lips parted, breathing quick.
I turned my head toward Sarah and Taria standing nearby.
"You two chat. Introduce yourselves properly. Get comfortable."
I gave them a nod. "I'll take this milf upstairs and show her heaven."
Sarah gave a small nod, cheeks pink.
Taria grinned wide, winked at me, and said, "Have fun, boss."
I wrapped my arms around Olivia's waist, lifted her easy, and carried her up the stairs.
She clung to my shoulders, legs dangling, breathing fast against my neck.
Inside the bedroom I dropped her gently on the bed.
"Finally," I said low, "I'm going to tease a married milf pussy."
I focused for a second and made my cock grow longer—twelve solid inches now. Thick too.
Olivia's eyes locked on it. "That's... quite large."
I didn't wait. I yanked her clothes off fast—dress, bra, panties all gone in seconds.
Naked, her soft curves spilled out, heavy tits, wide hips, that little belly from being a mom.
I pushed her thighs apart and climbed between them in missionary.
My fingers sank deep into the plump flesh of her legs as I lined up and pushed inside.
She gasped loud, back arching. "Oh gods—Ragnar—it's so big—stretching me—"
I started thrusting steady, deep, watching her face twist with pleasure and a little pain.
Her nails scratched my arms.
"You're so thick... filling me completely... no one ever... ahh... like this..."
I kept going harder until the pressure built and I came, pumping deep inside her while she moaned my name over and over.
I pulled out, flipped her on her side, lifted one of her thick legs up against my chest, and slid back in from behind in a half-spoon.
Her pussy was soaked now, gripping me tight.
"Yes—yes—Ragnar your cock is perfect—hits so deep—I'm shaking—"
She kept praising, voice breaking every time I bottomed out.
I fucked her like that until I came again, flooding her while she trembled and whimpered.
Still hard, I picked her up completely—her legs wrapped around my waist—and carried her to the tall mirror by the wall.
I turned her so we both faced it, her back to my chest, and lowered her down onto my cock while standing.
She watched in the mirror as I impaled her, her tits bouncing with every thrust.
"Look at us—look how you take me—married pussy stretched around my dick—"
"Oh Ragnar—it's too much—too good—your cock owns me—I'm yours—"
Her words turned into broken cries.
I fucked her standing like that until the third load shot deep, her whole body jerking as she came hard with me.
Her eyes rolled back. Legs went limp.
She passed out in my arms, head lolling against my shoulder.
I carried her back to the bed, laid her down gently, pulled the sheet over her naked body, and went downstairs.
Sarah and Taria were still talking on the couch, voices low.
I cleared my throat. "Olivia lost consciousness upstairs. When her daughter comes, give her the advance salary."
Sarah nodded quick. "Of course."
I stopped, smirked a little. "And Sarah? Notify me when the daughter arrives. I want to have a short conversation with her."
She swallowed, nodded again.
I looked at Taria next. "You'll stay here for a while. Until Lila finishes preparing my new house."
She shrugged, big shoulders rolling. "I'll stay anywhere your dick is."
Sarah stood up suddenly. "It's time to cook dinner."
I stepped close as she passed, slapped her ass hard enough to make it jiggle.
She yelped softly, then hurried to the kitchen, cheeks red.
I grabbed Taria by the waist, lifted her, and sat down on the wide chair with her straddling my lap.
I slid back inside her wet heat and started slow thrusts while we waited.
She rocked her hips, moaning low against my ear. "Keep fucking me just like this..."
Dinner came. Sarah called us over.
We ate together—simple food, quiet talk, stolen touches under the table.
Afterward we all went upstairs.
Olivia was still out, breathing slow.
We climbed into the big bed together—Sarah on one side, Taria on the other, me in the middle.
Bodies pressed close, warm skin everywhere.
We slept like that, tangled up, until morning.