Vivian's POV
Throughout their relationship, Bryce had called her many awful things. But even with that, in the quiet of her mind, Vivian had always consoled herself
with the fact that she was a well-mannered lady. That she did not do and say vulgar things especially in public.
But now, that assessment of herself was being thrown out the window.
There was absolutely nothing ladylike about being in a restroom with a guy that she'd just met about to get the brains fucked out of her.
In that current moment, Vivian was being dominated, and was loving every second of it.
From the word 'go' it had been all fireworks. There had been no chaste kissing. No shy meeting of the lips to get to know each other.
Ryan Terrell had just pulled her close, started kissing her like they were at war, and the rest was history.
Right now, all that she was trying to do was survive, her tongue moving against his, as he sought to explore every inch of her mouth, with a single minded determination, not even allowing her to come up for air.
When he finally let her go, both of them panting harshly, Vivian found herself sliding downwards, too dizzy to stand.
She ended up on her knees before him in a position eerily similar to how they'd met just a few hours before.
"If you're not intending to do anything, stop teasing and come back up here,"
Ryan sounded as wrecked as she felt.
Staring at his groin, Vivian weighed her options.
If she stood back up, there was a chance that the man would kiss her to death.
Licking her kiss swollen lips, she chose the lesser of two evils.
With trembling hands, she reached up, and undid his belt, gently lowering his zip and pulling his pants down, revealing the treasure that lay hidden there.
The moment that his dick came into view, Vivian could not help but gulp.
She'd thought she was choosing the lesser of two evils. But it appeared she'd made a mistake.
How on earth did this man just walk around, with a weapon of mass destruction in his pants without anyone trying to call him to order? The situation needed to be rectified, and she was just the woman to do it. Swallowing
one more time, Vivian finally moved, first she buried her nose, in the soft curls at his
base.
Instantly loving the scent that she got there, something warm and smoky, combined with a scent that was distinctly Ryan Terrell.
After nosing the curls for a few seconds, she turned to the side, and began peppering his length with chaste kisses, moving over the strong vein there, the gentle pressure making the man moan.
When she made it to the tip, Vivian cast aside all of that chasteness and
licked at the head, loving the taste of the precum that she found there. Then, not wasting any more time, she opened her mouth wide and took him all the way in, or at least she tried to. The man was just too big, not one to be derailed however. She used her hand where her mouth could not reach. Setting a rhythm of jerking and sucking, that had Ryan Terrell snapping his hips involuntarily. His hands coming down to grip her hair roughly. Instead of fighting against being used like that, Vivian merely relaxed her jaw, letting him have his way.
Just as he was getting too pumped up, she switched up on him. No longer being just the hole for him to use, Vivian hollowed her cheeks, then she let out a moan, that she knew when right through his dick. He grunted then, his rhythm faltering,and she gave in to temptation and did something that she had always wondered about.
Her mouth still sucking on his cock, one hand around the shaft, the other fondling his balls, Vivian added just a hint of teeth. Gliding them over the silken warmth of his dick.
The reaction was instantaneous.
Ryan jerked, making a sound like she'd just punched all of the air out of him. A few seconds later, his pace picked up, a desperate edge to it, and she just knew he was close.
Instead of letting him finish in her mouth, she pulled back with a wet plop. Smiling toothily, when all that the man could do was look down at her and frown. The blue of his eyes almost completely gone, his pupils, blown wide by lust.
Oh goodness, that had no right to look as hot as it did.
The entire time she'd been working on him. Vivian had been feeling herself grow wet, but she had not tended to her needs in an effort to make sure that his were met. Now she wanted something for herself.
"Do you have protection?" She asked him.
After blinking rapidly like his mind was struggling to process, Ryan nodded. Then he reached into his pocket, pulled out a wrapper and gave it to her.
Grabbing it, Vivian opened it with her teeth, then she used both hands to roll it on. That done, she finally stood, pulling down her underwear until it hung on just one leg. Then she lifted up her dress and leaned forward.
For once she did not care about the stretch marks on each butt cheek.
All that she wanted was Ryan Terrell in her, wiggling her butt, in a way she hoped was enticing. Vivian threw him a look over her shoulder.
"Go ahead, big man. Rock my world," With that, she rested her forehead against the door, waiting for the man to start. There would be a bit of pain, that much she knew. There was always pain.
But instead of feeling the head of his cock pressing into her, there was a rustle of fabric. And the next thing she knew there was warm breath against her privates.
"Ryan, what are you-" Whatever she would have said after that, completely evaporated from her mind, and all she could do was cry out as Ryan's mouth settled over her pussy.
***
Vivian had made a mistake. She had followed a man she barely knew into a restroom… and now she was going to die.
It would not even be a regular death. She was going to die in the most amazingly possible way. How many women in the afterlife would get to
boast that they died from being tongue fucked so good by a man that they saw stars?
Vivian was of the mind that she would be the only one, and she was not exaggerating. With Ryan's mouth having latched on to her pussy and immediately started doing unthinkable things to her, Vivian was no longer just wet…She was leaking.
The man's tongue coaxing the clear nectar out of her, in quantities that were truly alarming. Sometimes he sucked at her clit, and when he let it go, he'd flick it teasingly with the tip of his tongue. Making her scrabble for purchase against the wooden door and whimper when she found none. Before she could even recover from that he'd be spearing his tongue into her, and licking her insides. His tongue's movements a siren song that made her entire body quiver.
Were it just his tongue alone perhaps she would have been less of a mess. But it was not. When it wasn't his tongue, his fingers were in there.
At first it had been just one, moving around curiously. Then there were two. Now she was taking three with no problem, and they were rubbing against something deep within. That made tears flow down Vivian's face, as she found herself standing on her tiptoes, pleasure threatening to overwhelm her.
"Ryan…I…Ryan… mmm," She had no idea whether she was intending to ask him
to stop or to go harder. But in the end Vivian decided it did not matter. Ryan was the expert on what her pussy needed.
So all she had to do was let go and let the man do his job. And so Vivian floated
going higher and higher like a feather being carried towards the clouds by gentle gust of wind.
Then out of nowhere she was no longer floating. Instead she was crashing down to the ground.
Her pussy clenching on air, Ryan's fingers as well as his marvelous tongue completely gone. It took a few gasps of air for her to get herself under control.
Too out of it to raise her head from where it was currently resting against the door. She spoke to him without even turning to face him.
"Ryan Terrell, get back down there, finish me off or so help me, I will wrestle you to the
ground, sit on your face and ride you until you suffocate to death," The threat was delivered
softly, but Vivian meant every word.
Instead of being terrified like a man in his position should be Ryan merely laughed. The next thing she knew, there was something at her entrance.
It was not his fingers, it was far too thick for that. Without a word, Ryan Terrell breached her, the head of his cock, slipping in. Her walls stretching to accommodate him like he belonged there, like his dick was the rightful owner of her cunt.
***
"You were saying?" The man sounded so very smug and Vivian wanted to reply sharply. But she was far too busy taking in inch by delectable inch of his dick as he slowly thrust into her. Pulling out a bit and then feeding more of his length into her.
'What was this?' Her mind thought feverishly? There was no pain! Only an unyielding sort of pleasure that was threatening to ruin her.
Uncaring that he was ruining her for others, Ryan just kept going deeper and deeper. And she kept taking more of him like it was nothing. The friction against her walls was heavenly, it made her eyes roll back.
Who was this man? What was he made of? She was still trying to figure that out when Ryan finally got all the way in. Making her whimper as he settled his weight against her back, his hands coming around to grab at her breasts, his fingers squeezing experimentally.
"Oh, they're natural," He said, pulling out half way and then thrusting back in, his grip on her breasts intensifying.
"So soft and bouncy," He mouthed against the back of her neck, sounding absolutely stunned.
Somehow that made Vivian blush harder than the fact that the two of them were currently connected by their most intimate parts. Letting go of her boobs with a regretful squeeze, Ryan's hands went down to her thighs and the man began to move. His pace slow and steady, making
her feel every inch of him as he thrust in and out.
Over and over he pumped into her, his hips snapping forward. Vivian found herself chasing that pleasure, moving back to meet each thrust and clenching tightly every time he left, wanting to keep him in her forever and ever.
"What are you?" Ryan ground out from behind her? And she could not help but let out a breathy laugh.
"Funny, I was just about to ask you the same thing," She said, only to whimper when he hit her with a particularly brutal thrust that made her legs shake, and her breasts bounce wildly.
After that there was no room for words… only action. There was only the smooth glide of him sliding ibto her, and the wonderful friction that had her forgetting her name at times.
He reached places in her that she'd never known existed. And was so deep within her, Vivian almost felt like she could feel his heart beating in his dick.
By the time that the slow and steady pace gave way to something more frantic, more wild, she was too far gone to care.
And it only took a few more of those frantic thrusts for her to go over the edge. Clenching so tight around him that she felt every twitch of his member as Ryan came too.
The man going boneless against her back, forcing her to widen her stance even more to support them both. His arms coming up to gently play with their breasts. His thumbs flicking at her taut nipples, his breath warm as he panted, face buried in the crook of her neck.
When he began to soften within her, she felt it. But she still let out a mournful sound when Ryan slipped out of her. The obscene squelch that followed their parting, making her believe that her pussy was crying out for his dick as well.
It was only after he was completely gone from her, that the reality of what she had just done finally
sank in for her.
Oh, she'd just had sex with a billionaire.