Vivian's POV
For the record, Vivian wanted it to be known that she was normally somebody who behaved in a very respectable manner.
She was a teacher after all. She had a standard to uphold, but somehow all of that self-respect and the standards that she often wanted to guide her through life, turned to dust whenever she was in close proximity to one Ryan Terrell.
That was why she was currently bent over in a restaurant stall with Ryan Terrell gliding in an out of her so good she wanted to tattoo her name on his dick.
Vivian's property, it would say.
The man's cock pushing back in, his finger rubbing at her nub as he did so, chased the thought out of Vivian's mind, and she let it go without a struggle.
Focusing instead on the feel of being so deliciously full, she felt as though she were about to burst. Desperate for release, she pushed back against him.
"Harder, harder!" She whisper yelled. But Ryan was not having it, instead of obeying her, the man pushed himself all the way in and just stayed there. His dick filling her up but refusing to give her the wonderful friction that she craved.
"Please don't stop," Vivian begged not even caring that she was whimpering. She had missed him so, so much and now that she finally had his dick in her.
She felt as though if she did not come soon, her whole world would fall apart. Ryan not understanding her urgency, merely began to thrust in and out of her slowly, barely moving his hips at all.
"If I pick up the pace, do you promise me that you will be silent?"
Ryan asked, setting her up for failure by pulling all the way out and then thrusting back in without giving her any warning. The cry that Vivian gave was not silent at all, and when Ryan pulled her up, plastering her back against his front with the two of them still joined, Vivian went like a puppet with its strings cut.
"See what I mean, gorgeous. The way you are now, I can't just give it all to you. You wouldn't be able to take it and stay quiet,"
'I won't, I won't make noise,' Vivian wanted to cry, but all that came out was another whimper.
"Now, now, beautiful, no need for that,"
He told her his thumb coming up to wipe the tear flowing down her cheek when she started crying, realizing that her tears and her begging would get her nowhere.
Vivian went for the only other weapon she had. She clenched and unclenched around Ryan's length with deliberateness. The man letting out a low groan and letting her upper body go.
She fell forward again, working herself on his dick the way she often did on the dildo.
Now he sounded as desperate as Vivian felt, and that gave her an intoxicating sense of power. Not letting up in her assault of his dick, she threw a look over her shoulder.
"We came in here to have sex, Ryan Terrell, now fuck me, or just stand there and let me fuck myself on your dick and take what I've been missing," Where on earth was all of this sudden confidence coming from? The man's dick really was magical.
Biting her lower lip, she went back to looking straight ahead, her mouth falling open as she used Ryan Terrell's dick like it was nothing more than a toy made for her pleasure.
She only got away with that for a few short seconds before Ryan was moving. The man recovering from her sudden sexual coup.
She felt his hand in her hair, the light pressure they're releasing as he pulled her scarf off.
Vivian did not even have to wonder what he was going to do with it, because in the next moment it was being pressed against her lips.
"Here, bite down on this, and hold on," Not quite understanding, but very much on board, Vivian did not resist when Ryan pushed the silk cloth into her mouth.
Then the man's hands moved to her hips, and Vivian was very glad for the scarf in her mouth.
There was just no way she would have been able to muffle the scream that tore out of her when Ryan began moving in earnest.
The sounds that his dick and the her cunt made as they came together again and again were obscene. It was mortifying, it was dirty, it was so, so hot, and Vivian wanted every single inch of that dick in her forever and for always.
'I have missed you,' his dick seemed to say each time it carved a path into her. 'I've missed you too'. Her pussy would reply, gripping his length tight, and there was absolutely no coming back from that.
Ryan thrust in and out, and each time Vivian's pussy was there, wet and welcoming, taking him in like they'd never been apart.
Over and over they went.
Until in the end the climaxes came over them as fast and as brutal as their coupling. Both of them so spent that Vivian was worried they would never regain full use of their limbs. That the orgasms had fried their nerves.
But in the end they got their breathing under control.
And their bodies began to respond with Vivian, still as wet as can be sliding her underwear and her leggings back on, grimacing slightly at the feeling, before accepting that there was nothing she could do about it.
Looking at her soaked scarf, she briefly entertained the thought of putting it back on before deciding to just put it in her pocket.
When she looked back, she found Ryan Terrell staring at her. The hunger still obvious in his eyes despite what they had just done.
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"There, we've had sex again and it was great. Now let us go on about our lives,"
Vivian told him. Were she not staring down at his now covered dick, she would have believed her own words.
Moving her gaze up and finding Ryan staring at her chest. Vivian got the feeling that he was thinking the same thing that she was.
"I know that it was only supposed to be just one more time together, but I am not really sure that your performance this time met my standards. How about we head over to my penthouse and try this again. Maybe I can be convinced to keep having sex with you,"
The look on his face did not match the words coming out of his mouth. The man did not look like someone who needed convincing at all.
In fact, Vivian was certain that if she were to take her clothes off in front of him right that very moment, Ryan Terrell would jump her.
To test her theory, she did not do something that extreme though. Instead, she cupped her breasts and squeezed lightly.
"Vivian," Ryan breathed. He sounded like a man begging her not to kill him.
And being looked at like that, like she was some sexy femme fatale made Vivian feel unbelievably powerful.
"Let's stop playing games, Ryan. When you and I get together, everything is fire. So how about this?" Removing her hands from her chest, Vivian reached for Ryan's bigger ones, and placed them where hers had been previously. The man letting out a strangled gasp as he touched her soft breasts.
"We enjoy each other's company. Why not keep enjoying it some more? Sex on tap, whenever either of us wants to, we just call. And satisfy each other in a way that only adults can?"
With his hands squeezing lightly at her boobs, Ryan stared at her like he could not quite believe what he was hearing.
"Are you suggesting that the two of us be friends with benefits?"
Not quite believing how bold she was being Vivian smirked at him.
"Exactly. What do you say, Mr Terrell?"