The CEO's Rose

Vivian’s POV

When Ryan had been going through his groomzilla phase, Vivian had been too busy being terrified to enjoy the fact that they were getting married.

But since they had decided on a small ceremony she had been pretty happy. All it had taken was a call to the staff on Vivian’s Rose and things had been set up. Several yurts being prepared. The majority were for them and their guests to sleep in, but there was also one for the reception.

They had also quickly gotten the menu together, everyone adding their favorite things to the list.

As for attire, they had set the theme to smart casual. She had found a lovely pale yellow beach dress and had liked it so much she’d instantly known that it was going to be her wedding dress.

Ryan had saved her from stressing over shoes by suggesting that they go without, and idea that she had immediately been on board with.

Venue, attire, the rings and the menu.

All four things were checked, and now all that they had to do was go and get married. Knowing that the day was so close had her feeling like she’d swallowed butterflies, and she could not keep from smiling at random times during the day.

She was getting married!

***

Vivian had no idea whether it made her weird or not, but whenever she packed her luggage, seeing all of her things in order gave her a sense of satisfaction that she just loved.

At that very moment, looking at her empty bags and at the clothes that had been placed on the bed, she could not help but smile. The thought of all of the packing that she was about to do, making her feel good.

After cracking her knuckles and stretching, Vivian got to work. She started with the shirts, moved on to the pants. She even packed socks, despite knowing that she would not need them. Halfway through her packing, big hands settled around her waist and there was a kiss pressed to the side of her neck.

"Hello there, beautiful," Ryan said. His groin rubbing against her butt in a way that made need pool in her lower belly. Biting her lower lip, Vivian prayed for strength. She could not allow herself to be swayed.

"We are not doing that right now, Ryan. I have some packing to do," Huffing softly, Ryan’s teeth grazed her earlobe before he licked it with his tongue. When he let go, he whispered into her ear.

"Please,"

Her hands curling into fists, Vivian shook her head. "No, absolutely not. I am packing my clothing, and that is that," Sounding disappointed, Ryan sighed loudly.

"Why do you always insist on doing these things on your own? I could have had the staff do it when they came to clean earlier,"

"I happen to enjoy packing. So I would not have let them touch my stuff," Behind her, Ryan huffed.

"That’s a pity," He said softly. His grip on her hip tightening a bit. He once again made her very aware of the situation going on in his pants. The man was even harder than when he’d first made her aware of his situation. It had to be painful.

"Please, Vivian," He begged once again, sounding so pitiful that it made her heart ache. As he rubbed himself against her bottom again, she felt her resolve crumble.

Knowing that she was going to regret it, Vivian closed the lid of her half full bag and leaned forward, supporting her weight on her arms.

"Be quick about it. I have work to do," She told him, trying to sound stern despite rubbing herself against him.

"Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you..." Ryan repeated over and over as he pulled her pants down and got busy.

***

Never in her life had Vivian met anybody who loved her pussy as much as Ryan Terrell, not even she was that obsessed with it.

The man was eating her out like she was a rare flavor of ice cream that only came once in a lifetime. He was tongue fucking her so good, she felt that she could come just from that.

Sweat dripping down her brow, she gripped the sheets tight, biting down on a discarded shirt, trying to muffle her moans, but it was useless. His tongue curled around her clit and her mouth fell open, the damp shirt falling onto the sheets as she threw her head back and wailed. Her legs quivering as Ryan slid in two fingers stretching her so good her back curved.

Scrabbling for purchase, Vivian nearly cried in pain when his fingers and mouth disappeared from her cunt. She was only able to control herself because they were replaced by the head of his dick.

"Thank you...thank you..." In a complete role reversal she was now the one thanking him.

He rewarded her by sliding into her in one smooth thrust, then he pulled all the way out and speared her again. Her eyes rolling back as her knees finally gave out and she fell onto the bed, his cock slipping out and leaving her empty.

Knowing just what she needed, Ryan followed her there and immediately reintroduced her cunt to his dick. This time he only pulled out half way before burying himself to the hilt.

After that, when he moved, his dick did not leave her fully as he pumped in and out of her pussy. The glide was so good that it had her seeing stars.

Just as she was about to go over the edge, the man pulled half way out and stopped.

"Work for it," He commanded, and Vivian half out of her mind with lust obeyed without a second thought.

Getting herself onto her hands and knees, she began working herself back and forth on his dick. Pulling off until just his head was in there and then rushing backwards so that she took in all of him. The sweet stretch of his dick making her walls tremble.

She tried to tempt him by squeezing his dick tight and just staying still. But all that earned her was a double slap that had her feeling his dick even more, her hungry pussy forcing her to move again as she sought completion.

It was only after she finally came that Vivian realized that she had been crying the entire time, fat tears that had darkened the sheets beneath her. Falling cheek first onto a damp spot without a care, she let Ryan have his way with her until he too went over the edge, his solid frame falling against her back. While he was still struggling to get his breathing under control, Vivian realized that despite having come, his dick was not going soft.

Deciding to punish him for making her work for her climax. She began contracting and relaxing her walls, laughing breathlessly, when Ryan moaned his hips joking forward involuntarily.

"Your pussy is playing with fire Vivian," He warned, and again she laughed.

"Fire where? I thought that was just a weak little spark," That earned her yet another thrust that had her moaning loudly.

"Don’t say I didn’t warn you," Ryan growled in her ear, and then he sat her alight, his lips fastened to the side of her neck.

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