The CEO's Rose

Gwendolyn’s POV

Gwendolyn Stuart the fourth was stunning. She was not bragging, just stating a well-known fact.

As a result of her beauty, men often bent over backwards to please her. Something that was true even in the bedroom. At least it had always been so, until recently.

The thing was, Gwendolyn had no idea whether Bryce was bad at sex, or if he was just selfish. Either way, the man did not dedicate as much time and attention to pleasing her as she was used to during sex. Lucky for him, what he lacked in skill and, to be honest, dick size, Bryce made up for in his ability to take punishment. With most of her former partners, Gwendolyn had often had to hide her bloodthirsty side. Keeping up the persona of a sweet and innocent woman, even while seeking release. But given the situation between her and Bryce, when the two of them got together, Gwendolyn did not hold back on her urges.

That was currently the case.

She was sitting on Bryce’s face, not really putting much effort into not crushing him. Just as she had expected, the man was not good with his mouth at all. He did not seem to know what to do with his tongue. He kept missing her clit. And when he did try to suck at it, he was too rough. Any other day, Gwendolyn would have long gotten off of him and handled her own business. But she was having way too much fun to stop.

It had nothing to do with Bryce’s abysmal technique and everything to do with the fact that Gwendolyn was getting off from suffocating him. Each time she covered his nose and mouth, she pretended like it was an accident. That she was just too lost in pleasure to care. Then she would just sit there. Absolutely loving the desperation that she could feel coming from him. Her heart thrumming as she squeezed her legs tight around his head, refusing to budge even when he tried to push her off. And every time she lifted herself up and allowed him to take in a few gulps of air, she loved the feel of his desperate breaths against her sensitive bits.

It was so thrilling, she was literally suffocating him with her pussy and the man thought that she was moaning because she enjoyed his awful tongue-fucking.

What an idiot, but a useful idiot.

When she finally came, it was to the thought of how her pussy would be the last thing that Bryce would ever taste if she decided not to get off of him. Gwendolyn was almost delirious with the thought. Even after the wave passed, she stayed exactly where she was, loving the feel of Bryce slowly losing strength thanks to the raw power of her pussy.

Reminding herself that she still had a use for him. Gwendolyn finally moved away from his face, allowing him to breathe. Settling down next to him, she smiled softly as she met Bryce’s gaze.

"You could have killed me, didn’t you feel me trying to shove you off?" Of course she had, it had been the best part, but she could not let him know that. Pouting lightly, she began running her nails over his chest. "I am so sorry, you are just too good with your mouth. Can you forgive me?" When he still continued to glare at her like he would not be forgiving her anytime soon. Gwendolyn realized that she would have to make a sacrifice. Looking down, she was glad to see that, despite his foul mood, Bryce’s dick was still willing and ready. Pushing herself up, she straddled him, reverse cowgirl style.

"Let me make it up to you," She said, then she impaled herself on him, his dick easily slipping in. Having just come she was still too sensitive, and the whole thing was not pleasurable at all, but she forced herself to move up and down on his dick. He did not even last three thrusts, and that had Gwendolyn cackling on the inside. But she did not let any of her humor show. Instead she made sure to feed Bryce’s ego, telling him some nonsense theory about how men who came quickly did it for her, because it proved how good her pussy was.

Idiot that he was, Bryce fell for it, and as the two of them lay in bed naked, Gwendolyn decided that it was time to start nudging him. She was glad that he’d decided to kill Vivian on his own. That she did not have to plant the idea in his head, but obviously he needed guidance.

"You know, when you were ready to just go out there and run Vivian over, it was really hot," His hands running over her skin a little too roughly, Bryce scoffed.

"If that was so hot, then why did you stop me?" Raising her head, Gwendolyn smiled at him.

"Because if you’d run her over, Vivian Rose probably would have died, not even knowing that it was by your hand. You were together for years, does she not deserve a bit of intimacy?" Gwendolyn asked, teasingly running a finger over his limp dick, it jerked weakly, and she had to fight back a grimace. She did not want that tiny thing back in her so soon.

"What, so you really do want Vivian dead, but you want her to die in a way that lets her know it’s me?" Gwendolyn nodded, the man was almost there, she needed him to kill Vivian Rose in a safe way.

For Gwendolyn, a safe killing method would be one that would not link her to the crime at all,( him using one of her cars would have definitely done that). Whether Bryce got caught or not, she did not want there to even be a shred of evidence pointing towards her. He had to think that it was all his idea, his planning, that he was the mastermind and she was just along for the ride.