Page 65 of Accidentally in Bloom

Chapter

Seventeen

ROSE

Rose watched Gray saunter to a chair, his jeans unzipped and hard cock visible through his boxer briefs.

She stood against the table in heels, a thong, and a blouse.

He sat down and patted his leg for her to come sit.

She walked across the room to him, and his eyes raked her up and down, taking in every inch of her legs and hips. She loved when he watched her. When he stared at her like she was his.

She stood in front of him, and he placed hot kisses on her stomach, each hand twining around her thighs.

His fingers dug into either side of her panties, and he pulled them down until they were on the floor. He helped her step out of them and picked them up, laying them on his lap.

His hands guided her, so she straddled his thigh, and he started to pull her down so she’d ride his leg.

She was too wet. “Gray, I’ll ruin your jeans.”

He yanked her down so her pussy landed hard against the worn denim.

“I want you to ruin them. Ruin me.” His eyes met hers with ferocity, and it was all she could do to hold herself back from rocking on him right now.

He yanked down her blouse and bra, freeing her breasts. His mouth came down to claim a nipple, sucking hard, and Rose rocked against him. Needing friction.

His hand stilled her hip. “No.”

“Gray,” a steel glint in her voice.

“Am I in charge, Rose?” His eyes narrowed, hand digging in and curving along her ass.

“You are when your tongue is on my pussy,” she shot back, hovering over his lips.

A smack with a sting on her ass gave her exactly what she wanted, and she couldn’t hide a smile. He kissed her hard and quick, a dark delight in his eyes.

“For that, princess, you’ll be punished.” He pulled down his boxer briefs and gripped his cock. Rose’s mouth salivated at the throbbing hard length that already had beads of moisture on the end.

He stroked his cock twice, never breaking eye contact. “You have to sit perfectly still as I tell you all the ways you’ve driven me mad.”

His other hand brought her close as he whispered in her ear. “The first time you made me come was after I saw you on the road.” His hand pulsed up and down on his cock, and Rose ached inside at the shock of how much he wanted her. “I had to go behind a tree, like a fucking animal, and stroke my cock, picturing you on it.”

Holy hell, that was so hot. She tried to press against his leg, shamelessly taking her pleasure, but his hand held her in place.

“After you left the greenhouse in the rain, I stayed,” he kissed the underside of her jaw. “I pictured you on your knees with that smart mouth wrapped around my cock.”

Rose sobbed with pleasure as his grip loosened, and he rocked her against his leg, moving her hip so she could rub her clit against him. Yes, yes.

“And after I kissed you? Do you know what happened?”

She dug her heels in, needing more friction, needing more of him as she ground against his leg. She kissed the side of his cheek as he buried his face in her neck. His jeans were completely soaked with her.

His hand was stroking hard against his cock, and Rose desperately wanted to touch it, but her arms were trapped against her sides.

“Rose, answer me,” he rocked her harder.

“What did you do?” she whispered, climbing higher and higher as she ground against him.

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