Page 77 of Accidentally in Bloom

Her eyes flashed up to him, and her bottom lip caught between her teeth as a smile played on them. Lord, she’d be his undoing.

She knelt in front of him, big brown eyes staring up at him, and he sucked in a breath of pure lust. She unzipped his jeans, rolled down the zipper, slowly pulled down his boxer briefs, and grabbed his cock. Fuck yes. He was hard as steel and hoped like hell he could last longer than five seconds.

Her hand grabbed his shaft, stroking it, and he nearly lost it right there. It was like she’d reached into his soul. She ran her velvet tongue along his length, and Gray grasped for the table. His knees might actually fucking fold at the sight of her staring up with those smirking red lips and his cock in her hands.

Pleasure ran through him, but he held himself back. She brushed his tip between her plush lips and took him in, sucking hard. He wanted to fuck her mouth so badly, but it would all end right there. He wanted this to last as long as possible.

“Play with your pussy for me,” he ground out.

The smacking wet sounds of her mouth almost sent him over the edge, and he barely held it together as she lifted her skirt to slide her fingers under her panties.

He held her head, thumb stroking her velvet cheek. She took in more and more of him into her mouth, bobbing her head until he was almost completely sheathed in her mouth. Those wet red lips stretched around the base of his cock, and her eyes closed as she rubbed her clit so he could see it.

Jesus Christ. Rose Parker did nothing second-rate.

He ran his hand along the back of her head as she moved his cock in and out, her smart mouth stretched around him. “Look how well you take me, Rose.” She moaned in pleasure at his words, smiling around him.

She sucked on him hard, playing with him on her tongue as she stroked him. Need curled at the base of his spine, he could so easily come right down her pretty throat.

He had to stop this before he came right here. He slowly pulled out of her mouth and tugged her up to stand. He kissed her and grabbed her hips, walking her backward until they hit a counter with a clear surface.

His hands moved her to sit on the table. “Spread your legs, honey. I want to see you.” He rucked up her skirt and spread her legs even wider.

Her panties were dark, already so wet. “Hands on the shelf behind you.” She lifted her arms above her head, grasping the front of the shelf.

He pulled her panties to the side and found her hot clit. “You’re so wet for me, aren’t you, Rose?”

His thumb traced a circle around her. She’d closed her eyes and moaned, pressing her hips against his fingers.

He ran a finger along her pussy, playing with the ridges with feather-light teases. Her hips jerked, and her legs clenched. He wanted her in a moaning mess before he fucked her, he wanted this to be her best time ever.

His other hand lifted her blouse, and he was happy to find she’d worn a strapless bra that day. He flipped the cups down and squeezed one of her perfect breasts, it spilling out of his hand. Her tits had haunted his memory, and he placed a licking kiss over each one, desperately needing it in his mouth.

“Want you,” she panted, “in me.”

He stilled, his mouth hovering over hers. “Am I in charge, Rose?”

“Then you should know to fuck me,” she said with fire in her eyes.

He pinched her clit, and her eyes rolled to the back of her head, biting her lip between her teeth in pleasure.

His hand left her breast and came up to her neck, wrapping around the delicate column. He held her face close to his. “I want you too much to make you beg, honey. This time.” His mouth claimed hers.

He grabbed the condom in his pocket and ripped it open, sheathing himself in it. He’d almost left his phone at home, but he’d remembered that fucking condom.

His eyes bore into her, panting, spread, and waiting for him. Her dusky pink nipples puckered, and she grasped the shelf above her still, her full breasts exposed. God, she was his dream girl. Gorgeous, confident, sexy as hell.

He guided his cock to her entrance and rested his forehead on hers, hand covering hers on the shelf.

He slowly, agonizingly slowly, pressed into her as they both watched him enter her. He squeezed his eyes shut to keep himself from finishing right there.

“You’re so perfect, Rose. So tight when you grip me.”

She squeezed around him and kissed him, and as he opened his eyes, a gossamer moment spun between them as he seated himself. Their breaths held, and neither moved.

Her eyes roamed his face, and he ran a hand through her hair, holding the back of her head. He took in her pouting lips, the mouth that ran circles around him, her doe eyes that went soft when she stared at someone she loved but now held him captive. She was fierce and gorgeous, and his.

His heartbeat clapped like thunder, rattling his lungs, and like a lightning bolt, a realization flashed in front of him.

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