Page 71 of Wallflower in Bloom

She writhed at the name. Her hips pulsed again under him as he stroked her.

“I…I want to sit on someone’s face.”

He pinched her clit, and she cried out.

“Good fucking girl,” he ground out. He’d be first in line. She could ride him until he died of hunger. They’d set a world record. His cock throbbed just thinking about it.

“And the last one?” He circled her clit again, faster, needing more from her.

She cried out as she built to orgasm, throwing her head back and grabbing both breasts as they spilled out over the top of her hands.

She rocked against his hand, her tits jiggling with every bounce. He’d build a fucking monument to them, they were so perfect.

“It’s so bad,” she whispered.

Mmmm fuck yes. “Good, be my little minx and be so fucking bad for me. You won’t be allowed to come until I know just how bad you are.” He paused his hand in her dripping panties.

“I…” she started, and he circled her clit as a reward. “I want you, here and then…” She drew a line between her breasts, and she gasped as he flicked her clit.

His hips thrust involuntarily at the thought of fucking her tits. “You want what, minx? My mouth? My cock?”

“Your…cock, and,” she panted, her pussy gripping his fingers. God, she’d be so tight for him.

He leaned forward, whispering in her ear, heart thudding in his chest. “And then what, Violet?”

In a quiet, breathy voice, she whispered her darkest fantasy, “You come on my face.”

“Fuck,” he groaned, rubbing her clit as hard as he could. She deserved the best fucking orgasm for that mental picture. He wanted to claim her with his spend, painting it on her body and marking her as his.

She screamed, throwing her head back and pulsing her hips against him, bucking wildly. Yes, fuck. He loved watching her take what she wanted. What she deserved.

Violet writhed, grabbing all of the pleasure of her orgasm, and pulled him to her as she reached for his cock. “I want you,” she panted. “Want this.”

Look at his little vixen, taking what she wanted.

“Then take it out, minx.”

She bit her lip, cheeks rosy from her orgasm. She practically glowed. Her fingers fumbled at the band of his athletic shorts, pulling his boxer briefs down with it. His cock sprung free, and she sucked in a breath, staring at it.

“You see how hard you make me?” he ground out. He palmed his cock, finally giving himself the pump he’d been craving.

Her wide eyes, heavy with wanting, took him in, and she nodded in surprise.

“What will you do with this cock now that it’s yours, Violet? Do we get to check off that very naughty item on your list?” He dragged a thumb across her bottom lip.

He leaned over her, and her curious hand caressed his cock, making it twitch.

She licked her lips but hesitated. “You don’t mind?”

His sly smile captured her mouth, soothing away worries as his tongue glided over hers. He pulled back and held her gaze. “I’d sell my eternal soul, without question, to come all over your pretty face while you finger your pussy.”

His fingers toyed with her nipple. And her eyes rolled in the back of her head.

“Where do you want my cock, vixen? In your hands? Your mouth? Right here?” He traced a line between her breasts. God, he hoped she said the last one.

She nodded, her hand over her face in embarrassment.

“I need your words, Violet.” His hand came to her cheek, wanting to soothe her.

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