Page 72 of Wallflower in Bloom

Then fuck her.

“Please,” she whispered, grabbing her breasts, “right here.”

He leaned down to nuzzle her neck, sensing she might be overwhelmed but still into it. “I’m going to put this cock between the two most perfect tits I’ve ever seen and fuck them.”

She panted as he tweaked her nipple again and nodded. “It’s so bad.”

He licked her breasts, getting her ready for him. If there was an afterlife, he hoped his would be right between Violet’s tits. He nuzzled in, letting himself linger on her soft skin for a moment.

He stood up and positioned her at the end of the couch for the right angle. “You’re my perfect little minx, aren’t you?”

She nodded with such a happy, sexy smile that his heart cracked in two. He’d give her exactly what she wanted. Everything he could give her.

He tipped her chin up to him. “Which is why you’re going to put your hand into your panties and make yourself come again for me.”

She surprised him by putting her hand down her panties but then taking it out and spreading her wetness on his cock.

He pulsed unexpectedly in her hand. “Fuck me,” he cursed. He gathered his breath, and a slow smile played on her lips.

Maybe she was a minx in disguise. A siren sent to destroy his self-control and bewitch his cock.

He sent her a challenging look and grabbed both heavy breasts, eager to sink between them. He wasn’t sure how long he could last.

As he sunk his cock in between her tits, slick with her wetness, he thought there’d never been a better idea in the fucking universe than fake dating Violet Parker.

Her hand was in her panties, rubbing as she looked up at him, lip caught in her teeth. He wouldn’t be able to last much longer.

“God, you are perfection.” He pumped his cock in the slick valley between her breasts as he kneaded them, thumbs flicking her nipples. It was an impossibly delicious sight as he held them. Moving in and out, pumping against her. “I’ve dreamed of doing this every night since I saw you dripping in that pond.”

Her eyes closed, and she sobbed, nearing climax.

“Rub that wet, needy pussy for me, Violet. Show me how you come when you’re so bad.”

She arched her back, wanting more, and he pumped harder, his leaking tip making a slick runway for his cock.

“Come on my face, Jack,” she whispered, her eyes pleading as her hand rubbed her clit. “Please.”

And that one sweet word from his vixen did him in. He pumped like a maniac, unwilling to slow his need for her. A curl in the base of his spine clawed at him, and he shot his cum in hot wet spurts over her face as she came against her hand, crying out, moving against her palm. He thrust, needing every last bit of his spend on her. Her face curled into a smile as it dripped off of her.

The heat of the moment now waning, his hand cupped her precious cheek, and he waited with bated breath for her reaction. “Good?” He wanted to hold her and make her feel so special. So cherished.

She fluttered those ridiculously long eyelashes open, and her tongue darted out to capture a drop of cum along her lip with a cat-like smile. “Perfect.”

And he realized ‘perfect’ was the exact word he’d forever use to describe Violet Parker.

The next day, Jack propped open the door to Bloom as Violet carried in the Venus flytrap they’d use for their next Plant Parent video.

Visions of what they’d done last night danced in his head. The scent and taste of her had haunted his dreams as he’d laid alone in his bed, and they’d managed to keep the morning fairly awkwardness-free. When he’d surprised her with pancakes and bacon, one would have thought he’d gifted her the largest diamond he could find.

It irritated him that she seemed unaccustomed to being taken care of.

Sure, her sisters were protective, but protecting somebody and caring for them weren’t the same.

She’d looked so soft and huggable that morning that he’d tried to take another dip in the want-to-try list, but she’d insisted they didn’t have time. He was forced to stare at her beauty as they prepared the table for their next segment.

Violet looked like a summer dream in a pastel flowing dress. It nipped in at her waist with a sweetheart neckline and flowing sleeves. She’d been only too happy to shout, “And it has pockets!” when he’d complimented her this morning, firmly solidifying her place as a treasure to be protected at all costs. Her curls were piled on her head, and she wore a mint-green headband with curls framing her face. She breezed past him, sending him a shy smile.

“What else can I help with, darling?” He liked playing up their relationship because it felt like such a vacation. On the one hand, he was playing a part. On the other hand, what he felt for her was real.

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