Page 79 of Wallflower in Bloom

Her pussy throbbed, and she just wanted his mouth, his hands, everywhere.

She didn’t want Jack Grant, the TV star. She wanted the man she trusted, who would make her feel sexy, cherished, and so damn good.

He kissed her inner thigh, crawling between her legs. “God, I love your scent. It’s haunted me all day.”

He pressed his face against her panties, nuzzling between her thighs, and groaned. “I’ll replace these, I swear.” He ripped her panties in two, and his tongue was on her clit through the remnants. She cried out at the wet, writhing pleasure. She’d only done this once before, and she’d felt guilty for asking.

But Jack wanted it. Badly.

It was like he commanded her need with his touch. His tongue was insistent, expert, as he traced along each edge of her pussy, making her legs tremble.

His hands grabbed her ass, digging his fingers in to give him stability as he ate her with abandon.

She’d never forget the picture as long as she lived: his sandy, windswept hair buried between her thighs, thigh-high stockings on either side of his ears.

The hottest thing she’d ever seen.

He lifted his head and peered up at her. “I don’t hear any reading, minx.”

Oh crap, right.

His tongue laved lazily around her pussy. She had to bite her cheek to concentrate.

“The Duke laid me at the end of his four-poster bed,” Violet whispered, “and slowly spread my legs apart so I was exposed to him. I’d never seen my new husband naked, but I knew his cock was engorged.”

Jack spread her legs and bit her clit. She arched back, overwhelmed by the sensation. “More,” she cried.

Jack huffed out a happy laugh. “You are a greedy little minx.” His tongue started a lazy exploration of each ridge and peak of her pussy, in no hurry.

Violet settled back in her book. “I swore I’d never be his, not even on our royal wedding night. He only wanted to breed me, nothing more. But seeing his ravenous eyes and the need he barely kept at bay, I admitted I wanted him.

The Duke growled low in my ear. ‘I will make you mine, wife. You will be my mate in every sense of the word.’ My nipples pebbled as he pulled me toward the edge of the bed, my head almost hanging off. ‘Your scent is intoxicating.’ He dove his head into my—”

Violet paused.

Jack smirked up at her. “Go on.”

Violet blushed and returned to her book. “His head dove into m-my...cunt.”

Jack slid his fingers into her pussy, already so wet. She clenched around him on the precipice of her orgasm.

“The Duke’s tongue destroyed me. His cock looked so tempting, thick in his trousers above my face. I needed him inside me. I pulled his trousers down, and his enormous cock sprang free. I grasped it above my head and licked it, desperate to make him mine in return.”

Jack went back to licking her clit and started humming. Violet’s back arched without warning, and she grasped his head, shoving it down harder. “Yes, fuck,” she cried.

Jack spread her legs even wider and spread her pussy lips so she could see him suck the tiny nub at her center, pulsing with need for him. “You taste so good, Violet. The best pussy on the bloody planet.”

Her inner walls clenched, wanting to claim him like in her book.

“More,” he demanded, his head gesturing to the book.

Violet wanted this to last forever. Maybe she’d never come so they could spend eternity with his head between her thighs.

“The Duke pumped into my mouth as he sucked on my clit. ‘My wife loves this cock, doesn’t she?’

‘Yes,’ I sobbed. I’d always been a good girl. Too good. But now I was being bred by a Duke and loving it. He pulled away from me and moved my hips around to the edge of the bed. Then he flipped me over and pulled my hips up so I was spread and waiting for him. He thrust inside me with his hand still rubbing my clit.”

Jack dipped his fingers in her, and his hand came up to pinch her nipple, now escaped out of her corset. “Fuck yes,” he growled. “More, Violet.”

---